A/N: So I realized that I have a bunch of stories about Skye's pregnancy with Haylie, but barely anything about the one with Ada - so I'm going to amend this now. Also, it started out as a picture drabble, but then grew out that genre in like a minute :D So now it's a collection of drabbles/ficlets, each of them a little snapshot from that time (you'll find some scenes among them that will be familiar from other stories in this 'verse). The whole thing will be twelve chapters long, and - if everything goes well - it'll be update daily. Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: [Insert funny text here that tells you I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.]
December
The flames in the fireplace and the twinkling lights on the tree bathed the room in an ambient glow, Haylie was sleeping soundly in her room, her stuffed monkey hugged to her chest (she hadn't really grasped the idea of Santa Clause and that she was supposed to be excited about the next morning just yet), the scent of cinnamon and eggnog filled the air, Skye was lying on the couch, her feet in Grant's lap, and she hadn't felt this relaxed in a long while.
Maybe that's why she decided to broach the subject.
"Have you," she started, looking at him, feeling just a little nervous. "Have you thought about what we talked about back in May?" And brought up, jokingly, every now and then, ever since Haylie's been born?
He smiled at her, not yet realizing the gravity of the conversation as he continued rubbing the arch of her foot. "You'll have to be a little more specific than that."
"You know," she shrugged, as if it was no big deal, "about having another baby."
He sat up straight in an instant. "I have," he admitted with a nearly unreadable expression, although the almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, the one she alone could see, betrayed him. "Why? Do you…?"
"Yeah," she said almost shyly as she sat up, pulling her feet from his lap, so she could look directly into his eyes. "I mean, we always said that another kid is in the cards in the future, and it seems like a good time. Caseload's been pretty light recently, we have a house all lived in, and Haylie'd be past two by the time the new baby came. And," she adds sly smile, "it'd be fun getting pregnant on purpose this time."
He laughed at that, throwing his head back (yeah, Haylie'd been their little surprise), then fell silent for a moment, seemingly thinking it through.
She bit into her bottom lip, waiting. She expected some kind of discussion, logical arguments pro and con, and the suggestion that they sleep on it. Instead the next moment he grinned, grabbed her waist, pulled her into his lap–she squealed–and kissed her.
"Okay," he said against her lips as she giggled. "Let's make a baby."