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“Whatcha namin’ him again?”

“Peter.” Meredith said, gently shifting the newborn in her arms. To say she was done for the day was putting it mildly. She ached everywhere, exhausted and sweaty, and more than a little terrified to take her first trip to the bathroom. At that moment, all Meredith wanted in life was to stuff her face with something hot and artery-clogging, then promptly fall asleep with her baby boy safe beside her.

Instead, she had a cantankerous blue asshole to deal with. Beside her hospital bed, Yondu frowned as he took a good look at the newly named baby. “Pee-ta?”

“Peter.” She said, with more patience than she felt. If he started any nonsense, the hospital would find themselves with a unique surgical need to remove her foot from his ass in record time. Her eyes narrowed as his frown deepened.

“I don’t like it. I keep tellin’ ya, he could always take my name—”

“Yondu Udonta, until you’ve gone and pushed a baby through your cooch, I don’t give a rat’s ass that you don’t like his name.” Meredith said sharply. “You ain’t in charge here, I am, now hush your mouth.”

Yondu’s mouth opened. Yondu’s mouth clamped shut.

Meredith gave him a stern look before easing herself back into the pillow. She ran a thumb gently over Peter’s brow, his little face still all scrunched up and red. Her baby boy, ready to face the galaxy. The stern expression melted into something softer as she said quietly, “…I want him to have something to hold on for back home.”

“I thought ya said the Eclector was home.” Yondu muttered, slumping back in his chair. “What’s a name gotta do with it?”

“…I meant Terra, Blue.” Meredith said, reaching out to cover his hand with hers. “Look, Peter’s gonna be gallivantin’ across the galaxy, same as you do every day. But he can’t have his head in the clouds if he don’t have a strong foundation.”

Her thumb rubbed lightly over his knuckles, before he flipped his hand up and wove their fingers together. Meredith smiled at the warmth radiating between their clasped hands, saying, “Got ourselves a new troublemaker here, you know that?”

“Joy. Like ya ain’t enough trouble yerself.” Yondu said with a soft snort. His hand untangled from hers, both held out for Peter. “C’mere, let me see the brat already.”

“Watch his head now, you gotta be gentle.” Meredith said, easing Peter into Yondu’s arms. “And stop callin’ him a brat.”

All that fretting turned out to be for nothing as Yondu tucked Peter close, nestled safe and sound in the crook of a solid arm. He smirked at her, earning a roll of her eyes and a soft scoff. Meredith took her chance to get comfortable, sighing when the tension faded from her sore and aching body. She would be hurting for a while yet, but the nurses swore up and down she would make a fast recovery.

That recovery would be made all the faster with some food in her belly. As if on cue, the door to the hospital room slid open, a harried Kraglin darting inside with a bag of something that smelled wonderfully greasy. The poor man was slightly blue in the face, the color high in his normally wan cheeks, sucking in a deep breath. “Ain’t…ain’t no ‘berg’ joints ‘round here, whatever they are, but I found this li’l Aakon takeout place that I reckon ya’d like.”

Meredith knew better than to laugh, smiling as he placed the bag into her lap. “Aw, Kraglin, don’t tell me you ran the whole way back.”

“Ya pushed out a whole baby, I knew ya was gonna be hungry.” He mumbled. Meredith caught him gently by the collar of his flightsuit, dragging him down to smack a kiss against his cheek and earning a furious blush.

“You’re a peach, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She said, happily opening the containers for the food inside. Meredith cut a glance towards Yondu. “Especially this guy here.”

“Don’t start none, Quill.” Yondu warned her, kicking his boots up on her bed. Peter was content in his arms, his soft little snuffles accompanying Yondu’s growl. He grinned, hooking a large finger into Peter’s tiny fist. “S’right, ya tell yer mama.”

“So what’d ya name him?” Kraglin asked, taking up the chair on the other side of her bed. 

Meredith flapped her hand at him to give her a moment, her mouth already stuffed with the greasy food. It tasted like heaven, exactly what the doctor didn’t order. As she swallowed, she managed out, “Peter.”