Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Nature boy(panlix mpreg)

"I hate doing this." Peter said as he traced shapes on his belly bump. Felix sighed.

"It's just the doctor, babe. What's there to be afraid of?" He shrugged. Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Uh, how about having my legs up in the air while some guy pokes around in...well wherever this baby's growing...you think that might be something to be afraid of?" Peter retorted, crossing his arms over his still flat chest.

"Well, if we have any questions we'll just ask okay? And no, that shouldn't be something to be afraid of because having something poking around in there is how the baby got there in the first place." Felix smirked at the last bit. Peter blushed and scowled playfully at his favored lost boy.

"Peter?" A woman called out into the waiting room. Felix smiled and waved at her as he helped Peter up. "Hi, come on back."

The two boys followed the nurse down a hall and into a room with green wallpaper. She lead them in and helped Peter get situated in the seat, then left the boys alone for the doctor.

"It's cold." Peter whined after the nurse left. Felix snorted as he flipped through Entertainment tonight.

"Of course it's cold, you got the air conditioning blowing right between your open legs," Felix smirked. Peter groaned and then stared intently at the blank tv on the wall. "What are you doing? There's nothing on."

"I know this, that's why I'm trying to use my Jedi-mind skills to turn it on," Peter said gruffly. Felix sighed and reached for the remote, turning the tv on and then flipping back to his magazine. "Ha! See! Told you I'd get it!"

"Oh yeah, you totally used those Jedi-mind skills Obi-Won Kenobi taught you." Felix said sarcastically, rolling his eyes a great deal back.

"Damn straight." Peter nodded, ignoring Felix's sarcastic tone.

A few minutes later, the door opened and a man with belched blond hair, a white lab coat, black tight fitting jeans, and black business shoes stepped in.

" 'Ello I'm Dr. Spike." His British accent thicker than Peter's, it was more husky yet had the same cocky tone.

"Where's Dr. Whale? He's always here." Felix grumbled as he placed the magazine down. Peter, on the other hand, was to preoccupied to listen to Felix's complaint.

"Well, hello...is Spike a first or last name, love?" Peter said, his eyebrow cocking the way it did when he was charming the last few bucks off dinner. Dr. Spike chuckled.

"Uh, first actually. I guess you can just call me Spike then, mate." He smiled. Peter smiled back and stuck his hand out.

"En jante." Peter said. Dr. Spike smirked and kissed his knuckles. Felix narrowed his eyes and glared at the two.

"Okay, so Peter how are you feeling?" Spike asked, filling out things on his clipboard.

"Horny." Peter smirked.

Felix caught himself from growling at Peter.

Spike chuckled, "I meant how's the baby?"

"Oh, he-or she-is good. Kicked yesterday. It was weird. Been craving odd things, like, french toast and shit like that. But other than that, yeah good." Peter shrugged. Spike nodded.

"Alright, let's see this baby!" He smiled.

~*~

After a few minutes, Felix watched as Spike questionably looked back and forth from the computer to Peter.

"Everything okay, er-Spike?" Felix asked worriedly.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Everything's fine. I think," Spike blinked and typed some things into the computer. He turned back the two boys. "Um, I'm gonna go check something over with Dr. Dre okay? I'll be back in a jiff."

Felix and Peter nodded and Dr. Spike left the room.

~*~

A few minutes later, Dr. Spike returned with two other doctors.

"Peter, Felix. These are two of my friends, Dr. Dre and Dr. Shady," Spike said pointing to an African-American man and a stern looking man with a stocking cap.

"Uh, Dr. Shady? Isn't that a bit of a...shady name?" Felix said uneasily.

"First name Slim. Last name Shady. Got a problem, Blondie? Cuz if ya do we can take this around back--"

"Em! Chill man, he was just asking! Don't go kill in' nobody over a name dickhead!" Dr. Dre said, whacking Dr. Shady in the chest.

"Yeah, whatever." Dr. Shady muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Hey! I don't care what kind of bloody name you have! Just tell me why you're in here!" Peter yelled. The three doctors shut up and all gathered around Peter.

They indistinctly muttering to each other and pointing to the screen every once in a while.

After lots of mutters Felix couldn't hear, Spike cleared his throat and the three doctors stood with their hands clasped behind their backs.

"Mr. Pan...we have some bad news." Dr. Dre sighed.

"You're gonna die, dude." Dr. Shady interrupted.

Felix stopped breathing for a second.

"W-what?" Peter's voice cracked as he was on the verge of tears.

"You-you're not developing correctly, sir. You're 6 months pregnant, by now you should've started to develop breasts yet you haven't..."

"Yeah, ya still flat chested you should have really big tits by now."

"Em!"

"Whhhaaatttt?" Dr. Shady groaned. Dr. Dre smacked him over the head. "Owwww..."

"Anyways..."

"Stop. Is the baby healthy?" Peter asked. Spike nodded.

"The baby's fine. It's you who's not."

Felix stared at the ground and gulped, tears silently running down his face. Peter nodded, his face showing no emotion though Felix knew that he was breaking apart piece by piece inside. His green eyes were glossy and tears rimmed the edges as Felix hugged him tightly.

"S-so what's going to happen to me?" Peter inhaled sharply. Spike sighed and frowned.

"You'll lose too much blood in childbirth. And there's no way to do a C-section with you in such a fragile position, you have to birth the baby yourself. But, like I said, you'll lose too much blood and...probably won't live..." He said.

Peter nodded and let out a shaky breath, burying his face in Felix's chest and let his tears stain the blond's shirt.

"Can I just...what's the sex of the child?" Felix damn near sobbed.

"It's a boy." Dr. Dre said quietly.

6 years later...

"Dad? Tell me story about father again. Oh! But sing the song!" Peter said, tugging on Felix's shirt sleeve.

Felix ran his fingers over the rough edge of the tombstone and wiped away a tear as he smiled down at his son.

He bent down and picked up the boy, lifting him onto his hip.

He cleared his throat and began to sing the song he wrote for Peter...