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Hey, guys! Sorry about the short length of these latest chapters, but it's drawing to a close now, so...

I'm planning a sequel to this fan fiction, but nothing's solid yet. It will be detailing more into Grant's past as Skye deals with her pregnancy.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Skye

Okay.

Let's just pause for a moment to let my brain catch up.

"Pregnant?" I blurt out. "How can I be pregnant?"

Simmons looks at me.

"Do you need me to explain how people get pregnant, Skye? Because I'm not really comfortable with that-"

"No, Jemma!" I shake my head. Pregnant, me?

"How far along am I?" I ask urgently, trying to keep my voice down.

"Around 8 weeks, so nothing's concrete right now-" Simmons starts, but I cut her off, mentally counting the weeks in my head.

"Oh, god." I say, suddenly feeling faint. The door opens and Grant peeks out, dressed.

"Skye, you alright?" He asks. I glance at him and freeze. If I'm pregnant, then he's the father. Oh, god.

"I need the bathroom." I dart past him and go to the bathroom, where I'm violetly sick. Simmons follows me and holds my hair from my face.

"Shhh, now Skye." She soothes, rubbing my back. "There are options-" I sit up suddenly, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

"Options?" I hiss. "There's no way I'm killing my baby, Simmons. And I won't abandon it like my parents did with me."

Simmons nods.

"Then you'll have to tell Ward. And then Coulson. Who will have to tell his higher ups so that we can discuss how to handle this." She tells me. "Since Ward's an agent, and will still have to serve S.H.I.E.L.D after his medical time off stops."

"So now I have to tell him." I say.

Later, I sit Grant down opposite me and hold his hands in mine. Grant looks at me.

"What did you want to tell me, Skye?" He asks, looking concerned. I look down and try and steady myself. I take a deep breath.

"Okay, Grant." I say, trying to keep breathing.

C'mon, Skye. You can do this.

"Simmons ran some tests on me because I was late a couple of times." I say. "But we thought it might be because of the grief of losing you. But it turns out..." I gulp. "That I'm pregnant."

Grant stares at me.

"Pregnant?" He asks. I nod.

"Okay." Grant breathes out heavily. "You're pregnant. Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I'm keeping it whatever you say, Grant. I won't abandon my baby like my parents did to me." I say, narrowing my eyes.

Grant holds onto my hands tighter.

"Skye, I'm okay with us raising the baby, if that's what you want. Of course, we'll have to discuss it with the higher ups, but whatever they say, I'm with you, all the way."

I sigh in relief.

"Thank god I'm not doing this alone."

And then we kiss, both of our hands resting on my stomach.

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