Jemma and Coulson had been present when Skye woke up three days later, but Ward didn't care. He was thankful that Jemma remembered his wish to be the first one that Skye saw or heard, and after a brief panic upon seeing her eyes open, Jemma turned around and hissed at Coulson to 'shush, and let Ward and Skye be.' She then promptly pushed a very flustered and somewhat annoyed Phil Coulson outside. Ward knew they were on the other side of the glass door, but he had eyes only for Skye.
She was blinking up at him wearily, fighting through the daze. "Ward?" she said his name weakly, but he'd never been happier to hear her voice.
He nodded, barely stopping himself from answering," Yeah, it's me." But then he reminded himself that he wanted to tell her something else first. One of his large hands came up and cupped her cheek, and he was smitten to see her lean into his touch with a half smile. "Skye," he spoke, his voice no more than a whisper," There's something I need to tell you."
She looked up at him in confusion and Ward really hoped she understood him. He didn't exactly know how long it took a person waking up from a coma to be truly aware of their surroundings. But as if in answer to his worry, she reached up with her own hand and wrapped it gently around his own. "I'm listening," she told him the same time she tucked his hand in the crook of her neck, hugging it lightly to her body.
Ward took a deep breath,' Now or never,'then plunged right in," I love you."
There was a distinct strangled "gyuh!" sound from the doorway, where Coulson might've had a mini heart attack. Then came Jemma's "Aww!"
And Skye… perfect, amazing, wonderful Skye just smiled up at him with that teasing look in her eyes that made him all gooey inside every time and just said," Kiss me and prove it."
So he did.