They're laying in bed, just about ready to turn off the lights, Ward working on paperwork from his latest mission, left arm wrapped around his wife's shoulders, and Jemma reading over a paper from a colleague when it happens for the first time.

"Ohhh," Jemma breathes, sitting up.

Ward looks up at her in concern. "Are you ok?"

She reaches for his hand and pulls it to her belly. "Grant, you have to feel this."

She smiles, taking in the look of awe on his face as their baby kicks against his hand.

"That's our baby," he whispers.

"Yes, it is."

He looks up at her, a goofy grin on his face, and so much love in his eyes. She leans over to kiss him with a happy loving smile of her own, their hands still together resting on her belly. He pulls her closer and kisses her deeper.

The kicking intensifies.

They both laugh and pull apart.

"Someone's jealous," Grant says, leaning down to kiss Jemma's belly. "Don't worry, little one. Daddy loves you, too."

-and they lived happily ever after-

-and no one was hydra ever-