Jemma Simmons and her harem settled somewhat easily into their new home. There was a great deal of painting and remodeling required to make it perfect. After six months, Jemma had to admit that there were only a few minor issues… sometimes the boys didn't know which shirt was whose and John and the very idea of vacuuming were not very closely acquainted. Plus the less said about Garrett Tuesday Taco night the better.
Ok, she lied.
There was one big elephant in the room.
And it wasn't the near constant remodeling as the place they had planned for Skye wasn't actually legal, or the fact that she had regretfully decided to put off repairing the overgrown garden for another year. Phil and John had both understood her disappointment as they asked and listened about what she had hoped to have in her garden.
There was no real choice in the matter, Felix had gone through the budget repeatedly and the garden had lost when it had come down to fixing the HVAC. Really, Heating, Venting and Cooling would be greatly appreciated in the winter and the summer, especially if she was pregnant. And yes, she had planned to have her garden completed before she was up the duff. It would be her sanctuary, her refuge for quietness and contemplation.
The problem was…to quote the irrepressible Trip, the introspective Felix was being lost in the sauce. John and Phil were THERE. They were loud, they were chatty and sometimes Jemma had to focus on the fact that Felix was actually in the room with the four of them. Even Winston was more assertive in demanding her attention and affection.
It started off small.
Bedrooms. Or should she say BEDROOM. Single. Really, somehow she thought there would be one big bed.
Wrong.
Felix required his own space, a music room, so he could play his guitars in peace. Being considerate, he insisted on the room being sound proofed so not to disturb anyone. She tried to be understanding, not hurt when a queen sized futon and a dog bed made its way there.
Yes, she understood that he needed a chance to decompress. Really, the expectation that the solitary Felix living with three people without an easy escape was asking far too much from him. However… she wanted him near her. She loved him.
Then John decided he needed his own place to lay his hat and Phil staked out a small den (Jemma had thought it would have been a lovely place for a nursery when they got that far) for this spot.
It wasn't that she was sleeping alone. Far from it, as there was always one of her boys (or more) that snuggled into her bed, but it was rarely all three. Four, if you included Winston. Plus, she noticed a pattern – Jemma/Phil, Jemma/Felix, Jemma/John, Jemma/Phil/Felix, Jemma/John/Phil & the very delightful Goddess Jemma/her Adoring Boys but the Jemma/John/Felix coupling was rarest.
And her attempts at creating some sort of order with the overgrown garden so it was HER space were futile. Patience was required, especially as Skye deserved heat in her apartment. John and Phil had spent several weekends cutting back the worst of the overgrowth. However, the sentient Forest seemed to have opinions of its own on the matter and had swallowed their fierce struggles with nary a belch.
Dare she even think about what was really making her concerned about her introspective silver fox?
Nikki/Jasper.
Nikki was back in town, as she and Jasper were planning on marrying and having lots of babies as soon as possible. Now, she wouldn't admit to being jealous but… Nikki (Ok, Jasper) had requested Jemma's permission for Felix be in the wedding party which she NATURALLY agreed because well, she didn't want to act JEALOUS, STROPPY COW… but Felix was being… Felix… as though pondering the road not taken. Felix was being very quiet and pensive plus having that little bit about having lunch with Nikki once a week.
And there were date nights.
Phil would program her GPS with the address of a restaurant and she'd drive there, not knowing his plans until they arrived. However, Phil was now advising her on the dress code of the establishment after she had worn a very nice dress to a hole in the wall Taqueria. Phil had been quite correct, they were the best fish tacos she had ever eaten. One special time had even been the Loeb Boathouse at Central Park complete with dancing, really good champagne and a lovely hotel.
Date nights with John were fun and thrilling regardless of the weather. It could be snowcycling, taking their motorcycles out for a spin, sometimes the gun range, even kayaking on the Hudson.
Felix… well… his date nights were rather prosaic. There was lovely moments at home where they cuddled and binge watched Doctor Who. Even then, when it was just the three of them, Felix was still chary and contemplative yet so sweet in his kisses.
And Jemma wondered if Felix was happy. He was being terribly introspective… and she was afraid to ask.
Because what if he was, and her doubts upset him?
What if he wasn't and the bottom fell out?
