Nebula lays in bed awake the same question repeating in her mind.

how did she get here?

You were laying next her asleep dressed only in her oversized hoodie she let you barrow and some panties. Your wedding ring on the bedside table next to a picture of the two of you on your wedding day.

She couldn’t help but smile at it all, as much as she can’t understand earth relationships, traditions, or anything really she still liked it. Even if she thought it was obnoxious.