Here is my first Fitzsimmons Drabble :)

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Song that inspired: Shape of you by Ed Sheeran

Early morning conversations and monkeys

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Jemma wakes up to the smell of bacon, but upon glancing to the clock at her bedside, she realizes it's far too early for breakfast. Reaching her hand out, her palm runs over cold sheets, prompting a groan from her lips before she pushes herself up and off the bed.

Rubbing the grit from her eyes, she follows the soft tune of Shape of You coming from the kitchen and sees her husband at the stove, oblivious to her presence. Pushing herself up onto the counter, the bare skin of her legs break out in goosebumps at the chilled marble.

"Fitz," Jemma begins, startling him as he spins around, spatula in hand. She folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. "It's two in the morning."

Fitz grins before turning back to his food, clicking the volume from his phone down as he shrugs. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry." Jemma quips, though her tone has softened to tender bemusement.

Tilting her head, her gaze turns to the bread stacked with cheese on a nearby plate, an assortment of condiments beside it. Without meaning to, her mouth waters and she succumbs to the smells and sights of the food presentation he has on display.

Fitz catches her wandering eyes and smirks at her, angling his head so he catches her gaze. "You want one?"

Jemma bites her lip as her stomach answers for her in a loud growl. She blushes slightly and rubs her hands over her thighs before tugging at her shirt. "Yes, please."

In two steps, he's in front of her, capturing her a small kiss before moving back to get her a plate. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he begins to explain his actions before she can even ask. "I couldn't sleep."

Sliding off the counter, Jemma moves behind him and wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him tight while relishing in the deep exhale he gives.

"Another nightmare?" she questions quietly, moving her palms against the toned planes of his chest. She knows the gesture is soothing, so she lets her hands wander.

When Fitz answers, his voice drops, but only slightly. "It's nothing—"

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?" Jemma says, pressing her cheek against his back and kissing his shoulder blade.

"You can't even see me, I'm pretty sure it's scientifically impossible to tell if someone's lying." Fitz retorts with a snort, turning around so his arms encase her in an embrace.

"Doesn't matter about that." Jemma shakes her head, bringing her hands up to his shoulder blades. "You do this thing—"

"Oh yeah?" he interrupts in amusement, raising a brow as his lips press against her forehead. "I do a thing?"

Jemma flicks his shoulder at his tone and turns her chin up. "Yes," she continues, "you do a thing,"

"And what actions, pray tell, give away my deception?" he deflects teasingly.

"Well—", Jemma begins before cutting herself off with a sharp gasp. Her hand immediately goes to her stomach, quickly followed by Fitz's as he pushes hers away, his bright blue eyes wide and panicked.

"What? What is it?" he questions, pushing her shirt up over her bump. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah—yeah, Fitz, I'm fine." Jemma exhales with a slow smile as she cups his cheek to redirect his attention back to her face. "She's just awake now, too."

The baby inside her, their daughter—awakened by Fitz's voice, she's sure.

But Fitz frowns as she witnesses the ragged breath he gives in response, as well as the lick to his lips and pinch of his brows. Her hands move to rub at his shoulders, trying to ease the tension there. Everything in his stance contradicts the calm façade he's trying to portray on his features, but Jemma's not fooled.

"Hey, look at me." she whispers, moving her hands up to cradle his cheeks.

After a hesitant moment, Fitz obeys, lifting his gaze back to her own. His eyes, deep and turmoiled, though clouded slightly by insecurity, are filled with the deepest abundance of love. So much, in fact, she feels it tangible enough to blanket her entirely. Her thumb drags over his bottom lip before she speaks again, "Fitz".

"Jemma, don't—" he looks away, mouth deepening into a grimace.

"You're not your father." Jemma interrupts sternly before he can reply, "You're not Hydra. We are us. Fitzsimmons. Forever. You told me that before, remember?"

She watches him swallow thickly before he gives one curt nod. When he answers, his voice cracks, almost inaudibly. "Yeah…"

"You are Leopold Fitz, moderne Day genius." She continues, grabbing his hand to place over her swollen belly. "You're going to be an amazing dad, Fitz. You already are." She emphasizes, pressing his palm firmer against her stomach.

His eyes dart across her face before he leans down to capture her in a soft kiss, splaying his fingers out against her skin as he sighs into her mouth. "I love you."

"I—"

Jemma's words are cut off as the fire alarm blares above them, ruining the tender moment.

Fitz snaps away from her before spinning to the burning bacon. His fingers dart to switch the stove off before swiping at the smoke they'd been too distracted with each other to notice. Jemma grabs a cookie sheet from one of the cupboards and opens the patio door before helping sweep the smoke out.

Fitz grabs a stool to help her click the alarm off, Jemma watches him from the patio door, a burst of giggles bubbles out of her. "Oh my god…" she laughs, placing the cookie sheet on the counter. "Our neighbors probably hate us."

"What? They can have obnoxious sex during all hours of the night but I can't make a sandwich?" Fitz grunts jokingly, pushing the pan of burnt bacon off the stove.

"That'll be a great counter argument when they put in a complaint with the baby." She quips, picking at a piece of the charred meat before sticking it in her mouth as she thinks of their apartment manager. "Maybe Skye can help us come up with a bribe."

"Or you can just smile at him." Fitz offers with a shrug, swiping her hand away from the pan. "Bat those pretty lashes and we're scot-free."

"Fitz," Jemma smiles flirtatiously at him, wrapping her arms around his neck while dramatically batting her lashes. "You think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're nuts." Fitz retorts with a snort before pressing a kiss to her nose and then down to her lips.

"Hm, true." Jemma smiles against his mouth before pushing at his chest. "Now make me a sandwich."

"You know what we need?" Fitz says as he turns the pan back on.

"What?" Jemma asks, wiping the surface next to him.

"Well, a monkey would be he-" Fitz started but Jemma cuts him off.

"Oh Fitz", she sighs trying to hide her grin.

"Let's just stick to the baby first", she says, patting him on the shoulder.

"When the baby gets older", Fitz mutters. Jemma turns to face him.

"If I didn't love you Leopold", Jemma jokes. Fitz laughs, shaking his head.

"You know I hate that name", he says. Jemma smiles wickedly.

"Me and your mum beg to differ", she replies. Fitz turns to face her, his eyes narrowed.

"Simmons", he warns, trying not to grin.

"You're lucky your pregnant or by now I would have tackled you", he replies. Jemma laughs.

"Alright, I won't. Now where's my food?" She asks. Fitz steps closer to her, his hair slightly messy and blue eyes wide.

"I'm serious Jem, I don't know what I'd do without you", he says sincerely. Jemma puts a hand to his face.

"Lucky you won't ever have to find out", she whispers. Fitz smiles and kisses her, trying to tell her how much he loves her through his kisses. Jemma pulls away.

"Keep an eye of that pan, let's not repeat what happened ten minutes ago", Jemma says. Fitz sighs and turns back to making the early morning snack. They both knew how much they loved one another. They knew they were better together than apart.

They were Fitzsimmons. And all they needed now was their little girl.

And possibly a monkey.

The end

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