( closed ) surprise! you're a dad!

[godslay]

who: Gamora & Peter Quill
what: The portal chucks out baby Groot, and they discover they get to take care of the little menace again.
when: Mid-January
where: Community housing: floor 13, room 4
warnings: A tiny angry tree.



[ Things haven't been tense, per se, but since Peter's powers manifested, they've both been stressed.

Trying to dig up any trace of Ego doesn't yield any results, and for all intents and purposes, it seems that Peter's powers are just a fact now, a reality they're learning to tackle head-on. Gamora is insistent that he practice with the Light, so that his emotional responses don't lead to a wild outburst of energy that could be potentially dangerous. A controlled environment is safer, better, as much as Peter might not want to admit the Light exists in the first place – and Gamora won't budge on their training.

She believes in him – in his capacity to manage his abilities.

But that means they both tend to leave training a little frustrated, and she understands if he's tired, aggravated by how little progress it might seem he's made, but she keeps reminding him that it's a process. Control won't come easily, but it will be worth it – because she does not want to see him wearing one of those suppression collars out of fear.

Tonight, however, is an off night. No work, no training, and they've had a quiet day, much needed as it was. Returning from a walk in the gardens, she leads Peter from the elevator with a bag of food in one hand, his fingers curled in her other. She's ready to settle in for an episode of Pals or some movie, their takeout, then cuddling on the couch, before they both crawl into one of their beds to fall asleep curled up with each other.

(Gamora has suggested they may want to look into a queen bed, rather than the two twins they've had since arrival. She tried to be completely nonchalant about it, too, mentioned over coffee and a bowl of cereal, but it had still been a Big Thing.)

Once inside the apartment, she starts pulling out their food, poking through the boxes. ]

Pick what we're going to watch.

Comments

[godslay]

[ Gamora seems to be coming to the same conclusion as she looks down at Groot. ]

Possibly. But I'm not sure what I would do with him when I need to go beyond the wall.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A pause, and Peter puts on a mischievous grin ]

You could go and find the guy who dropped him off. It seemed like he and Groot were good friends.

[godslay]

[ She scoffs quietly, trying not to jostle Groot. ]

I doubt he'll be welcome if people seem him at the Guard.

[ But they'll just have to deal with it. ]

This is more complicated with fewer people to watch him.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Yeah, Peter's drawing that same conclusion, too, and he sighs a little. ]

We'll figure it out.

[ A pause, as he's scrubbing his face with a hand. ]

For now I'll just take him. It'd probably be better if he's with me than if we try to, like, get him set up in a daycare or something.

[godslay]

[ She nods with a sigh. ]

He probably wouldn't take well to being left somewhere.

[ And as much of a handful as Groot can be, she does actually believe Peter can keep an eye on him throughout the day. ]

When is your shift tomorrow?

[nostalgiabomb]

That, and I'm pretty sure he'd wreck the joint.

[ He nods her over to the couch, where the movie has been playing this entire time and their half-eaten dinners have been sitting, forgotten. He hits stop on the film before flopping down in his seat. ]

Mid-morning to evening-ish. You?

[godslay]

[ Gamora brings Groot along with her to the couch, settling beside Peter. She pulls down the fluffy blanket they'd brought back from the Hygge festival, and with one hand, she makes a small nest for the sapling, before gently setting him into it. He doesn't stir, but gathers up some of the blanket into his little hands, snuggling down. ]

I work the earliest shift.

[ Which she doesn't mind, because of how little she needs sleep.

With Groot settled in place, she moves to lean into Peter's side again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He hums quietly, still mulling it over. ]

I guess when you're about to leave for the day, we can meet somewhere and I can hand him off.

[ Assuming Groot doesn't, like, wander off and get himself lost or killed or eaten before then, anyway. ]

[godslay]

[ She nods, deeming that acceptable. ]

That means you get to wake him in the morning.

[ ... If Groot doesn't wake Peter first. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's expression crumples at that, and he lets out a low groan.

Then, a little hopefully, ]

Are you sure you don't wanna take him tomorrow, then?

[godslay]

The less time he has to spend beyond the wall or around the Guard, the better.

[ So: that leaves Peter stuck with a grumpy toddler sapling in the morning.

Sucks to be him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, it's gonna be one or the other. Less time outside the wall or less time around the Guard? 'Cause it's gotta be one or the other.

[godslay]

[ She seems to give it a moment of thought, and then, ]

You can take him in with you tomorrow.

[ No sleepy baby for Gamora. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His nose wrinkles, lips twisting to one side in distaste. ]

Yeah. I figured that'd be your answer.

[godslay]

[ She shrugs, settling again against him. ]

I have faith in your ability to keep an eye on him.

[ Does she really, though? ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a derisive sort of snort. Even with Groot snoozing away, Peter looks at him with all the wariness of someone expecting a grenade to go off. ]

I appreciate that, I guess. I just don't have all that much faith in him.

[godslay]

[ ... Gamora doesn't actually look about to refute that. ]

Maybe you could put a leash on him.

[ Like a child harness? Something? She has no idea what to do with children. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That makes him bark out a laugh, and loud as it is, Groot hardly stirs for it. ]

Oh my god, he would hate that.

[godslay]

He would, but it might encourage him not to go too far.

[ She can't imagine actually managing to get one on Groot, though. Even that much would be a pain. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The mental image is apparently endlessly entertaining, because Peter's still grinning with it. ]

Well, yeah, but that's only because he's gonna spend, like, hours trying to gnaw through the leash.

[godslay]

But at least he would stay occupied.

[ And that's usually the biggest problem with Groot: he gets bored. ]

Hopefully wandering with you will be entertaining enough for him.

[nostalgiabomb]

I don't have any doubts about him being entertained. It's his ability to stay out of something's giant, toothy maw that I'm having some second thoughts on.

[ But at length, Peter waves a hand, as if to dismiss his own misgivings. ]

It'll be fine.

Probably.

[godslay]

He survived this long with us and nothing has eaten him yet.

[ He'll probably do just fine here, too. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, you're right. You're right.

[ He plucks up his box of food from the table – lukewarm, by now, but Peter's eaten worse – and picks at it with his fork. ]

Just don't be too surprised when I call you in for a secret Search and Rescue mission. That's all I'm sayin'.

[godslay]

[ She sighs as she follows suit, setting her box of takeout into her lap. ]

How fortunate for you that happens to be my job.

[ ... as she reaches over to steal a bite of Peter's food. ]