Peter watched as his daughter played with a new set of stuffed animals. A bear and a bee. And both were yellow. He chuckled. It seemed that Lotus had a strange likeness with the color yellow and anything that was yellow. He honestly thought it was pink. Lotus had pink eyes and pink stripes in her dark blonde hair, it seemed obvious.

She looked happy playing with her toys. She looked so calm. Unlike him. Anybody could say she was not his daughter. But their physical similarities said otherwise. He would have played with her, if his right arm wasn't wounded. It hurt so freaking much. It didn't help that Gamora punched his other arm last night either. Peter moved to the corner of his bed and rested his back on the wall.

He rubbed his arm in clear discomfort. The bullet that hit him got his muscle, so yeah, it freaking hurt. He closed his eyes and sighed, humming to 'Oh Child' playing in the background. Rocket said, scratch that, threaten him that if he decided to do anything forceful with his injured arm, Rocket was going to break it. So yeah, that was out of the list. But that was Rocket to you, that's the way he shows affection. Like the affection he shows when he calls Lotus 'IT' instead of using her name. He didn't like it, but the nickname the raccoon had for the baby just stuck. He calls her like that ever since. He slowly opened his eyes and found Lotus sitting on the floor, holding onto his leg. He smiled and picked her up with his good arm. He steadied her on his lap.

"Well, aren't you intuitive?"

Lotus reached for his face, which Peter gladly let it be touched. Only by her anyway. She seemed to enjoy his facial hair, because that wasn't the only thing she touched. "Stop that." But Lotus paid no mind to him. She giggled when she touched his nose. He chuckled but that stopped when she accidentally poked his left eye.

"Ouch!"

The baby giggled even more. He chuckled and touched a pink stripe of her hair. "Hey, your hair is growing. Maybe we can turn it into pig tails." Lotus giggled. "But it's still too short. A few months maybe? Maybe a few weeks…"

Lotus made a few saliva bubbles while giggling. Peter reached for a napkin and cleaned her face. "Eww… don't do that. It's gross."

Lotus looked at his eyes in curiosity. "Da…." Barely a whisper.

"What?" He raised an eye brow in question.

The baby stayed quiet and tried to get her whole fist into her mouth, sucking on it innocently. Peter was confused. "I must be hearing things. Speaking about hearing things…" He changed the song on the radio to 'Come and get your love'. Lotus cooed her head to the side. Peter rubbed her hair.

"Do you love daddy?"

Lotus, still being a baby, didn't give a shit about it and keep sucking on her fist.

"I thought so." Peter smiled at her. "You're still a baby, after all. You don't do much."

Lotus looked at Peter in slight amusement. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

The baby just looked at him with her pink eyes. She shifted her body so she could lay her head against her daddy's chest. Still sucking on her fist. Peter surrounded her tiny body with his good arm.

"Well, I love you, girl."

"Da…" She whispered, but Peter couldn't quite make out what the baby just said. He shifted the baby so she could face him. She stopped sucking on her fist.

"Ok. I know you said something. So spit it out, kid."

What she did, couldn't surprise Peter even more. "DA! DA!"

Peter looked at the baby in shock. Did she just said… what she just said?

"What…"

"…dada…" And she giggled.

Peter found himself smiling proudly at the little girl. HIS little girl. She called him dada. She just called him daddy!

"That's right, Lotus. I'm your 'dada'. All yours." He hugged her with his good arm. Lotus obviously didn't give a shit about what just happened. She was just happy that she was surrounded by her daddy's warmth.

'Wonder how long it will take to teach her how to say 'Rocket, you suck!' He thought.

"Hey Gamora! Did you know that Lotus just said 'dada'?" He asked shouting, hoping someone had heard him. He heard Gamora's sweet chuckling and Rocket saying something along the lines 'Oh shit, the Thing is talking now…'. Peter smirked. Rocket will just have to deal with it.