Summary: When you and Peter Quill started dating, nobody expected Groot to be so attached to you. Word Count: 1,512 Warnings for series: Fluff, language, light angst, implied smut, possibly more to come as series continues. Author’s Note: Who can resist baby Groot? I know I can’t.
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Thunderstorms, you could handle. Hell, you had survived the terror of several tornadoes during your childhood. But meteor showers were different, while in space, that was. Peter was a great pilot, as was Rocket, but this particular storm took both of their piloting talents. Even then, it was a very turbulent ride.
You couldn’t handle being in the cockpit any longer, your stomach was pitching around, much like the ship you were stuck in. With Groot holding tight to your hair, you stumbled out of the cockpit and down to the room you and Peter shared.
“I am Groot?” he asked, his voice tight.
“I’ll be okay,” you assured him. You dropped to the bed and kicked off your shoes before reaching up to your shoulder.
Groot hopped into your palm at the exact moment that the ship rolled to its side. Acting quickly, your other hand shot out, making sure he didn’t fall off as you tumbled off the bed, landing on the metal floor, your hip screaming in agony.
Groot pushed out from between your hands with a little grunt. “I am Groot!”
You gave a heavy groan as you tried pushing off the floor. “Son of a bitch,” you ground out through your teeth.
“I am Groot?” His small hand was on your chin and he was peering up at you with wide, caring eyes.
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