He's trying so hard to be strong her. Gamora's heart breaks for him. She doesn't know what he's thinking. It's easy to tell when he's miserable. Peter can't stay still for a second. He rushes from one fix to the other in the hopes that something will stick. She knows it's her fault. She dragged the discovery of this out and now isn't telling him anything. "Not just for me." Gamora admits. She rests her hand over Peter's. Her gaze softens as she stares at him and tries to freeze the moment. Nothing has to change.... except everything has. She has to start explaining this to him.
"Peter, you can't fix this." Gamora starts. Nailed it. That will definitely calm Peter down.
Gamora could write a book bout her comforting skills, although it would probably be titled '1001 ways to give my boyfriend a heart attack in 6 words or less'. It's true that Peter has been desperate to do something, anything, that might help her feel better and the fact that he has no idea why she's feeling like this doesn't really help him. And so, her first comment about eating not just for herself goes over his head but the second one fills him with dread.
"But there must be something someone can do. I... we...we could check around the galaxy." The hand touching her cheek starts to shake slightly." We just need to find the right doctor, the right treatment, or maybe someone who can do magic."
She knows her mistake as soon as his hand trembles in hers. Gamora looks alarmed at his reaction. The last thing she'd ever do is hurt Peter intentionally. She has despite herself. She scrambles to make it right. "Peter, I'm not going to die." That's an impossible promise to make. Everyone dies. That is a discussion for another day.
Her gaze drops along with her hand to rest between them. "I'm pregnant." Gamora can't look him in the while she admits it. This is too real. This shouldn't even be happening.
He's been trying to reign on his nerves for some days now but Peter is at a loss and his brain jumped to the worst-case scenario. When she confirms that is not what he fears, the relief is so sudden his brain doesn't immediately register the whole information.
"Oh thanks any god out there. I thought...my mom, when she got sick she started to act like you and I figured...it was stupid, I am stupid. I...wait...pregnant?" Green eyes widen and Peter looks like a like deer in the headlights before his head whips down to stare Gamora's midsection, then back to her face. He suddenly looks a bit teary-eyed, his voice higher than before as he reaches out to grab both of Gamora's hands in his.
"But how? I didn't know we could do that! Since we are different species and all...but a baby! We're going to be parents! That's...oh you don't look too happy about it." His smile vanishes as soon as he notices her bowed head, something cold and unpleasant settling in his gut again. "Gamora?"
"You're not stupid." Gamora begins to argue. She knows sometimes Peter comes off that way. He makes decisions in the heat of the moment or acts childish. Gamora knows he's brilliant in his own way. Why else would she follow him? She wasn't always in love with Peter Quill even if it feels otherwise.
She watches him go through a sea of emotions. She can't hide her trepidation from Peter. He knows her too well now. "They think it's because of your father." She starts before shaking her head. That's not what Peter cares about.
"I... It's dangerous. You have to know how risky this is." She trembles unsure if it's from anxiety or needing to throw up again. She doesn't say anything else because it is hard to put into words. Gamora hates vulnerability. Now isn't the exception.
Petr gives her a pitiful smile but a small nonetheless. Most of the time he plays the fool because it works to his advantage if people underestimate him. But he's also aware that he isn't always the sharpest pencil in the box and that he makes rushed decisions. Gamora trying to comfort him so quickly it's very sweet and it only makes him love her more.
The smile vanishes at the mention of ego, as Peter is putting the bits dn pieces together. They're from different species, logically, their biology should have been incompatible. Ego had the ability to match up with any other creature that existed out there and reproduce yet it never occurred to Peter that his hybrid biology could do the same as a pure Celestial. Well, fuck.
It's a lot to take at once, no wonder she has been so alarmed. Peter shifts his posture once he realizes that she's shaking, standing up to then sit next to Gamora on the bed and wrap an arm around her. They both need the comfort.
"Our lives are always dangerous, that never stopped us before. Is that the only reason why you're not...why you might not want it? If things were different, if we stayed in a safe place, what would you like to do?"
In the end, it's her choice because it's her body, he knows that. It would break his heart a little, all Peter even wanted was a proper family, but he would accept it.
Gamora can't get herself into his arms fast enough which should say it all. She's frightened. He makes her feel safe even if technically speaking she's still the strong one of the two. It doesn't matter really. She knows if everything she feared happened right now, no one would be able to get past Peter. He'd find a way. He loves her in a way no one has since her parents were killed. He'd make the impossible happen just for her.
