You're nervous as hell.
And you don't get nervous.
Your doctors decided it was better not to move you for the moment; the baby was strong enough to bring down in his bed.
She reassures you that he completely healthy; you can't stop yourself worrying that if you had done something differently he wouldn't have come so early.
She tells you that you could have done something differently and it could have been a lot worse.
You see her face light up when the nurse wheels him in; he's wrapped in a blanket with a beanie on that is covered in arrows.
Clint's first present.
There's a stuffed zebra sitting in the corner; you hear your wife tell you that he needed company when she couldn't be there.
He is a lot smaller than your first child; he yawns when he is handed to you and cuddles in closer.
You try to control yourself; the tears are hard to keep locked away.
You almost lost this little person in your arms; you couldn't bare the thought of anything happening to either of your children.
There is the patter of new shoes barely worn and the call for his mama; both you and your wife light up at the sight of your first born.
He meets his little brother; gently, he pats his brother on the arm in that awkward eighteen month old fashion.
One by one everyone comes in; Phil and Clint both smiling proudly, Thor confused about the purpose of his tie but grinning nonetheless, May and Fitz shuffle in a little awkwardly, Tony and a visible Pepper follow with gentle smiles, you don't fail to notice the handhold between Skye and Jemma.
Your bottom lip trembles; you thank them because you're not sure how either one of you would manage.
You tell them that they are all family; this is coming from the Ice Queen herself.
You are silenced by a small cry from your arms; everyone cranes their necks to get a look.
You're Maria Hill and you're never giving this up; you have a wonderful wife and two beautiful children and an amazing village of a family.
Out of nowhere gifts are produced and you ask what this is; you're met with a blank look from the youngest of the group telling you that it's the baby shower you never got to have.
She trails off halfway through a sentence, obviously looking for a name.
You tell her; your wife winks at you and tickles Theo.
You introduce them to Noah Daniel Hill.