"Hello, Angela," Felix greeted Jasper's cousin. His scheduled weekly lunch with Nikki was actually a cagy way for him to meet with Angela, a supposed world-renown landscaper, who claimed that she could tame the Jolly Green Forest into something Jemma would enjoy. She smiled in greeting and handed him a tablet. That's what he liked about her, she was direct, to the point, reasonably priced as he rated the family discount; however when he flicked his way through her designs, he thought her a trifle bit barking mad. "What's this? A tree with a door?"
"It's a fairy door," explained Angela. "Every English garden needs a fairy door."
"She didn't mention it to either John or Phil," Felix protested. Not out of a sense of stubbornness, but because he was struggling to keep within his budget. Jemma had wished a garden because it reminded her of home, but the damn furnace had needed to be replaced, then the electrical panel… He had managed to finagle enough for the three of them to give Jemma a small English garden because her Herculean efforts at taming the disaster had been for naught.
It behooved Felix Blake to ensure everything was perfect. John and Phil had been less than helpful as they had both glibly assured him that Jemma would be delighted with whatever the landscaper was able to carve out of the wilderness. Jemma was amazing, she shouldn't have to SETTLE. Felix also knew that his brothers wanted to reassure him so he wouldn't obsess over the smallest detail. (Yeah, right. Didn't work.) The responsibility for ensuring that Jemma's English Garden was perfect was resting completely on his unworthy shoulders.
The questions Angela asked him! Tough choices such as what flowers and trees Jemma would wish. What paving stone, what furniture… Damn it, he had no idea what color flowers she wished, but fortunately Winston had given him a clue.
The Giant Schnauzer had been caught snoozing on Jemma's lingerie, so Felix had girdled his loins, opened the drawer full of lacey unmentionables (Trying NOT to remember how traumatizing it had been last time when he had gone into that drawer. Jemma had highlighted and sticky noted a book full of sexual hints for older men, and MARY SUE had given it to her so no doubt Mary Sue had a full report on Jemma's brother-husbands) and determined what colors were in the drawer. If she wore the colors for them, then the colors must be her favorites?
Right?
Right!
Maybe.
A small snarky voice remarked on that fact that Jemma probably bought her assorted play clothes in the colors her harem liked best.
Oh Good God! He was clueless.
What the hell did he know? He bought his boxers in the colors that were on sale. Ties were different, as they needed to go with the SHIELD color regulated suits. That meant dark colors, maybe stripes, and once in a very great while he wore the Ugly Polka Dotted Tie that Victoria Hand had purchased for him.
"It's fun… it's whimsical," Angela explained. "English gardens need a sense of quirkiness. It's the British perspective."
"I thought it was keeping buggering on," protested Felix, as he was owned by one Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill Blake, Service Dog Extraordinaire. Naturally, both women ignored him.
"Felix doesn't do whimsy," fondly inserted Nikki. "He's very much by the book."
"Thanks," growled Felix. He looked at the fairy door (really, would they damage a tree to install it? He knew that Jemma would be horrified) and then he had a brilliant idea. And yes, it was fanciful and quirky yet…. useful. Fortunately, he quickly found what he wanted and there were even instructions. "No fairy door. Do this, instead. You make this, and I will paint it. What can I say, Nik? I've changed."
Nikki, the woman he once loved more than anything, gave him a very approving smile. "I'm so glad Felix is back. Jemma is a lucky woman."
"So, her conference is three weeks from now. Do you think you can make this all come together by then?" Felix questioned even as he tried not to show how much Nikki's comment had affected him.
"Yes, we can get it done."
"I'll pick up the paint," Felix announced. "Pantone 2955C."
Jemma had a conference where she and Fitz would be headlining. She was an old pro at presenting at conferences, but this was the first one since she had decided to open the Jemma Simmons Silver Foxes Preserve. She'd be leaving her boys unattended for a full ten days, and naturally she worried. Especially as tonight had been date night with Felix and he had canceled. Claimed he had to run an errand that couldn't wait, so Jemma felt… out of sorts.
"You'll keep an eye on Felix," she requested of Phil. Of all her boys, she was the only one that she trusted to keep himself unharmed while she was away. Once, due to her optimistic nature, she had given permission for her boys to enjoy a boys' weekend and it had ended with John and Felix both in cardiac arrest.
Really, that had been a traumatic experience not worth repeatedly. "He's being very quiet lately."
"I'll keep an eye on him also," offered John while Phil said nothing.
"Phil… please… not that I don't trust John but… you're the adult," Jemma pleaded to the nonresponsive Coulson. "John not so much."
