Ok here it is, chapter 2…and more family world building fluff xxx

Chapter 2

It was the scent that grabbed him at first while he was walking through the deck, fresh from the forest that reminded him for a moment of his childhood, as his feet quickened through the deck, to the Mess Hall.

The only feasible place to place the tree since it was where Peter spent a fair amount of his time, and almost stopped in his wake. It was massive, about twenty feet tall, with branches lush and green, stretching out, waiting to be filled with decorations.

Yondu watched Gunnsen and Proctom trying to straighten it up, as Iztel was directing them, while Peter being too little to help was just standing there, with Fang under his arm and the biggest grin on his face.

"Dad," he ran over to Yondu and opened his arms for a cuddle, which Yondu obliged as his son bounced in his arms. "Isn't it the best tree in the universe?"

Yondu just looked at his son whose green eyes just flashed and didn't have the heart to tell them to get rid of it. Shit he was becoming a sentimental bastard, as he just looked back at the tree as the junior Ravagers were admiring their handiwork while the rest were filing into the room and just looked amazed at this new addition.

"It's a good tree," Yondu finally said simply, placing his son down as he raced back to his table, which was currently full of card, crayons, and paint.

"We're going to make lots of lovely decorations and make it look really pretty", Peter claimed in a loud voice, as he set to work pulling out his pens, whilst Yondu took a step closer to as Iztel just stood there breathing in the scent of the tree, and as always since he was Peter's official tutor always had the right thing to say.

"Well decorating it will be good for him, he loves to draw and it will be nice to have a project," as Yondu could only grunt out in response "Fine, but it ends with the tree…and that's it", as Kraglin choose that moment to come into the room and could only exhale with surprise at how perfect it was.

So Peter had his tree, and as Yondu slept that night with his mate curled in beside him, hoped that would be it. Until the next evening, after he walked into the Mess after having grabbed dinner in his "office" since he was trying to plan a mission.

To find it full of his crew and to find several Ravagers, sitting around the table putting decorations together, and looking like they were having fun. The most feared individuals in the Galaxy, who had spent years working on their terrifying reputations, were gluing card with paint and glitter!

Yondu could only shake his head, but even he recognized that they were on their downtime. As Captain, it was one rule that he never went back on. Work hard and their time was their own, and if they spent it doing…this. Then so be it.

Most of the Ravagers had abandoned their coats on a chair and were happy to indulge the four-year-old, who was currently sitting with a smear of glitter across his cheek enjoying the undivided attention.

"So what did you do on Feast days, when you were little?" he asked Gunnsen, who was currently sitting next to his own mate Jamsean who was in the process of threading a piece of card to place on the tree which Yondu had noticed had gained a lot of decorations on its branches, and did notice that several other Ravagers including Horuz bore paint marks on their hands.

Shit all of them, he wondered to himself, a he went to the fridge next to Iztel, who was preparing a meal to grab a beer, naturally listening to the important conversation between boy and Ravager.

"I never had feast days when I was little," Gunnsen replied with some hesitation, as Peter just looked up from his drawing.

"Why not?" as the hard-assed Ravager just shrugged. "Just never did, never had a family after all."

"Oh," Peter just blinked for a second, digesting the information, before stating "Were you a slave?"

Immediately the Mess fell silent, over the years many of the crew including Yondu had pretty much started their lives on a slave ship, and Peter was only using a word he had recently learned from one of his stories.

Yondu turned and watched Gunnsen very carefully, ready to whip his arrow out of he had any inclination to hurt his son, as the older crew member just smiled softly and whispered. "Yes, I was…and so were many of us."

Since this was a dark concept to try to explain to a four-year-old, Peter seemed to try to understand, as Kraglin was coming into the room and heard the tail end of the conversation.

"So you never had a family, and you were all alone?" The voice was so innocent and serious; it appeared that Gunnsen was trying to find the correct words.

"I didn't have a family, until I joined the ship, and even though I knew Jamsean back then, we got together when we became crew" Gunnsen explained as carefully as he could whilst Peter looked to understand, as he reached over the table, and stretched his arms out for the Ravager, who a few second later was holding the boy securely in his arms.

While his parents just stood there trying to take it in, true Peter was affectionate, but normally to the Ravagers he trusted the most and they could never recall his being so touchy with two of the hardest assed members of the crew.

"So that's why you don't have a last name?" Peter queried. Since his parents were in charge of the ship, he had seen the crew manifest several times and had noticed why so many of them only had one name when he had three, which to everyone's surprise raised a small chuckle to both Jamsean and Gunnsen.

"Yeah, that's why."

Peter leaned back for a second, and just looked up at the Ravagers before grinning. "Can I give you a last name…like a present?"

The statement was so alien to all the Ravagers at the sight and of this small boy and his request that both of them just glanced at each other, but Jamsean just shrugged.

"Sure why not."

"Ok then" Peter almost giddy with excitement, reached over to his pad and begun to look through his stories, "Ummm no…too soft…too bad". He said going through the list. "I've got it, after the great warrior Vonspears."

Both Jamsean and Gunnsen scoffed, "Vonspears" was a story everyone knew, a proud and loyal warrior who led victorious in dozens of Kree battles, but looking at Peters clear innocent face. Jamsean didn't have the heart to say no.

"Ok fine, Jamsean Vonspears, whatever. Trying to keep up his bravado, but smiling at the boy, who then turned to Gunnsen. "And you can be Vonspears too because you two are in love."

