It was expected. For some people, anyway. There were others that couldn't give a shit about it. Peter Quill is known for his womanizer methods, mercenary, thief, outlaw, skilled fighter and recently as the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy. He was NEVER known for a dad. He was pretty sure he had taken precautions while doing… that.

In other words, while the guardians sleep with the Milano parked in some random planet, someone had the guts to drop a few months old baby girl in their doorstep. It was Gamora who found her and brought the sleeping baby inside. Also, there was a letter attached to her. Claiming that Peter asshole Quill (yes, it was written like that) was the baby's father. Gamora was shocked, Rocket was pissed off, Drax had a smile on his face so did Groot and Peter practically peed his pants (is an expression).

"I can't take care of a baby!" Peter shouted but he was shushed by Gamora. He lowered his voice. "I can barely take care of myself. What if she's not mine?"

"Is she supposed to know how to glare at her age?" Rocket mumbled. The guardians looked at him. "What? She's glaring at me! Look!" He grinned. "She'll kill people with that glare…"

Indeed, the baby had opened her big pink eyes. And was glaring at Rocket like he was some kind of alien. Peter sighed. She did resembled to him A LOT. She had his dark blonde hair with the addition of pinkish stripes and his skin color, probably his badass behavior. While he was lost in thought, Gamora had slipped the baby into his arms. He gave an annoyed sigh. "Fine, she's mine…" Was it him, or did the baby just smiled? "Any name suggestions?"

"I am Groot!"

"Rockie!"

"Starla!"

"Vincent!"

Peter looked at Drax. "Vincent? Seriously? She's a girl… You have a terrible taste in names…"

Drax looked down. "And you? What name do you think she should be called?"

"Don't know. Like I said, I'm NO father material-"

"I agree with him!" Rocket shouted.

"Sure you're an a-hole but I think you'll make a lovely father…" Gamora mumbled.

"Why do you say that? You of all people should agree with Rocket."

"She just fell asleep in your arms."

Peter looked at the baby, rolled his eyes and sat down. "That doesn't say anything…"

"Yeah! That doesn't say anything! It's just pure damn coincidence!"

"I am Groot."

"Not you too…"

There was an awkward silence. "So, does the letter say anything else aside from telling me I'm a dick and that I ruined the baby's mother's life?"

Gamora held to letter. "Nope, there's not even a name. But it does say her birthday and that she's allergic to nuts."

"Then we'll get rid of those."

"Shit…" Rocket swore. "Thanks a lot… errr… baby? Seriously, you need to name her."

"Meredith. Done. She has a name." Peter said. Unbeknownst to him, he was rocking the baby back and forth.

"The hell? That name is worse than Vincent!"

"That was my mother's name you son of bitch…"

Rocket's ears lowered in slight guilt. "But it fits her…"

"That's better."

"…asshole."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Maybe you should give her a second name, just in case." Drax suggested.

"I am Groot."

"Hey, that's a nice one, Groot." Rocket said.

"What did he said?"

"He suggested Lotus."

"Meredith Lotus Quill…" Gamora mumbled. "I like it."

"Now up to the big question, where will she sleep?"

OOO

So here he was a week later, the famously known Star Lord was trying to feed a baby. Who wouldn't allow it because she was so busy crying.

"Arg! Come on, Lotus. Drink your milk so you can go to sleep. So I can go to sleep…"

"Muah!"

Peter slapped his forehead. This whole week since he recognized Lotus as his daughter, has been sleepless. He was planning on sleeping a full night today, but Lotus woke him up at two in the morning. Drax was kind enough to make a temporary cradle until they bought a new one, and it was placed beside his bed. So yeah, he didn't get much sleep. He tried everything, even changing her diapers (which was super disgusting) to try and feed her. But she wouldn't allow it.

So he carried her with her head resting on her shoulder and his right hand patting her back. He walked back and forth for about twenty minutes. He sighed. "Seriously, girl. You have some lungs…"

He heard a hiccup and the crying ceased. He turned his head towards her little face to find that she was trying to snuggle in his neck. He gave her a weak smile. But if this was hard, he couldn't imagine the rest of his fatherhood.

Fatherhood.

He never thought he will be a father. Let alone a good one. In fact, he wasn't a good one, but he was a super cool dad.

Dad.

He never had a dad. He left when he was little. Probably Lotus' age. But that's not going to happen to her. He will make sure that she will have her father beside her. And scare away those teenagers that will start hitting on her when she's older.

Yeah… He'll be a cool dad.