She settles her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It does a lot to calm the storm in her mind. "I'd like to have the baby." She's just now realizing that. Gamora glances up to say it more firmly. "I want our baby, Peter. I just don't know what we're going to do when other people find out. There are so many ways this could go wrong." That's all she can see right now.
Peter twists his body so he can embrace her better, both of his arms pulling her close, his hand drawing circles on her back to try and soothe her. He rocks them a little and kisses the top of Gamora's head, waiting for her to let it all out, as she so much needs it.
There's a lot of to process and his mind is still trying to wraps itself around the fact that this miracle really happened, that they are going to be parents. That she really wants to do this with him. It's enough to make Peter teary-eyed even as he tries to calm down his own racing heart.
"I want that too, with you. I always wanted it." Looking down, Peter cups her face gently, thumb brushing her high cheekbones. He replies honestly because there's nothing else he can do. "I don't know yet. But we're the Guardians of the Galaxy and we already raised Groot just fine. Or we're trying at least...Pity anybody who tries to go against us."
For a moment, the swordswoman shuts her eyes and lets herself breathe. Gamora has been a mountain of anxiety since this began. For the horrors Thanos did to her body, she's always been able to rely on it to keep her safe. The thought of losing any of that power is terrifying. Having Peter around gives her perspective. She can't know that for sure. Her eyes flutter open as his thumb brushes over her cheekbones.
"We'll need to go back. The Nova Corps are probably the only ones we can trust not to betray us; not willingly at least." All business. So focused on the plans and stakes that for a second she fails to process what he's saying.
Gamora blinks twice as it finally occurs to her what this means. "You really wanted this?" Even after all this time she doesn't quite get how much he loves her. It still surprises Gamora.
Now that Peter knows the truth, he understands the erratic behavior of her last days better but it doesn't make him any less troubled. On one side, he's static that they get the chance to start a family, on the other, he can understand why everything is so overwhelming and stressful for Gamora and wants to make it better.
"We will go anywhere you want. It's probably for the better that we tell the Nova Corpse, we might not be available for missions for a little while. But don't stress yourself, love. We will figure out a plan. I'm the best at plans."
He gives Gamora a grin, even if he's aware that said plans are often nonsense. They end working in the long run and now Peter is only aiming to calm her a bit and making her smile. Her question makes him fidget in return, looking bashful. "Yes, of course. I think we would be great parents. And there's no one else I'd rather start a family with."
Gamora chuckles softly. His plans are inexplicable and insane. She can't deny they tend to work out. That makes her feel better. There's one obvious threat to them. Gamora knows she won't stop being afraid of it any time soon. The rest seems easier to handle now with Peter on board. He does paint a beautiful picture even while being a little shy about it.
"There's no one else I'd want to do this with either." Gamora confesses softly. She thinks that's obvious in her case. She's never shown interest in anyone else. "I hope they have your eyes. I always thought they were beautiful."
All's well that ends well, they say. So what does it matter if there are some unexpected explosions and fight along the way? From now on Peter promises to be extra careful with the way they decide to act, but it's also up to the other to behave. Until Thanos is stopped, and that doesn't look like it will happen anytime soon, he will always be a looming shadow over them but they can hide for a while. Peter leans in to nuzzle her and then gives her a kiss after that admission, far too giddy to use words at frirst.
"I hope they get your skin color, it's very pretty. And then the green will match the eyes." Keeping an arm still wrapped around her, he reaches for the plate of food he brought her earlier. It's just toast but it might still help to calm her nerves. "You need to eat something, love."
It is a beautiful thing for Gamora to picture. She vows to hang onto the mental image and the tender sensation of his soft kiss that follows. This is a better thing to dream of than the nightmares of the past by far or a possible future of horrors.
What Peter says registers a beat later. She nods mechanically as she accepts the plate. "Right. I have to feed them." She sits up just enough to properly bite into the toast. It isn't until she swallows the first bite she realizes how hungry she actually is. Gamora is quickly working her way through it.
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"Peter, you can't fix this." Gamora starts. Nailed it. That will definitely calm Peter down.
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"But there must be something someone can do. I... we...we could check around the galaxy." The hand touching her cheek starts to shake slightly." We just need to find the right doctor, the right treatment, or maybe someone who can do magic."