"HEY!" John protested. "I resemble that remark!"
"I want you to sex him every night while I'm gone," continued Jemma. "I don't want him sleeping alone and Winston doesn't count. He's being…."
"Eeyore," Phil interrupted. "You don't have to worry, Jemma. He's fine. Felix is concentrating on a project and he's just preoccupied."
"What's he working on?" Jemma asked.
"Oh no, not getting into an argument with my brother," Phil protested. "I promise that I'll tuck him into bed, read him a bed story and give him a good night kiss every night that you're away, but I'm not confessing anything regarding Felix's current mission."
A long searching stare revealed that Phil was stone faced, which meant no further information would be forthcoming. It was best to admit (pretend) defeat and then hit the weakest link, John Garrett.
"You should know by now that I would never wish to come between you three. As long as you take care of Felix, I'll be happy. Just don't let him overwork himself into a complete collapse," Jemma murmured.
Phil, grateful for a Jemma granting him reprieve after he promised, promised, PROMISED to keep his eyes on Felix, then ran for the hills. That left Jemma with Garrett so she began the inquisition with a very soft, "I do worry about Felix. You know how he gets." Yes, she even did her best Antonio Banderas' Puss in the Boots Big Eyes.
There; it was a nice, easy pitch. Hopefully, John would swing for it even as she made her eyes bigger.
"He wants it to be perfect," John admitted. "I can't blame him."
"Then it's not Nikki related," Jemma determined. "What a relief."
Garrett's response was to sit in the couch and pull her down into his lap.
"No, there's only one person he'd work this hard for…" John informed her. "Don't say a word, because you know damn well, who is the only person for whom he'd work himself into a complete collapse. I can't believe you are jealous about Nikki. Fork has been stuck in it and been declared well done."
"I don't want him to work himself into a breakdown," protested Jemma. "Especially for me."
"Phil and I are helping him. I promise we are doing everything we can to prevent Felix from Felixing himself into an early grave. Just please, whatever the end results are, just remember how much effort he put into it. He wants to get it completed while you are at the conference so you'll be surprised when you get home. I don't know if he can pull it off."
"He cancelled date night tonight," whined Jemma. "I can be quite cross about that, can't I?"
"He is in pursuit of a very specific item for The Project. It's proving illusive, which is naturally adding more stress. Tonight, why don't you slip into that Tardis Blue lingerie of yours and greet him in his music room?" was John's helpful suggestion.
"Am I allowed in there?" murmured Jemma.
"Jemma, you are most assuredly allowed in his inner sanctum. Now go give the poor man some Jemma-time."
Finally… The illusive Pantone 2955C had been located, several gallons acquired and was now in the garage. The mission accomplished, he slipped into his music room to discover that Goldilocks … Jemma… was sleeping in his bed. Silently, he slid in next to her and he was asleep within minutes.
After Jemma was safely escorted to the airport and the plane had left (with confirmation that Jemma was onboard), the three men rolled up their sleeves and got to work. It was a long, exhausting week full of backbreaking labor as they struggled to constrain and adapt the garden according to Angela's rather grandiose ideas. The garden fought back with all its considerable might, as the three men were subjected to rose prickers, splinters and downpours.
"You look thirsty," Phil murmured as he handed Felix a drink. Felix did not look thirsty, instead he appeared to be in a state of near agony. The unsuspecting Felix gulped the drink down and then glared at Phil in true hurt as he realized that Phil had slipped him a mickey. "You bastard!"
"You kiss Jemma with that mouth?" John asked. "That's kinda spicy, Blake."
"He drugged me," protested Felix. In a futile attempt at protesting, he faced the other man who had betrayed him, "You let him! We'll never get this completed."
"Night, night pumpkin," John chortled even as Felix collapsed into a deep slumber. "Shit, how much did you slip him?"
"Not that much," admitted Phil. "I was hoping, at most, he would take it easy for the remainder of the day. I think he'll be out for the count until tomorrow morning."
"He's just so cute when he's unconscious," confessed John. "I love to watch him when he's sleeping."
Garrett's sideway glance deserved an epic head smacking, but Phil ignored him. It would upset John more.
"Seriously?" Phil protested. "I know you. You prefer him unconscious as he isn't derailing your grandiose plans."
"And who talked to Angela about the mother duck and duckling statue?" Garrett reminded Phil.
