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[pikapegasus]

Can you please write 084 + 076 with Starmora? The numbers are from the new list. I'm such a sucker for domestic fluff and babies! And also I love your writing skills :D

76. “I could really use a foot rub right now.” // 84. “I think you might be pregnant.”

happy father’s day to the usa readers!!!! i personally think peter quill would make a p cool dad. yay!!!! ((also fuckkkkk the wifi is acting up hope i can get this up before i leave,,,,))

send me a ship + a number!!!

Gamora sighs as she sits down at the dining table, relaxinginto her chair.

“Hm, was that an it’sso good to be done with this mission-sigh or an it feels insanely good to sit down right now because I’m incrediblyexhausted-sigh?” Peter asks, looking at her over his shoulder as he workson dinner.

“The latter.” She closes her eyes briefly. He grabs a cupand fills it with water for her, placing it on the table in front of her,prompting her to open her eyes.

“What’s got you so tired lately?” he inquires, returning tohis place by the stove. “Not that our job isn’t insanely demanding, becausesometimes I feel like I literallycan’t move, but nothing’s been too crazy lately. Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” she reassures him, sipping at the water.“Whatever this is, it’ll pass, soon enough.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Well,” she teases, “I could really use a foot rub rightnow.”

“Uh, you tryexplaining to the others why their food tastes like your feet.” He gives her a look, and she just ducks her head,trying (and failing) to hide a smile. “But I’ll see what I can do afterdinner.”

“Thanks.”

Despite her words to him, Gamora’s not really sure what’s up with her lately, because theexhaustion she’s felt the past few days is dangerously close to rivaling whatshe felt when saving the entire galaxy—againstRonan, Ego, and Thanos, namely—with the team in the past. She hopes more thanactually knows the feelings will pass, because it’s making her already tedious,busy life that much more complicated to keep up with.

She doesn’t even notice she’s nodding off in the chairbefore Rocket’s voice suddenly greets her.

“There you are, Gamora,” he’s saying, walking into thekitchen with his latest project.

“Huh?” She blinks quickly, trying to wake herself up beforeeither Rocket or Peter can notice. “What do you need, Rocket?”

“Oh, nothin’,” he says casually, sitting across the tablefrom her. He sets his tools and work-in-progress down to continue histinkering. “I just wanted t’see how you were doin’, since you seemed kindaoutta’it earlier.”

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Peter inquires from thestove.

“I’m sure,” Gamora says. “Even if I am, it’s just minor.Nothing to worry about.”

“Hm.” Rocket studies her for a moment before returning tohis work. “If ya say so.”

Rocket’s a curious character. He’d started out as somewhatof a professional asshole when they saved the galaxy the first time around,then, while maintaining his asshole-ness, developed into a more open,dependable teammate and friend. Gamora’s only direct qualm with him had been becauseof his decision to forcefully prevent her from going after Peter on Ego’splanet, but now, years later, they’ve moved so, so far past that.

(And, yeah, Gamora may still not agree with his decision,but it’s a miniscule anger in comparison to her overall close friendship withhim.)

Anyway, Rocket’s been acting strangely lately, as herhealth’s been acting up. She feels as if she’s suddenly spending more time withhim—not that she’s against that, she enjoys Rocket’s company—than usual. EvenPeter’s noticed, pointing out how Rocket’s occasionally directly followed her, around the ship, on amission, wherever.

Whatever it is, she doesn’t think much of it.

“What are you working on?” she asks after watching Rocketwork in silence for a minute or two.

“New baby monitors, or whatever-the-hell, for you’s’two,” heanswers, not even looking up. “Quill’s idea.”

“I just want to make sure we have the best surveillancepossible when Mer goes down for a nap or to play by herself or whatever,” Peterexplains, looking at them. “She’s a toddler, and toddlers are trouble.”

“Terrans,” Rocket grumbles, gesturing vaguely to the airbeside him.

“Zen-Whoberi-Terrans,”Peter corrects proudly.

“Whatever.”

They sit in a comfortable silence once again, only thesounds of Peter’s cooking and Rocket’s tinkering filling the air. Gamora findsherself struggling to stay awake again, her eyes slipping closed and headtilting slightly to the side.

A few blissful minutes pass before Rocket announces thecompletion of his project and leaves the room.