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Her gaze drops along with her hand to rest between them. "I'm pregnant." Gamora can't look him in the while she admits it. This is too real. This shouldn't even be happening.
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"Oh thanks any god out there. I thought...my mom, when she got sick she started to act like you and I figured...it was stupid, I am stupid. I...wait...pregnant?" Green eyes widen and Peter looks like a like deer in the headlights before his head whips down to stare Gamora's midsection, then back to her face. He suddenly looks a bit teary-eyed, his voice higher than before as he reaches out to grab both of Gamora's hands in his.
"But how? I didn't know we could do that! Since we are different species and all...but a baby! We're going to be parents! That's...oh you don't look too happy about it." His smile vanishes as soon as he notices her bowed head, something cold and unpleasant settling in his gut again. "Gamora?"
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She watches him go through a sea of emotions. She can't hide her trepidation from Peter. He knows her too well now. "They think it's because of your father." She starts before shaking her head. That's not what Peter cares about.
"I... It's dangerous. You have to know how risky this is." She trembles unsure if it's from anxiety or needing to throw up again. She doesn't say anything else because it is hard to put into words. Gamora hates vulnerability. Now isn't the exception.
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The smile vanishes at the mention of ego, as Peter is putting the bits dn pieces together. They're from different species, logically, their biology should have been incompatible. Ego had the ability to match up with any other creature that existed out there and reproduce yet it never occurred to Peter that his hybrid biology could do the same as a pure Celestial. Well, fuck.
It's a lot to take at once, no wonder she has been so alarmed. Peter shifts his posture once he realizes that she's shaking, standing up to then sit next to Gamora on the bed and wrap an arm around her. They both need the comfort.
"Our lives are always dangerous, that never stopped us before. Is that the only reason why you're not...why you might not want it? If things were different, if we stayed in a safe place, what would you like to do?"
In the end, it's her choice because it's her body, he knows that. It would break his heart a little, all Peter even wanted was a proper family, but he would accept it.
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She settles her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It does a lot to calm the storm in her mind. "I'd like to have the baby." She's just now realizing that. Gamora glances up to say it more firmly. "I want our baby, Peter. I just don't know what we're going to do when other people find out. There are so many ways this could go wrong." That's all she can see right now.
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There's a lot of to process and his mind is still trying to wraps itself around the fact that this miracle really happened, that they are going to be parents. That she really wants to do this with him. It's enough to make Peter teary-eyed even as he tries to calm down his own racing heart.
"I want that too, with you. I always wanted it." Looking down, Peter cups her face gently, thumb brushing her high cheekbones. He replies honestly because there's nothing else he can do. "I don't know yet. But we're the Guardians of the Galaxy and we already raised Groot just fine. Or we're trying at least...Pity anybody who tries to go against us."
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"We'll need to go back. The Nova Corps are probably the only ones we can trust not to betray us; not willingly at least." All business. So focused on the plans and stakes that for a second she fails to process what he's saying.
Gamora blinks twice as it finally occurs to her what this means. "You really wanted this?" Even after all this time she doesn't quite get how much he loves her. It still surprises Gamora.
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"We will go anywhere you want. It's probably for the better that we tell the Nova Corpse, we might not be available for missions for a little while. But don't stress yourself, love. We will figure out a plan. I'm the best at plans."
He gives Gamora a grin, even if he's aware that said plans are often nonsense. They end working in the long run and now Peter is only aiming to calm her a bit and making her smile. Her question makes him fidget in return, looking bashful. "Yes, of course. I think we would be great parents. And there's no one else I'd rather start a family with."
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"There's no one else I'd want to do this with either." Gamora confesses softly. She thinks that's obvious in her case. She's never shown interest in anyone else. "I hope they have your eyes. I always thought they were beautiful."
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"I hope they get your skin color, it's very pretty. And then the green will match the eyes." Keeping an arm still wrapped around her, he reaches for the plate of food he brought her earlier. It's just toast but it might still help to calm her nerves. "You need to eat something, love."
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What Peter says registers a beat later. She nods mechanically as she accepts the plate. "Right. I have to feed them." She sits up just enough to properly bite into the toast. It isn't until she swallows the first bite she realizes how hungry she actually is. Gamora is quickly working her way through it.