Peter Quill is seated at the pilot's station of the aircraft staring out of the great glass plane which separates him from reality. Gamora picks up her courage and walks so she is interupting his view. They look into each others eyes with deep pure emotion. Gamora's eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. Her beautifully tinted green lips start to try to speak but lose their bravery.
"Go on my love," encourages Peter.
"I have some news," says a shy Gamora. Her shy but controlled breath making her shoulders rise and fall in an elegant rhythm.
"Yes Gamora," reassures Peter.
"Well... I'm pregnant...We're pregnant..." Gamora states.
Peter is gobsmacked. His eyes widen and his eyebrows fly to the top of his forehead. His cheeks birth a slight blush with pure surprise. Peter stands strongly and marches so he is nose to nose with Gamora. Gamora looks scared but Peter is wearing a calm but neutral face. He leans in and gives her a big passionate kiss. Fireworks surround them when they kiss and it feels like a warm romantic love affair just for them.
Gamora is stunned. He's kissing her. He's not getting angry, or abandoning her. He's kissing her. This is perfect.