so um...so I got inspired to do this by another story in another fandom. every chapter is a different one-shot based off a prompt from tumblr's "100 ways to say I love you" list. these are all unconnected, unless I specifically say at the start of the chapter that they aren't

"I can't promise that I will finish this, but I promise that I'm going to try. as of right now, I intend to write all 100 of these one-shots. no idea when they'll all be posted. they will vary in length, and some might be really short. they won't be in the order that they are on the original list. obviously, they're all Quintis.

17 - "Watch your step."

"Toby, did I not tell you to be careful?"

"It's a little difficult when I feel like the cyclops after he encountered Odysseus, darlin'."

"Toby."

Huffing, Toby frowned. But he continued letting her lead the way. His voice lightened. "I trust you with my life, Hap, but I don't trust my big clown feet." He rubbed at the blindfold.

"If you listen to me, you won't crash." She pulled at his hand with a different angle as they made a left, down the hallway, he presumed. He had a suspicion of what this was all about, and if they were going this way, it helped prove his theory correct.

"Who said I wasn't listening?"

Happy tugged on his hand, gliding her wedding ring over several of his knuckles. "Watch your step, doc."

He was careful. After a second, he asked, "When I take this off, am I gonna see a sexy pharmacist?"

"No," Happy answered, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

"Sexy scientist, then?" He lowered his voice. "I bet she could make my rocket take flight."

"Scientist, huh?" She sounded interested.

"Yeah." Toby scratched his scruff. "I borrowed an extra lab coat from the back of Flo's storage closet. I don't think she'll miss it. It's in the truck."

Happy warned Toby that they were coming to a stop, and when he halted, so did she. "Okay. Three steps forward." He obeyed. Happy proceeded to stretch on her toes and untie the blindfold, dropping it into her hands.

Toby opened his eyes to their spare bedroom. Well, their spare bedroom that didn't look like their spare bedroom at all.

His theory was right. But he didn't show it.

The once white walls were now a pink hue, the paint color they'd decided on weeks ago but never got around to putting up. A wet paintbrush sat in the full tray against the right wall. Despite the distance, he could smell it.

There was no tape, because, like Happy reminded him when they first bought the paint, she was smart enough not to need it. She wouldn't make a mistake like that. But, there was protective sheets covering the floor, several fresh with rose splotches. While she was efficient, she was also messy.

What really caught Toby's attention was a crib in the corner, masterfully designed by the world's best mechanic herself. Obviously, it didn't resemble the one from the false pregnancy. Though, it had its similarities.

Toby turned to her, grinning at the twinkle in her eyes. He gestured to the crib. "Is this the late night project you kept refusing to spill the beans about?"

Happy nodded. "Surprise."

"Oh, Happy…"

She pressed her lips together. "Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No," he pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms over her shoulders, "no, no no. Don't apologize. This is...Happy, this is amazing."

She breathed a sigh of relief into him as she buried her face against his chest. Toby kissed her head, over and over, then pressed a tender hand to the bump that would take over this room in seven months.