"What did I tell you about wearing my clothes?"
whispered a visibly tired Phil as he slipped under the covers next to a sleeping Melinda.
Five months had passed since the last time, five months he had been away on a mission with FitzSimmons.
He moved closer to the woman, his arms gently wrapping around his Captain America shirt that she was wearing.
Melinda, who had woken up the very second he had entered the room, would have paid anything to see his face as he did so.
It took him only a few seconds to realize that their hug required now much more space.
His heart stopped. He blinked, gasped, then smiled and rested his hand on Melinda's belly, a single, happy tear coming down his cheek.
Melinda put her hand upon his and said: "I'm sorry for wearing your clothes. They're the only ones that fit now."
So guys, it's just a cute thing I had in mind and decided to put into words. Should I make any more flash fic like this? Do I go back to my roots and write longer chapters? Let me know!