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Phillip James Coulson

Melinda Ann May-Coulson

Antoine Ryland Triplett –Coulson 13

Grant Douglas Ward-Coulson 11

Lance Nicholas Hunter-Coulson 11

Leonard Ian Fitz-Coulson 8

Jemma Elizabeth Simmons- Coulson 5

Skye Melinda Jemma Coulson 3

Disclaimer: I don't own anything wish I did.

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May's point of view:

If someone had told me that someday I would be happily married and with six children, I would have laughed in their faces. Never in my life did I think of myself as a mother, but six children managed to worm their way into my heart.

But it has happened and I wouldn't change anything; my children are my whole world. Even though they're not mine through blood, they're my kids and I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.

"Mommy," said Skye, walking into the bedroom I share with my husband, Phil Coulson.

I felt a smile come to my face at the name of Mommy as I forced myself up in our bed. I reached down and pulled my three-year-old daughter into my arms. "Skylight, how did you get out of your crib? Huh?" I asked tapping Skye's nose, making the youngest Coulson giggle.

"Lance," Skye replied. This made me let out a small sigh. I loved Lance, I really did but he liked to use Skye to get his way. He was smart in that way, which isn't too hard to believe. He's a Coulson.

"Did he now?" I asked, making Skye nod as a reply, "Where is your brother, now?"

"Right here, Mom!" Lance announced, walking into the bedroom, wearing his soccer uniform.

I looked up at him. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked, not remembering Lance mentioning being on a soccer team.

"Mom, I really want to play soccer this year!" he exclaimed, before continuing, "Can I, please?"

Skye decided to join in, giving me her famous puppy-dog eyes. "Please Mama..."

Even though Skye is only three, she knew where her father's and my weakness is. I reluctantly agreed, not being able to say no to either of my children.

It wasn't long before Lance was grinning and running out of the bedroom shouting with delight, "DAD! Mom said yes! She said yes!"

I could not hold back the laugh as it came out of my lips. I turned back to Skye, who was tugging my shirt for attention. "Come on baby, let's get your siblings ready for school," I said picking Skye up and walking into the living room to see my whole world all in one spot. Grant was reading a new book which Phil got him: The Hunger Games. Trip was playing with Leo and his building blocks while Jemma was watching SpongeBob. Lastly, I saw my husband in the kitchen, making our breakfast for the day.

Walking to the back door, I could see Lance playing with his soccer ball; I could not hold back the smile on my face as I realise that for an eleven-year-old, Lance was a really good soccer player. However, even though that was true, I secretly hoped he didn't set his hopes to high.

"Good morning, Mel," Phil greeted, gaining my attention as he walked into the living room.

I followed him into the living room. "Morning," I replied, placing a kiss on Phil cheek.

"Mama, want down," Skye complained, struggling to get out of my arms and making me laugh.

"Okay, baby," I agreed, setting Skye down on the floor only to watch her run up to Grant and begged for his attention, making both me and Phil laugh again.

"Grant! Grant!" insisted Skye, trying to climb onto the couch. She was still too little to quite reach. "Grant!" Skye cried louder, her eyes filling up with tears.

Grant looked down at his baby sister with a sigh, placed the book down and gently picked Skye up in his arms. He began to cuddle with her. "Don't cry, Skylight" he whispered, pressing a kiss to Skye's forehead.

"All right, kids, time to eat" announced Phil, gaining all the kids' attention straight away.

"Mommy!" Skye called, jumping out of Grant's arms and ran into the kitchen. Jemma instantly ran after her. Grant laughed and followed both of his younger sisters into the kitchen.

Phil looked at me, a smile on his face. "I'll get Lance, if you get Trip and Leo," he negotiated, his hand momentarily holding mine.

"Deal," I replied. Our hands slowly parted as I watch Phil walk outside, in order to get our little soccer player.

Phil's point of view:

Walking into the backyard, I was met with Lance shooting the ball into the goal. Simply watching Lance sent me to the memory of how Melinda and I adopted him.

(Flashback)

Melinda and I were at the park with Grant and Trip, having a nice family picnic when we heard a fight.

"Please stop! I don't have anything!" came the cry of a little boy, no other than eight years old, who was on the ground. He was around Grant's age. I noticed Melinda move her hand to Grants' shoulder, a way to make sure he was safe.

