"I do,"
"You may kiss the bride!"
And so he did.
"If you can't stand to see her giving flowers-"
"-flirting, I tell you!-"
"-to the interns, what are you going to do when she discovers boys?"
"Develop a fashionable, travel size night-night gun. Or sic May on him. Depends on how much I like him,"
"Fitz, I need to talk to you,"
"Why? Why so serious?"
"I'm pregnant."
Thud.
"So, how's baby number two doing?"
"I . . . "
"Yes?"
" . . . I believe you may have babies two and three, both doing well."
"You mean?"
"Yes, congratulations, it's twins."
"And there, it seems you have a boy . . ."
"And can you tell the other?"
"Just a moment . . ."
"A girl!"
"Don't cry, Fitz!"
"I have a right to! Our baby's graduating. And at fifteen, no less. Do you remember when she was just a day old –"
"God, now you're making me cry,"
Fitz awoke to an empty, cold bed and the cries of a tired baby.
He took a moment to gain his bearings before turning on his side. Eyelids heavy, he forced himself to focus on the dark, lone figure at the window.
Her slim body was silhouetted against the moonlight, her face tilted down to the bundle in her arms. She gently swayed, attempting to calm her daughter. The tiny being still wailed despite her mother's reassurances.
Fitz sighed; it should have been his shift. He tugged back the sheets and slipped out of bed, padding quietly to his fiance's side. Jemma didn't seem to notice until he gently placed a hand on her arm, her eyes darting to his quickly.
"It's my turn, y'know," Fitz whispered, caressing her shoulder. "You should be getting some sleep,"
Jemma shook her head stubbornly, returning her gaze to the now two-month old infant. "Maybe. But I couldn't help it."
Fitz let his eyes dart to the clock. It's just before dawn. She should be . . . oh.
"Here," he whispered softly, moving the baby from her hands and giving a small smile as their daughter quieted herself in his arms. "I'll sit up with you,"
"No, Fitz, really – it's fine," she tried to protest, but of course he would have none of it.
He single handedly pulled up their love seats, offering her a place to sit. Jemma just gave him an exasperated – though thankful – smile and sat. He took the other, cradling the baby in one arm and intertwining their fingers together across the arm of the chairs with the other.
"How's she been?"
"Fussy." Jemma sighed, relaxing into the backing of the chair. "I think she's got some bug or another."
Fitz blew out a breath. "Bloody great,"
"Fitz!" Jemma admonished.
"She's only eight weeks old, Jem."
"Still,"
"Sorry,"
Jemma nodded in response and tiredly let her head droop back into the cushion. Her hand squeezed his. "I don't know what I'd do without you,"
He smiled, squeezing back. "I know I wouldn't have made it this far in life."
They sat there for another hour, silently keeping each other company. By the time the sun began to rise, both had nodded off, but their hands were still clasped tightly together. Their little girl still slept snugly in her father's arms, bundled away in layers of embroidered cloth.
By the time Jemma's eyes fluttered open, the sun was almost halfway over the horizon. A small smile graced her lips, and she sat up slowly to rouse her fiance.
He awakened to the very first rays of golden light filtering through the hair of the woman he loved, her face still as beautiful as the day he'd first met her.
Gently, his hand untangled from hers to re-ensnare in her locks, pulling her lips down to his. She laughed against his mouth, responding eagerly. When she finally pulled back, his hand moved to her waist and pulled her down to sit at his side in the single chair. Their heads knelt against each other, eyes focusing on the outside of the window.
A small gurgle informed them that their daughter was awake, and Jemma gave a small laugh as she leaned over Fitz to pluck her from the cradle of his arm. Her wide blue eyes lit up at the sight of her mother, and Fitz gave a grin and gave her a small kiss on the top of her nest of caramel hair.
They settled her back down between the two of them and leaned back into their previous positions, curling around their most precious creation.
And for perhaps the very first time, he felt absolutely complete. There was nothing missing in that moment. He was the richest man on Earth.
"I love you, Jemma Simmons,"
"And I love you, Leo Fitz,"
Their daughter squirmed, and Jemma laughed again and ran a knuckle over her cheek.
"And you too, Elizabeth Daisy Fitz,"
And they watched the sun rise.
And that's that :) I hope you enjoyed it! This was more of an epilogue, so I apologize for the shortness :P
I'm not quite sure if this is completely finished or not. It's considered a finished work, unless you guys would like another chapter? I'm not completely closing the door on this, but I'm considering it over unless a handful of people would like more :)\
Other wise, thank you all SO MUCH for all your support! I loved writing this and seeing all your opinions on my work :) I've got a few more fics in the making, so I'll most likely be seeing you sooner than later :) I'll work on a few prompts, too, if you're kind enough to drop them by! 3
Til next time, and thank you all so much again!
