Hey Guys! Lots of Fitzsimmons feels right now!Just finished season 2! Triplett died! Can't wait to see more of skye's powers! Anyway's please review if you like it, if you hate it, etc. Anyways... Enjoy!

2:34 am. That's what the digital clock read as Skye laid motionless in bed. She had been staring at it all night. Too many thoughts filled her head. She could believe everything that had happened that day. She woke up thinking Ward was in trouble and then was convinced that he had joined Hydra again and then got a surprise proposal that apparently everyone knew about except her.
She had given up on sleeping hours ago and stayed warmly in bed with Ward but she was starting to get thirsty. She gently removed Ward's arm from around her waist and went downstairs not the kitchen to get a glass of water. Suddenly, she heard muttering coming from the lab and decided to see what all the fuss was about.
" Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh bloody hell!" She heard all the way from the lab.
" Jemma?" She said as she entered the lab.
Jemma gasped and quickly tucked a piece of paper under a folder. "Skye! What are you doing here?"
" I could ask the same for you." Skye replied suspiciously.
" Oh! You know...just doing some paper work. What about you? What brings you to my lab?

"Just went to get some water and heard some noise. Couldn't sleep. "
"I see. You must have a lot on your mind." Jemma replied and bit her lip. "I can relate."
"Jemma, is everything okay?"
" Oh yeah everything is great. Just peachy. Goodnight Skye!"
"Wait, Jemma! There's something I wanted to ask you."
"Sure! Anything."
" Will you be my maid of honor? I was gonna ask you in the morning but since we're both awake..."
"Yes! Absolutely! I'd love to!"
"That's awesome, Jem! Ward and I were thinking a wedding in late March, early April."
"Early April?" Jemma paled.
"Yeah... Simmons, you ok?"
"Yeah. It's just I can't be your maid of honor then... I've got a... Funeral."
"A funeral? Seven months from now?" Skye asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! A funeral. Poor Aunt Mildred she's got a liver... Thing. Doctors only give her exactly seven months to live."
"Simmons cut the crap! I know you're a terrible liar. So, I come on just spit out! Why can't you be my maid of honor?"

Jemma let out an exasperated sigh and went to her massive pile of papers and picked the one she had hidden just as Skye entered the room and handed it to her.
"Lab results. Jemma you know I don't do sciencey stuff."
"Just... Read it. "
"Okayy..." Skye read the lab results. "Jemma. These are your lab results?"
"Yes. Just keep reading."
Skye skimmed down the paper. She gasped.
"Call an ambulance! Your iron is a tiny bit low, Simmons. You could be anemic." She said sarcastically.
"Oh for god sakes! Just keep reading!" She started biting her fingernails.
"Fine. Fine." Skye said with a laugh. Then went completely serious.
" Oh. My. God. Jemma! You're...you're pregnant!"