"You bought the abstract Schnauzer statue," protested Phil. "Plus the Fawkes metal statue."
"She likes Harry Potter," John reminded Phil. "Plus Winston wanted to be included. She is his mommy after all. Do you think we can get the statues placed before Sleeping Blake wakes?"
The two men looked at each other, and then at Felix. The drooling Blake was dead to the world, the Nine Realms and most of the cosmos. The look of betrayal was frozen on his face, and Phil knew that Blake would be PISSED when he woke.
Oh well, he had promised to Jemma that he'd protect Felix from himself.
"I think we can," dryly admitted Phil.
Her flight home was delayed, so she arrived home two days late. She was a bit peckish, plus in dire need of a shower when her boys welcomed her home.
"I heard you knocked 'em dead," Garrett proudly crowed even while her other boys made proud pronouncements. There was a great many hugs and kisses and it was glorious to be home once more.
"I'd love a proper bath and then bed," murmured a jetlagged Jemma.
There was a sideways look between Felix and Phil which confused Jemma.
"How about we have a spot of tea?" Garrett questioned in what quite possibly the world's worst British accent. "We can go out to the back porch. I've got it all set up for you."
He literally picked her up by her arms and dropped her on the back porch. She faced the house and she shook her head at her problem child.
"Sit down, and have some tea. Tell us about your convention," insisted John. He leaned down towards her and said in a soft whisper, "Felix would like you to sit down and have some tea. Can you do that?"
She turned and then she gasped. What once had been an unmanageable and unruly jungle, was a small and lovely English garden. It was a riotous and clashing mixture of blooms, statues…. DUCKLINGS! There was a statue that consisted of a very crooked line of ducklings following their mother. There were nooks and crannies and assorted sitting areas, begging to be explored and a trellis that would be full of roses. It was HER spot. Her very own spot where she could nurture herself and BABIES….
"What have you three done?" she whispered. Jemma wiped the tears from her eyes and then began to explore… until she stopped.
"I have a TARDIS!" she happily exclaimed. "I HAVE MY VERY OWN TARDIS!"
"Hey," Jemma whispered to Felix. It was just the three of them as John and Phil were on assignment. It was the perfect time to put her nefarious plan into motion.
Felix Blake looked up from where he was sitting and his smile was rather wistful.
"I'm good," he assured her. "I was just thinking deep thinky thoughts for the last few weeks. You know how I am. I tried really hard not to think them but I just wanted everything to be perfect for you. Even now, I'm thinking how it could have been better."
Soft, self-deprecating laugh.
Jemma sat next to Felix and she leaned towards her salt n' pepper Eeyore, who she truly adored. "I know. So, let's do something to help you stop thinking."
"I don't think that's possible," he admitted.
She held out her hand to him and gave him a sideways look. He looked at her, in that way, and she blushed. Grasping her hand, he seemed surprised when she didn't lead him to the bedroom, but instead… outside. An arched eyebrow was his only response when she led him to the spot where she planned on some serious baby making.
A very romantic picnic completed with lots of finger foods, a large chaise lounge that two people could easily share. Again, after a thorough examination of his environment did Felix look at her in that way.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?" he whispered.
His hands were busy exploring but Jemma had to be bold. Normally with Felix, she was the blissful beneficiary of his skills. He gave and gave to her, but rarely (ok: NEVER) let her take charge. While she shouldn't compare her little salt n' pepper Eeyore with Tigger (John) and Pooh (Phil), there were times when she felt uncomfortable with the pedestal that Felix had placed her. It was thrilling to be worshipped and adored, but really, she was fearful of falling.
"Let me," she insisted as she seized his wandering hands. "Let me take care of you. You gave me a TARDIS, Felix. Let me spoil you!"
"I like taking care of you," Felix insisted. This was the difficult part of her mission, as Felix was all sweetness and sincerity due to his insecurity. Unlike Phil who appreciated a healthy selfishness and John (hedonism was his middle name), Felix was … Felix. Leery of being too needy, stubborn in his refusal to admit any physical limitations; he enjoying spoiling her with presents, 'just because'. Not really; his fear of rejection was intrinsic to who he was and she understood. His gifts weren't bribes, not really, they were sincere declarations of 'Thank you for putting up with me'.
The English garden with the TARDIS shed. Oh yes, Phil and John had been heavily involved, but Felix had put the plan in motion.
