11 year old Peter Quill ran straight to Yondu as soon as he carried baby Destiny up into the ship. For weeks the boy had been dying to meet the little baby and now she was here. He looked slightly confused as he couldn't see Siona.

"Yondu. Where is Siona?" The little boy asks quietly.

"She didn't make it boy." Yondu says, trying to contain his grief.

As soon as Peter heard he started to cry, Yondu hushing him.

"You'll wake her up." Yondu whispered.

"Her? It's a girl?" Quill asks, wiping his tears away, Yondu nodded. "Can I hold her please?"

"Maybe when she wakes up." Yondu says, looking down at the sleeping newborn. He only be holding her for a few hours now and he didn't want to let her go. "I'm gonna go and put her down to sleep. You run along now, before someone eats you."

Peter's eyes widen a little in horror before nodding his head and running off. Yondu chuckles a little before looking down at Destiny.

"Don't worry love. I wouldn't play that kind of joke on you." He whispered before lightly kissing her forehead. He then carried her to the captain's room and realised all her stuff laid there.

He gently placed Destiny into the white crib before starting to pack Siona's things. He then ordered a couple crew members to burn it, as he didn't have the heart to.

Yondu then sat down on his bed, he looked over at the crib, Destiny still sleeping. Looking around he made no one was going to see him as he cried silently into his hands.

He didn't know how he was going to do it, but somehow he was going to do it. He was still going to run this clan and he's gonna give his daughter a normal life, as he promised.

For the next few weeks, Yondu would wake up every hour and check on Destiny. As sick as she started to cry, he dropped everything and ran to her. He didn't care that he wasn't quite filling the role as captain, but he was lucky for his first mate who always took over when Yondu ran to tend to the baby girl.

Now she was 3 months old but tonight she wouldn't stop crying, Yondu holding onto her and trying to soothe her to sleep. But no matter what he did nothing would work. He fed her, changed her but yet she still cried.

"Come on sweetie. What's the matter?" He mumbled at the little baby. She kept crying, Yondu just sighs.

"Please don't make daddy sing, he ain't got the voice of an angel." He whispered while walking around the room. As a last resort he whistled softly, his arrow coming to life and starts to dance around him and her leaving a trail of red.

The little baby starts to watch the arrow and as Yondu kept whistling softly, she started to settle down.

"Mmm you like that baby girl? You like listening to daddy whistle?" He asks as she keeps calming down. He smiles and keeps whistling to her for another 15 minutes before she fell asleep.

He lets out a sigh of relief and slowly puts her down, hoping she wouldn't wake up. As he put her down, her red eyes opened sleepily for a couple seconds before closing again.

Yondu flopped down onto his bed, exhausted. But at the same time, he was relieved at the fact that Destiny was now asleep. He knew that Siona would be really proud at how he handled the situation.

And from that night on, he started to whistle little lullabies to get Destiny to sleep. He could tell the little baby loved it as she slowly fell asleep, watching her daddy and watching his arrow as it flew around her crib.