I ask, and beg that you bear with me, please! This is my first time writing Huntingbird. I do hope you enjoy, however! Let me know your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I don't own SHIELD or the characters or the song Small Bump by Ed Sheeran.

Trigger warning as a precaution: pregnancy and things that could go wrong during it.

Bobbi was intent on finishing that chapter of her book. However, her lovely, charming husband Lance, apparently had other plans in mind. Currently, both of his hands were plastered on her six-month-old baby bump as he talked to their little baby girl. Bobbi had half a mind to tell him to bugger off, but it was actually quite cute, especially since he was whispering to the baby as if it could reply. Who was she to come between their bonding and one-sided conversation? At a few swift kicks that Bobbi felt, she realized maybe it wasn't all that one-sided. Lance grinned widely at feeling that, "Didya feel that, Bob? She agrees that she's daddy's one and only!"

Bobbi couldn't help the sarcastic remark that left her lips as she chuckled, "She's inside my belly, Lance. Of course I felt it."

Lance pouted a bit, "Oi, no need for snark." He then leaned in and whispered to her belly, "Mummy's usually not this mean, baby. She is, however, always as beautiful as the day I first met her. Despite what I may tell my mates about her, I absolutely love your mum. And dear God, if you look anything like her, darling, you'll never leave the house when you become a teenager. You'll be a little heart breaker. Especially if you have that little dimple on your chin like your mum," Lance laughed softly.

"I can't wait to hold you… I know you're very tiny right now, but I've got plans for us. So many. I'm going to teach you how to play football-"

"Soccer," Bobbi dared to interject.

"Football," Lance repeated with emphasis, glaring at Bobbi slightly before continuing on with his conversation with their unborn baby, "And how to speak real English. None of this "American" English rubbish."

Bobbi had to roll her eyes again, "She will be American, Lance."

"And half British. Now shh, I'm speaking to my daughter."

"Our daugh-" Bobbi gave up in that moment, "Never mind," she mumbled and went back to reading. Bobbi felt something strange in her side. A tightening that made her put her book down for a moment, but then it went away. It continued to happen, but it was very slight, though painful. She tried to ignore it for the time being

"Thank you. Where was I… Ah yes, I'll teach you how to fight too. You know, for when Daddy finally lets you leave the house when you're older, you can fight off all the boys," he grinned proudly, "Mm. How is it that you've already got me wrapped around your tiny little finger, hmm? I must say, it's a talent you've taken from your mummy."

"Mommy," Bobbi corrected and winced as the pain escalated. She moved uncomfortably in the bed, "Okay… Off, Lance, I have to go to the bathroom," she told him, putting down her book.

Lance begrudgingly moved off her after kissing her belly and promising the baby they'd continue that conversation later. Bobbi grinned and leaned in, kissing her husband softly, "You're such a sap. You're a sappy mercenary," she teased as she stood up off the bed slowly.

"Ex-mercenary," Lance said proudly and returned the kiss. "I'm feeling peckish, would you like a snack?"

"English, Lance."

"This is English!" He huffed and said, "I'm getting a bit hungry. Would you like a snack?"

Bobbi grinned. She loved teasing Lance for his British phrasing. She really understood it all, but joshing him was her favourite pastime. "That'd be grea-"she grimaced at the pain that ran across her midsection, it nearly had her doubling over completely, had she not held onto the bed to keep her steady.

Lance got off the bed quickly, "Bob? What is it, love? Was it another kick to the ribs?" Their little girl had a tendency to play footba-soccer with her mummy's ribs.

"N-No… No." Bobbi scowled and gasped audibly again, "Something's wrong, Lance… Something's wrong with our baby," she could feel it in her chest and in her gut. Something was off. Tears welled up in her eyes quickly as her heart sped up.

Standing before her, Lance took her face into both his hands and he said softly, whilst his thumbs gently caressed her cheekbones, "Shh, easy love. I'm going to get the car and get you to the hospital, love. Let's get you outside," Lance said quickly.

Bobbi nodded, "I trust you."

'Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.

Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why.

Hours later, Lance crawled into Bobbi's hospital bed with her as she cried softly. Burying her head in his chest, she sought solace from the unbearable pain and emptiness she felt coursing through her veins. Lance wished he could take all her pain away, but he knew he couldn't and that's what killed him most of the situation. Bobbi held onto him tightly and she whispered, "M'sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect our baby…"

Protect their baby from what? It was quite difficult to fight an invisible force. But it wasn't her fault, Lance knew. It wasn't anyone's fault. Her guilt was unwarranted. He just wanted to kiss all of her pain away and take back the last few hours. He'd easily give his life for their baby's. Lance kissed Bobbi's hair as a tear fell from his eyes and he whispered, "Not your fault, Barbara. Definitely not your fault, love."

"I'm sorry…" She repeated over and over again.

Lance could only hold her closer and pray that it'd help. He knew it wouldn't. They'd just lost something so important. Someone they'd both created. Half of him and half of her, made completely out of love. How did one get over something like that? "I'm sorry too," he replied to Bobbi.