"Dear, how long as you planning on breastfeeding?" Olivia asked her daughter. She had been granted temporary visiting rights for when the Minister came to discuss the Christening with Jemma and Phil. William Simmons and the rest of the motley crew had not been permitted to join them.

Needless to say Phil and Felix were mentally debating their largesse as they found Olivia to be bit of a pill at best, and when in the process of planning a Christening, to be a true horror.

"For the first few months until I return back to work. I want to ensure that they get all the secretory immunoglobulin A that only I can give them," Jemma explained.

Phil discreetly thumbed his Stark Pad and then slipped it to Felix, who quickly read up on what Jemma had just mentioned.

"But your breasts, dear," Olivia stage whispered.

"Are simply gorgeous," Felix inserted while Phil happily agreed. Jemma flushed in happy embarrassment and softly murmured, 'Shhh' at him.

Olivia Simmons froze as apparently the Ugly Americans were overwhelming even the legendary British Composure.

"You'll need this," Olivia whispered. She handed Jemma a small container. "All natural for any issues you might have. Safe for babies. I found it… helpful. Bill was a bit of a latcher."

"Somehow I will never think of him the same way," Phil and Felix both thought. They were deliberately not looking at one another as they knew that they'd crack.

"Well, I need to take Sonya out," Felix stated. He didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was grateful for a reprieve. "Be back later."

"Let me talk to Sonya first," Jemma requested. "Come here, Sonya."

Olivia was still shellshocked by Jemma's husbands stating their approval of Jemma's munificent breasts, so she said not a word when Jemma patted the couch next to her. Sonya leapt onto the couch and Jemma turned towards her.

"I anticipate that you'll make your fathers and me proud by acing your exam. However, even if you mess up, I will always love you," she assured her oldest daughter. "Now go with your Dad and show the evaluators how great you are."

Sonya licked Jemma on her face and then looked at Grammy. The Staffie looked hopeful then sad, and her tail went down.

"She wants her Grammy to wish her good luck as she's taking her test," Jemma explained to Olivia. "It's a very important test as she wants to be become a therapy dog. It would mean a great deal to her."

Sonya worked the Big, Sad, Puppy Dog Eyes and Olivia Simmons caved because she did possess a heart.

"I'm sure she'll do fine," Olivia finally managed. "She's obviously a very intelligent girl. Takes after her fathers like that."

To her credit, the shellshocked Olivia had managed to find her British Resolve and keep buggering on… as now she could say the word 'FATHERS' without flinching.

Sonya perked up, wished to kiss her Grammy, decided against it and then went to Phil.

"Love you," Phil informed his four legged daughter. "When you come home, you'll have a new squeaky toy to destroy."

Felix was about to escape with his sanity intact when there was a knock on the door.

"Should be the minister," chirped Olivia.

"I'll check," offered Felix. After confirming and verifying that it was the minister at the door (Thanks to Stark Tech) he opened the door to welcome in Reverend James McAllister.

Reverend James was wearing a sharp suit, but Felix noticed the long sleeves that barely hid the one tattoo, that his left ear (while bare) had multiple piercings and he appeared to be all of twenty five years old. All in all, he appeared the very epitome of a Hip Minister.

"Hello, I'm Reverend Jim McAllister. I'm here to speak with a Jemma Simmons regarding a Christening?" He asked.

"I'm Felix, and come on in," he offered.

The minister stepped in and then his eyes lit up when he saw Sonya. The Staffie wagged her tail in friendly greeting.

Please don't submissively pee, please don't submissively pee, Felix prayed. It's one thing to do to your dick of a granddad, but to a man of God. Bad Karma!

"What a beautiful Staffie," the minister exclaimed. "May I say hello?"

"Absolutely," Felix murmured. "Her name is Sonya."

Reverend Jim crouched and approached Sonya like a true dog lover would. He petted, scratched and admired while Sonya gobbled up his admiration as though it was organic chicken strips.

"We also have a Japanese terror, and I mean, terror, by the name of Nekko. He's cute, but brainless. Sonya is the brains and the beauty of the operation," Felix explained.

"That she is, but poor girl has some scars," murmured Reverend Jim. "Rescue?"

"Found her, took her in, fixed her up, refuse to let her go," was Felix's response.

"Just moved here, so once I get settled, I'll want to adopt a dog. Miss having one, but wouldn't be fair to the dog until I got a place," was his explanation. "You're leaving? You're not involved with the Christening discussion?"

"Sonya needs to take her therapy dog certification exam. Besides Phil and Jemma need to make all the decisions. I'm just the uncle," Felix subterfuged.

Reverend Jim gave Sonya one final scratch and then he stood. "I thought you were part of the parental group?"

Felix said nothing.

"Three is a sacred number in Christianity, Felix. If you're all soulmates, then the Good Lord decided you should be soulmates. I certainly can't disagree," protested Reverend Jim. "But good luck, Sonya! Give 'em heaven."

The Christening details were quickly ironed out and Olivia left once she was reassured that it would be a Christening of which to be proud. That done, Jemma smiled at Father James. It was a bright cheerful smile that made Phil quite nervous as he was familiar with the minx.

