Your boyfriend was great with kids. Peter Petrelli was training to be a nurse, as were you. That's how the two of you met, at school. In order to get a degree to be a nurse, you had to work at different cares. Hospice, ER, normal hospital, surgery, with kids, etc. Currently, the two of you were working at a children's hospital.

"NOOO!" A little kid wailed, running away from Peter. The little boy needed a shot, but like most kids, he resisted.

"It's okay Jonas, it doesn't hurt. I promise." Peter said, being as soothing and sweet as he could. These kids weren't contagious and didn't have anything critical so they all shared a room. There was only five boys, all between the ages of two and seven.

Jonas twisted away from Peter, trying to get away. Peter was attempting to catch him, it was just one little shot. You were reading a book to two of the boys, one with a broken leg that had surgery a couple days ago. He was an orphan and the orphanage he stayed at needed him to stay here due to possible complications. The other boy had surgery on his stomach about three weeks ago. He obviously wasn't critical, he was just healing. 

"No! Peter! No!" Jonas yelled, squirming once Peter caught him.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You're okay, it doesn't hurt I promise." Peter repeated, holding Jonas in a hug. Jonas had recently gotten sick, so he needed to stay in the hospital. His blood levels weren't wrong, but it wasn't diabetes. Doctor's were still testing him. They just figured out he'd need a shot every six hours to keep his blood normal.

"No! They always hurt! Nurses lie!" Jonas yelled, slowly starting to calm down. Peter must have some sort of vibe, because the instant he hugged Jonas, the boy started to calm down.

"It pinches a little, but not much. You're right, adults and nurses lie about stuff like that. You'll be okay. Do you want me to tell you a story?" Peter asked, sitting on the floor with Jonas in his arms. Jonas nodded his head, sitting in Peter's lap. "I'll do the shot during the story."

Jonas nodded again and relaxed. "Kay Kay." He mumbled, wiping tears from his eyes. He was five years old and had never had a shot before. At least not one that he remembered. 

"Good. Now, when I was your age, I had a big brother. He was about eighteen when I was five." Peter started saying, cleaning Jonas' arm. "My Ma wanted Nathan, my brother, to take me out to have fun before he left for college. We went to a baseball game, even though he hated the game. I loved it and we had a great time."

"Baseball's fun." Jonas muttered, giggling. Peter was holding the shot now, as well as Jonas.

"I'll you the shot then I'll finish my story?" Peter asked, smiling at Jonas. He rubbed Jonas' arms and laughed. Jonas nodded and closed his eyes. Quickly, Peter did the shot and put a super hero band-aid on the small puncture wound.

"Ouch." Jonas mumbled, touching the band-aid.

"See? It's not so bad." Peter said, capping the syringe. He set it down and prepared to finish the story.

"It not bad. Story! Story!" Jonas yelled, stumbling over his words a little. You laughed as well, continuing the story for the other two boys.

"So, during the game there was a home run ball. It came right at Nathan and I. Nathan didn't move fast enough and the ball ended up hitting my arm, breaking it." Peter finished, laughing a little. "We went to the hospital and got my arm fixed. The baseball player that hit the ball came by to see me. I kept the home run ball and he signed it. He was very nice about it and felt bad. I was doing my best not to jump up and down because he was my favorite baseball player and he was visiting me."

"Wow! That's cool!" Jonas yelled, squirming out of Peter's arm. "Will you watch baseball with me?"

"Sure. I've got a couple things to do, but I'll be back in ten minutes. Y/N will be here." Peter said, motioning to you. He just had to go dispose of the syringe and check on a few things.

When he came back, Jonas watched baseball with Peter. He even stayed after his shift to finish the game. You stayed as well with the other boys, smiling at the fact of how Peter was with kids.

Later that night, the two of you were at his apartment, laying in bed. "Peter, do you want kids? Not yet, later, but just someday?" You asked, looking at him. Both of you were cuddling, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Yeah, kids would be great." Peter answered without a moments hesitation.

"Good, because if you didn't want kids, we'd have some talking to do." You laugh, hugging him tighter.

"I'd love kids, they are the best." Peter said, kissing your forehead. Suddenly, he sat up alarmed. "You're not, pregnant, are you?"

"What? No! No! Well, not that I know of, but I'm pretty sure no." You answer, panicking a bit yourself.

"Good. Good. My heart is pounding now, wow." Peter sighed, laying back down, breathing fast.

"What would you have done if I said yes?" You asked, kissing his cheek.

"I would've jumped up, screamed from joy, hugged you, and then fainted." Peter admitted, laughing.

"Good. Love you Peter." You say, kissing his lips this time.

"Love you." Peter said, kissing your back. Maybe in the future, you would have kids.