"That's bull! I know, I saw you have a 5 dollar bill earlier. Now hand it over!" ordered an older kid, who was kicking the younger one in the ribs.

"Please!" the younger boy begged. "I don't have it," he sobbed.

Melinda had obviously had enough, as she was already heading over to the fight, "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, authority in her voice.

"He has my money" replied the older kid, instantly and with confidence.

"What's your name, kid?" Melinda asks calmly.

"Barney Barton," said the older kid with a smirk, thinking he won this fight.

"Well Barney, get lost before I call the cops and send you to jail for picking on this poor kid," snapped Melinda.

I watched Barney eyes get wide before running away as fast as he could, making me smile; my wife could pretty much scare anyone including Fury.

I led the boys over to May, who was already checking the younger boy.

"What's your name, sweetie?" asked May, her voice considerably softer than it just was.

"Lance Hunter," said the boy, with a sniffle.

"Where are your parents?" questioned Grant.

Grant's question seemed to make the younger boy sadder. "I don't have any… they didn't want me. They never want me" Lance replied, looking down, with new tears appearing in his eyes.

His statement breaking my heart, I manage to keep my focus as I hear Trip asked, "Are you hurt?"

Lance nodded, a small whimper leaving his mouth. Melinda and I quickly decided to take him to the hospital. I tried to not to notice the wince Lance let out when May touched him to help him up.

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Once at the hospital, we learned that he did indeed have a broken rib and much to our horror whip marks all over his back, burns all over his legs and many bruises; it broke my heart.

Melinda and I left Grant and Trip with Lance while we went out into the hall to talk. "Oh my God, who would do that to that sweet little boy?" Melinda asked rhetorically, tears running down her cheek.

"I don't know, Mel. I really don't," I replied, pulling my wife in for a hug.

"I want him, I want to protect him, Phil," she confessed to me, making me pull back from her to look into her eyes. "That little boy deserves to be loved and he's not getting it! He flinched when I touched him. Phil, no kid deserves that, I want him."

"Mel, are you serious right now?" I asked as I looked into the room where our sons were. Lance was now supporting a smile, while Grant and Trip talked to him, "You want another child?" I asked with a smile, one which may returned instantly.

"Why not? I mean we already have adopted two children, why not a third?" she questions.

"Okay, firstly, let's talk to him. Then I'll contact our social worker and see what I can do," I replied, before walking into the room with her.

"Lance sweetie, Phil and I want to ask you a question, and you don't have to say yes," Melinda says, taking the lead. Lance looked confused, but nodded to show he was listening. "We would like to take you home with us, where I swear to God that no other person will lay a hand on you," she promised.

"Y-you want me?" asked Lance in a small voice.

"More than anything we want to keep you safe, if you want to stay with us, then we will make a few calls and see if that is possible," I said, making sure the boy knew it wasn't a definite thing, just in case. Melinda always jumped in a little too quickly when it came to children; she hasn't managed to say no.

"You really want me?" asked lance, a smile spreading onto his lips.

"Who wouldn't want a little angel like you" asked Melinda.

Lance looked around the room for a bit, before whispering, "Okay". He then looks at Mel and asks in a very small voice, afraid for the answer. "Can I hug you?"

I smile widely and place a hand on Grant's shoulder, as Melinda leans down and pulls Lance into a hug.

"Thank you, so much," Lance says, his voice soft.

"You are so very welcome我男嬰(my little boy)" Melinda replies, slipping into Chinese for a moment. A few days later, Lance was with the Coulsons on a temporary basis, due to the abuse; a few months later, the adoption was finalised.

(End flashback)

That was three years ago, Lance still has the scars all over his back and he always will. Fortunately, he doesn't mind, he says that it is a reminder about what he had before he was adopted and it makes him appreciate and love this family more.

"Hey Dad, do you need me?" asked Lance, cutting me out of my thoughts.

I felt a smile come to my face. "Yes, son, it is time for breakfast. Why don't you come in?" I asked. Lance nodded, throwing the ball in the air while during a double back flip sending the ball right in the soccer net. "Nice!" I cheered, high fiving Lance as he walked into the house.

While the kids were eating, I smiled as I listened to the general chatter around the table.

"So, are you nervous?" Trip asked Lance, sitting next to him.

"Nah, if I'm not good enough, I can always try again next year," replied Lance, always the optimist. This made me smile and I looked at my wife, who returned my smile. We had amazing kids and there was nothing I would trade for them.