"You take such wonderful care of me. Let me take care of you. I want you to stop thinking and just feel…" she informed him.
A head tilt was his only response, and she gave him her best whimsical smile. With a visible effort that was almost physically painful, he gave up control. To HER. The gesture spoke of his complete trust in her, a nonverbal declaration of how much he loved her, and her smile faded.
"I've made you unhappy," he murmured. The emotional walls were going up right in front of her and she needed to stop them from being built.
"No, no, no. You dear sweet man, you've made me very, very happy. So incredibly happy," she protested.
"Then why are you crying?" Gently, lovingly, he wiped away her tears.
"Happy tears. I will take such good care of you." Tiptoes were required in order to give him a proper snog, so she launched her attack. When they needed air and had to part, she smiled even as she caressed his face. "If you recline on the lounge it will be easier for me. I won't have to climb you like a tree."
An arched eyebrow was his response, combined with a soft look in his eyes that was reserved only for her.
He loved her.
He might not ever be able to voice it, but when he looked at her like that, there was no doubt.
"Please," she repeated. "I have such delightful plans."
Which included a baby.
Felix gave up complete control to Jemma. It took a herculean effort, but his reward was Jemma's obvious delight.
She snuggled next to him on the lounge chair and insisted on hand feeding him. Oysters interspersed with sips of a gamay from Domaine des Marransa peppered with delightful nibbles from Jemma. His seduction was… leisurely… and extremely erotic …
"I hope you left room for afters," Jemma murmured.
"Best part of the meal," was his soft rejoinder.
When he realized that she was unbuttoning his trousers, he kissed her…. Passionately. Well, it was attempted, but she placed her hands on his face… gently… and guided him so that he was once again lying supine.
"None of that… close your eyes… I told you that I was taking care of you tonight. Are you comfortable?"
"I have a slight tension…" was what he attempted to say. Instead, he inhaled when he felt her kiss him… there. "Jemma… you minx!"
She teased him until he was on the very edge.
"Time for the best part," she reminded him.
"Top," he whispered. "Tonight… top…please…"
It was the rarest gift of Felix's utter vulnerability, and Jemma was overwhelmed. "We don't have to."
"Make up your mind," Felix teased. "And quickly."
In the afterglow, Felix stroked her back. "You seem quite pleased with yourself," he rumbled.
"Guilty," Jemma admitted. Really, she was quite knackered and she was so close to falling asleep.
"Go to sleep," he whispered.
Jemma did, and she dreamed of a far too serious little girl with dark hair and light eyes.
Three weeks later, her normally steady as clockwork period was noticeable in its absence, and she decided it was time to visit Felix for a serious chat.
"I'm playing hooky for the rest of the afternoon," she informed Fitz.
"Slacker," he retorted.
Feeling the need to be childish, she stuck her tongue out at him and Fitz waved at her. "Off with you. You're so distracted today that you're no good to me."
To her surprise, Felix Blake was in a very good mood when she arrived at his office. She gave him a kiss and he swung her into his embrace. She laughed and he began to slow dance with her.
"We need to practice, as I want several dances with you at the Wedding," he reminded her.
His hand was possessively placed just so on her waist and she smiled. "Felix," she began and then stopped.
"Yes?"
"I enjoy when we have sex," she continued, even though she was blushing. "Especially that afternoon in the garden."
"So do I," he admitted. "And that afternoon was amazing. You took such good care of me. I should let you do it more often."
"Yes, you should! I really enjoy when we have sex," she stressed and he smiled one of his rare wondrous smiles. "I was just wondering… if I should fall pregnant by you, would you still wish to have sex to me even when I'm… huge…"
"No," he whispered. "I'd want to make love to you, slowly and leisurely. And if you fell pregnant by Phil or John, I'd still hope that you'd share my bed. If you were interested and felt…inclined…"
"Inclined?" she repeated.
"I wouldn't want you to feel obligated." At her look of disapproval, he continued, "I'd want to, but if you're not feeling…. Interested… I'd understand. Because you'd need to focus on taking care of yourself."
"And what about my harem? Don't you think I'd need to take care of my harem, especially my Athos?" she asked. "Porthos and Aramis aren't as difficult as you."
"I try to be low maintenance," he protested.
"You still think I don't care for you as much as I do the others," she murmured. "There's only one way I fear I will ever convince you…"
"You don't need to get a tattoo of my name," Felix assured her, a feeble attempt at deflecting her.
