Jemma was cooking when her phone received the message. She stopped stirring for a moment to examine it, and her heart leapt at the sight.

It was a picture from Alya. A picture of little baby Deke (the two of them had taken to referring to him as 'baby Deke' since it was a cute nickname and also helped to distinguish him in their minds). He was lying in his cot wearing nothing but his nappy.

Now that would be an adorable picture in itself, however what made it special was the huge, wet, toothless grin he had on his face. Green eyes shone up at her and Jemma pressed her phone close to her heart.

She looked at the phone for a few more seconds before rushing towards the garage to show her husband.

A few months ago, Fitz had told her that he was going to get back into engineering and had planned a secret project that he was going to work on in their garage/lab. Jemma hadn't protested, he deserved privacy if he wanted it, but that didn't stop her feeling the tiniest bit anxious about it. She trusted him with her life, of course, but he'd look at her with raw, cold determination whenever she'd bring it up.

He'd even installed a doorbell onto the garage door, and that's what she used to alert him of her presence in that moment.

He opened the door gruffly, covered in sweat. "What?"

Jemma tried not to react harshly towards his unpleasant greeting. So, instead, she wordlessly shoved her phone into his face.

Fitz looked at the photo for a few seconds, his grumpy expression slowly morphing into one of affection. "That had better not be photoshopped."

To Jemma, Fitz's feelings towards baby Deke had started to resemble those of big Deke's. She thinks that he was doing it on purpose.

She shook her head. "I don't think anyone could photoshop this smile."

All of a sudden, Fitz jerked upwards and grimaced. "Send that to me." He said, before disappearing back into the garage.

Jemma did so, and also sent a copy to the printer. Baby Deke's first smile would be one of many treasures that she would keep.

She'd already emptied another drawer to prepare.

Fitz was eating breakfast when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered it jovially.

"Hello?"

"Dad! Dad guess what?!" Alya shrieked through the phone, almost deafening him. He put the phone on speaker mode and gently set it on the dining table.

"What, princess?"

"Just listen to this!" There was some shuffling on the other end, and Fitz could make out Owen making some stupid noises in the background. He was about to sigh at his son-in-law's antics when another faint noise came through.

A tiny little giggle. Fitz's heart stopped.

"Did you hear?" Alya asked excitedly, and Fitz had to compose himself before answering.

"I did! I heard that! What's he laughing at?"

"Owen." Alya laughed herself. "I made a video which I'll send to you guys in a sec, but-"

She was cut off by a loud guffaw. Or, at least, the baby-equivalent of a guffaw.

Both the parents and the grandparent were rendered silent. Fitz was the first one to break the silence by tilting his head upwards and screaming:

"JEMMA!"