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*It was one am. The ship was quiet. Gamora was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed and turned next to her.*
Gamora: Peter?
Peter: Yeah?
Gamora: What do you think life would be like if we had a kid?
Peter: What?
Gamora: I saw you looking at the baby clothes today when we were shopping. You got me thinking that maybe... we should have one.
Peter: You really think we could raise a baby? I mean, I know you'd be a good mom, but...
Gamora: You'd be a great dad.
Peter: Do we even have time for a baby?
Gamora: I don't know.
Peter: We could make time, in between saving the galaxy. If we had a kid, we could play catch. I always wanted to do that with my dad, but he wasn't around. He's also the psycho who killed my mom, which is also really sucky on his part.
Gamora: Let's hope we're better than both of our fathers combined.
Peter: So, we're going to try to have a baby?
*Gamora yawned and switched off her lamp.*
Gamora: Maybe.