By then, Gamora’s given into her exhaustion, crossing herarms on the table and resting her head against them, ready for a quick napbefore—

Quiet, tiny footsteps fill her ears all too quickly,followed by Mer calling out to her parents from the doorway.

“Hi, Daddy!” Mer scampers over to Peter first, hugging hislegs.

“Hey, Mer-bear, be careful, the stove is hot.”

Gamora just barely manages to pull herself together in timefor Mer abandoning Peter and approaching her, holding her arms up toward her.“Hi, Mommy!”

“Hi,” Gamora mumbles sleepily, exhaling softly as she pullsMer up into her arms, setting her on her lap. She presses a kiss to Mer’s head.“How was your nap?”

“Good,” she answers, wrapping her arms around Gamora’s neckand resting her head against her chest. “Dinner?”

“Soon, kiddo,” Peter answers, turning off the stove. Heturns to Gamora and Mer at the table. “Be gentle with Mommy, she’s tired.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been busy,” Gamora says with a shrug, laying a hand onMer’s back. “But it’s okay, I’ll be better soon.”

Peter approaches them then. “Here, sit with me, Mer.”

Mer, as easygoing as ever, releases Gamora and turns herarms up to Peter. He picks her up, then sits in the chair beside Gamora’s,settling Mer on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugs her closely tohim, prompting a giggle from her.

“Rocket’s still acting funny,” he comments, letting Mer playwith his fingers. “Did you do something to make him really like you all of asudden?”

Gamora shakes her head. “No, I’m not sure what prompted it,honestly. He’s just been more interested in whatever I’m doing lately, Iguess.”

Peter laughs a little then. “His behavior kinda reminds meof when you were—“

He cuts himself off with a look of bewilderment, staring ather with wide eyes.

She stares back, unimpressed. “When I was…?”

“The fatigue!”

“What?”

“Your fatigue lately, how you’re just randomly tired for noreason,” he says, gesturing to her. “And Rocket’s acting super…super protective of you! It all makes sense!”

“Peter, what—“

He quickly covers Mer’s ears, whispering harshly, “I thinkyou might be pregnant!”

Now it’s her turn to widen her eyes, her mouth hanging openas she comprehends his words. After several moments of stunned silence, shemanages a “What?”

(Because, as much as she’s too shocked and confused tooutright admit it, Peter’s reasoning makes sense, and, oh, my god, she probably ispregnant again, what the fuck—)

“That has to bewhat’s happening here,” Peter says, determined. “See, back on Earth, peoplesaid animals—like Rocket, since he’s a raccoon, even though he swears he’s not, he’s a freakin’ raccoon—could sometimes sense it beforepeople could, so they’d be more protective around the people they cared about,and, and—oh my god, you mightactually be pregnant again, holy shit.”

“Daddy,” Mer protests, pushing at his hands over her ears.

“Hey, Mer-bear, can you go play with Groot for a bit? He’sin his room,” Peter says, turning her in his lap to meet her eyes. “I need totalk with Mommy real quick.”

“Okay.” He lowers her from his lap and she scampers off downthe hallway.

“You…could be right,” Gamora finally admits. “It would make sense.”

“We should get this tested, like, now,” he says, somewhere between frantic and excited. “As soon aspossible.”

“And if that’s what this is?” she asks, because, what the hell, they hadn’t had much of a talk yetabout a second kid. It was never completely off the table, but they hadn’t planned for it, at least not specifically.This changes a lot of things, like the dynamics of their families, her abilityto contribute physically to the team, the amount of time either of them can contribute anythingto the team, not to mention Mer’s going to have to adjust to being one of two children.

“Well…we made it out safely after Mer surprised us,” hepoints out. “I mean, we’re definitelygoing to need some serious time to process this and actually talk about it, butI think we can handle it. You’re the one doing most of the work, though, so whatdo you think?”

She absentmindedly sets a hand over her flat stomach, tryingto process everything.

Is she ready?

Probably not, but is anyone really ready when things like this happen?

Does she even wantthis?

“I think,” she says slowly, reaching a hand out under thetable to grasp one of Peter’s hands, “this is good.”

“Yeah? Yeah. It’s good. Really good.” He nods along to hisown words, smiling carefully. She mirrors his expression. “Yeah. Okay. Awesome.We can totally do this. Second time’s the charm. Let’s do it.”

He seals his words with a quick kiss, and, honestly, withhim by her side, Gamora knows theycan do this again.

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