"I wish to make this a double event. I wish a proper Bonding Ceremony with both my husbands. Felix and Phil were together before I met Phil. However, Felix's soul mark hadn't appeared yet, so he nobly stepped aside so that Phil and I could be together."

Well, that was one way of putting it, Phil thought.

"Then during the battle of New York, Phil was critically injured and died. As you see, he was revived, but he had amnesia. With all the chaos Post New York, we didn't know he was alive. Since I was pregnant, Felix stepped in… Phil returned in time for the delivery, new Soul Marks appeared which we can show you…and now we have a literal swarm of Soul Marks, and a very strong desire to Bond our family in a public ceremony. We can do both at the same time, right?"

Jemma smiled.

"I really should be discussing this with all three of you," protested the young, and hopelessly outgunned Anglican minister.

Noble, and doomed.

Sniff.

Jemma's wide, expressive eyes filled with tears.

Sniff.

"Phil, doesn't Felix want to Bond with us?" Yes, her plaintive question was completed with a quivering lip. "If he didn't have to take Sonya for her exam, he'd be right here. I mean, he married me when we thought you were … gone… He snuggles next to us in bed….You two were involved for decades…. I mean, you have my soul mark, and that is most assuredly Felix's handwriting on your inner thigh. Plus the comment is something he'd say…. If Felix was here…."

She patted the couch next to her, which had been recently vacated by Olivia Simmons.

"Felix would be…. Right here… supporting us… in our desire to make our… relationship… public… If he didn't want the best for our nephew Liam, I'd be cross… but Liam …" Copious sniffs. "He's a special boy and Sonya as a therapy dog would help him… would be beneficial."

Jemma wiped her eyes, and softly admitted, "If he wasn't so noble, I'd be tempted to thwack him…"

Reverend Jim never had a chance when faced with the Steamroller known as Jemma Simmons.

"There is a Triad Bonding Ceremony that isn't in the Book of Common Prayer. I'll research it and have it ready for you. I believe it's in The Book of Alternative Services."

Now Jemma was still sobbing, but happy tears.

"Oh, thank you, Reverend James. Once I'm feeling up to it, I'd like to check out your church. Being on bedrest for the last few months, I haven't been able to do much," Jemma admitted.

The Reverend fled, as though the very Hounds of Hell were nipping at his heels. Phil leaned back in the couch and exhaled. He most assuredly did not look at the minx next to him.

"Phil," Jemma, who had miraculously recovered from her crying jag, and now appeared confused. "Whatever is the matter?"

"Did you even talk to Felix?" Phil asked.

Jemma Simmons then turned on the Bambi Eyes, Full of Unwept Tears and Quivering Lip effect.

"Don't look at me like that," Phil protested. "You should use your powers for Good, Jemma Simmons."

"I want Felix to know that he belongs with us," she protested. "Don't you want that? I think that is for the Better Good."

"Springing it on him at the Christening might cause him to run," protested Phil. "He is a runner, Jemma."

"I'll spike him in his instep," Jemma offered. "Then you manhandle him to the altar."

"JEMMA!"

Felix had a serious conversation with Sonya, stressing how important this exam was but no matter what occurred, he was proud of her. The Staffie nodded her head, even as Pepper Potts smiled.

"She's amazing, Felix."

"She's Sonya," was all a nervous Felix would say.

"Anything I need to know before I take the exam with her? Any questions or concerns?" Pepper asked.

"How do you walk in those things?" Felix asked as he pointed at her Jimmy Choos. "Let alone run in those monstrosities? They're at least five inches."

"They're only four and half," Pepper protested.

"That half inch is so important," he snarked.

"For Tony, it is. Don't look at me like that, Tony's short," was all she said. At his continuingly arched eyebrow, she added, "Every inch helps when you're dealing with him."

The evaluator came and he was a big, brawny man, the type that Sonya formerly couldn't handle. The Staffie leaned against her Dad's leg for quiet emotional support.

"Sonya, please go with Pepper," Felix requested.

The three of them walked off with Sonya not even looking behind for him. Felix then sank in a chair, and closed his eyes. "So this is what expectant fathers feel like," was his last thought as he quickly fell into a deep, restorative sleep.

Jemma Simmons was cute but exhausting.

It was Sonya who woke him. A happy, tail wagging Sonya who was licking his face. Felix murmured a protest even while he regained consciousness.

"Come on, Sonya. That's an automatic DQ," he protested.

"Well, I'll excuse it as high spirits as she passed with a perfect score on her first time. She even displayed intelligent disobedience, which is something we encourage," the examiner explained. "You interested in training more dogs for us?"

"Life's busy, I'll have to pass," Felix explained.

"Shame, she's a rock steady Staffie. Didn't even let the yappy Yorkie bother her."

"Her brother is a bit of a nuisance, as he knows he's cute," explained Felix. "So, we've got the paperwork?"

"I even have the vest," Pepper happily stated. "I knew she'd pass, so I had it overnight expressed it here. She can wear it tomorrow when she works with Liam. I can't wait to meet him."

The family held a small celebration party for Sonya. She was given many scritches, a big bone and TWO squeaky toys.

It was all worth it when Liam shyly asked if Sonya could come with him to the Rose Center for Earth and Space at the American Museum of Natural History. The little boy happily spun when he was assured that Sonya could also attend.