She laughed and leaned towards him. He stopped dancing.
"I fear how I will react," he admitted. "I might get…. Odder… I'd worry so much that I could become… difficult… You would lose your patience with me, and I would not… I…. it would be devastating to me. Especially if you and I had…"
He wiggled his fingers.
"You think …" she couldn't find the energy to protest as she only had herself to blame. She KNEW how Felix was.
"Everyone else loses their patience with me. Phil and John have…. I think it's best if I'm just the crazy uncle. If you and I… if I had upset you with my Flakey Blakiness…"
"I hate when you use that term," she protest.
"My Flakey Blakiness," he repeated. "During a time you really needed to be able to rely on me, for a time when you needed me to have my head screwed on straight, I…. I'd be so angry with myself. Angrier than I have ever been, and I've been pretty furious with me. I don't want to fail you. I don't want to pull a Nicolette."
"You wouldn't," she stated.
"I don't want to be like my parents," he admitted, which just proved how far they had come in their odd little relationship.
"No, you won't be…" she insisted.
"You think the best of me," he murmured. "I am just the luckiest man ever that you decided to put up with me."
She embraced him and he hesitated only a brief moment before he hugged her. Tightly.
"I'm glad you understand. I always worry so much and you listen to me and you're just so compassionate. We had a difficult start because of me and my myriad of issues, and … I don't want to fracture our friendship. So why did you stop by my office?" He asked.
I wanted to tell you how on that beautiful afternoon, you and I may have created a child. I thought you'd be happy. That you'd be finally reassured how deeply I care for you. I wanted you to sit next to me while I waited for the results, and I wanted you to be happy, either way.
"I wanted a hug that only Felix Blake could give me," she teased.
"No, I don't think that's the reason. I think you wanted reassurance about your Harem. Trust me, John and Phil would find you incredibly sexy and you'd have to keep a night night gun in your drawer to keep us out of your bed. So, I need to finish painting that little room then?"
She nodded.
"Did you talk to John or Phil yet?" Felix gently asked.
She shook her head and he smiled.
"You came to me first? Wow."
And Felix smiled again.
"Felix," she protested.
"It means a lot to me, Jemma. That you were comfortable talking to me about your fears and concerns and I hope I've reassured you. Now, you just tell me when to hang back," he requested. "Or maybe I could go away for a few days and take John on a bike ride. Phil's an adult and with John, you'd have two kids. Figure out your calendar and just let me know."
He hugged her again and kissed her on her cheek. "You'll be an absolutely amazing mum. Have you eaten lunch? You look pale, so I think you didn't."
"I haven't," she admitted.
"There's a new Indian place. They say it's very good, shall we?" Felix asked.
During his lunch with Jemma, when she went to the ladies' room, he pulled up his personal calendar and cross checked some dates for a possible date for his roadtrip with John based on the little he knew about Jemma's personal schedule. But something wasn't adding up, because she should have…. last week… and her schedule (The little he knew of it) was twenty nine days, so he counted.
And counted again.
Recounted and then he carefully and deliberately counted fourteen days after her last period started. John and Phil had been in DC, and … there had been the afternoon…. In the garden.
"I enjoy when we have sex," she continued, even though she was blushing. "Especially that afternoon in the garden."
"So do I," he admitted. "And that afternoon was amazing. You took such good care of me. I should let you do it more often."
"Yes, you should! I really enjoy when we have sex," she stressed and he smiled one of his rare wondrous smiles. "I was just wondering… if I should fall pregnant by you, would you still wish to have sex to me even when I'm… huge…"
Fuckity, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck fuck. She had been trying to tell him and… he had told her how much he feared being a father.
He called his office, informed Skye that he was taking off for the rest of the afternoon and he waited for Jemma to return. She returned, and he stood in order to help her with her coat.
"Do you think you can play hooky for the afternoon?" Felix asked. "I'd like to spend some time with you."
Her smile brightened her pale face, but it didn't hide the sadness in her eyes.
The three of them walked in the park, even Winston picked up on the fact that Jemma was being far too quiet, when Felix decided he needed to address the issue. Her coat was open, so he had ceased walking. When she stopped, he deliberately put his hand over her waist.
"When I start talking stupid, you need to tell me to shut the fuck up," he softly explained. His voice was shaky as he struggled to give voice to what he felt. "Jemma Elizabeth Simmons, are we having a… baby?"