This one simple statement caused a scoff, from the listening Ravagers and for the blue heat to creep up the two it most concerned as they tried to deny it, to Peter's amusement as he easily declared "Yes, you are I've seen you kissing."

Almost on cue, the titter of laughter broke out on every Ravager's face, as Peter continued "Yep, I've seen you kissing like my dad's kiss".

Ok, that was it, as Yondu walked over and grabbed Peter from Jamsean's lap.

"Right, say goodnight to the crew Peter, you're going to bed." The captain said as sternly as he could, as Peter looked over his father's shoulder.

"Ok, good night everyone Peter waved, as several returned the gesture, as followed by Kraglin, the three went back to their quarters.

There he could and should have taken his time to bath and bed his son as he normally did, savoring their private time together. Instead, he left Peter to Kraglin to sort out, and making his excuses left for a Bridge shift. Feeling slightly disconcerted, which he couldn't explain, as he wiled the hours at the Bridge, with nothing new to report.

In the end, however, he turned the ship over to Horuz and went back to his quarters, lost in his won conflicted thoughts, as he turned and almost collided with Jamsean and Gunnsen, and almost immediately his internal sense, the one that made him perceptive, immediately cracked under the surface of his headpiece.

Even though neither of the men looked different, there was something else there. Refreshed, relaxed and the anger Gunnsen normally wore on his face which made him so formidable, and always gave suspicion to why the two were a couple seemed to be gone. As both of them straightened up, and handed Yondu their own pad, and seemed embarrassed by the conversation.

"I know you're busy boss, but we've been talking and we've decided to make each other our heirs."

"We just need you to approve it" finished Jamsean, as Yondu's just absorbed everything, hell he knew they were so close that the moment Proctom have moved out to be with Iztel.

They had immediately moved their beds together since even the Ravagers who bunked three didn't want to invade. But this, this was as close as it could be to declaring themselves as "married" on the ship,

Yet Yondu to his surprise even though he didn't show it, just found he nodding, as he poised his hand over to pad to confirm. "Fine," he said after a few seconds. "But don't expect either of you to become a sentimental bastard; you're crew first…are we clear?"

A quick quiver of the yaka arrow made them both nod, as the order went through, Yondu noticing that both their name now had a new last one. The one Peter had given, and with that business concluded, the Vonspears turned away, happy leaving Yondu to finally make his way back to his private quarters.

As expected Kraglin was asleep curled into a pillow has bony back bare and on display, as Yondu resisted the urge to get lost in that messy dark hair of his, and decided to check on their son.

Peter it seemed had been lost in one of his vivid dreams, his blankets kicked off from his body, and his beloved Fang along with his pillow was lying aimlessly on the floor.

So Yondu begun the task of gently tucking him in, arranging the blankets so he was completely covered and carefully moving his head back on the pillow, carefully he wrapped his arm around Fang, as Peter in his dreams gave his teddy a squeeze and a smile.

Relaxing in the presence of his son, Yondu began to brush, through the boys head in a comforting manner and Peter leaned gently into the touch.

With Peter settled, Yondu planted a small kiss on his cool forehead, and finally, with his job complete went back to his living space, and quickly washed. Before slipping into his own bed, awakening Kraglin in the process and filled him in on what had just occurred between Gunnsen and Jamsean.

Kraglin just grunted and moved over to accommodate the body of his mate, even though he never turned, yet that was enough to activate Yondu's sense.

"We do wrong by him you know," Kraglin said simply as Yondu just glanced over.

"What?"

"Our son wants to celebrate a damn holiday, and you're being an asshole over it."

Oh, shit this again, "Come off it Kraglin, we're Ravagers. We've got no time for stupid holidays". Yondu advised sternly, his voice coming to the edge, even though he wouldn't raise his voice, in case it woke up their son, as Kraglin only scoffed in response.

"Halloween," He just said, which made Yondu just blink, as Kraglin repeated before adding.

"Halloween, Christmas, Hanukah, Easter…Terran festivals. I looked them up, when we kept Peter, "Day of Thanks is close to Christmas, for some reason". Kraglin said smoothly.

"These are the things, Peter should be celebrating. Instead, we took him, hell even that assholes planet, had celebrations referring to Peter's biological father. Instead, we've raising him as a Xandarain, but not celebrating the customs. Do you know how screwed up that is?"

"What like you celebrated that stupid day, miles underground?" Referring to Hrax, the Planet where Kralgin had been raised. Yondu counter sarcastically.

"Yeah I did until my parents died…and it was fun, I remember lots of laughter and food…it was nice" Kraglin's voice held a wistful edge to it, indicating he was getting lost in his memories, as Yondu shook his head.

"We've not having it, Kraglin. Peter's not a Xandarian, and it's just stupid, besides Peter's a Ravager and we don't have the time for this shit".

His was the wrong thing to say to Kraglin, whose body just stiffened. "Then if he's not a Xandarain, then what the hell is he? His first thought was, a party for the crew, he doesn't care about presents. He just wants to feel like a Xandarain, like a normal kid with his family around him…and memory serves, that's exactly what you wanted. And he's not a Ravager; he's just a little kid who parents are".

Kraglin stated, though clenched teeth, turning his back more on his mate, making it clear he was pissed, and sex was now out of the question.

Even with the tension in the room, however, Kralgin managed to sleep, but Yondu just stared out of the port window for a while, watching the stars fly past, and only had one thing on his mind.

"Damn you both."

To be continued xx