"Bobo! Nana, Bobo, look at me!"

It was Deke's first time in Scotland. Technically, it was his second time, but he was barely a few months old the first time and that visit had only been brief. But Alya and Owen had put their heads together and arranged a two-week-long retreat to Inverness, where they used to live.

Her old home.

Scotland wasn't always lucky when it comes to weather, but there were a couple of days in the Summer- days that were the gems of the year. That day was one of them.

The five of them had assembled in the front garden to spend the day outside and have a picnic on the grass. Owen had kindly brought out two of the dining room chairs for Fitz and Jemma to sit on (they couldn't manage to sit on the ground anymore but didn't want to be left out) while himself and Alya sat on an old picnic blanket they'd found in one of the wardrobes.

And Deke, the little daredevil, had decided to use his time wisely and climb Jemma's prize Acer tree.

"You're doing great, sweetie!" Jemma called, squinting at her grandson's proud pose in the sunlight. From her perspective, his silhouette made him look like a superhero.

"Get down from there!" Said Fitz. "You'll fall off and break your leg and I'm not gonna make that trip to the hospital."

Deke somehow perceived that statement as a command to start jumping up and down on the branch.

Immediately, Owen jumped up and caught him before he had the chance to fall. "That's enough of that for one day, little dude."

Deke pouted. "Awww."

"Play on the ground now Deke, okay?" Alya instructed, rubbing her son's back.

"Okay."

It didn't take long for him to get over his sulk, because seconds later he was literally chasing a butterfly that had just wanted to inspect one of the many exotic flowers in the garden.

"I can't get over how big he's gotten." Jemma commented as a seemingly intrigued Deke stared into one of the large bushes that acted as a barrier around the perimeter of the front garden.

Alya smiled with pride. "Have you noticed how much better his speech is?" She asked. "Staying in year 1 has really worked out for him."

Fitz laughed softly. "His face is starting to shape up now, too. And I'll be honest, I never would have thought-"

Suddenly, there was a loud rustling sound and a robin flew out of the bush that Deke had been peering into. He jumped back, as startled as the robin, and pointed at it with wide eyes.

"What was that?" He asked curiously.

Fitz waved it off, trying to hide his annoyance at getting interrupted. "It was probably just a squirrel. Hey Deke, did you know you can find red squirrels in Scotland?"

Deke shook his head but was visibly intrigued. "Really? I didn't know. That's so cool! Are there more colours, Bobo?"

Without warning, Jemma stood up and threw a shaking hand over her mouth to muffle a cry. She went back inside the cottage as quickly as she could.

Fitz, Alya, Owen, and even Deke watched her go in shock.

It took a few moments of silence before Fitz spoke up.

"I'll go, stay here." He instructed, making his own way inside.

He found his wife hunched over the kitchen table, crying. "Jemma! Jemma, what's wrong?"

A teary-eyed Jemma looked up at him desperately. "It was him. I didn't realise it, b-but… he was Deke. Our little baby Deke." She sobbed.

Realisation began to dawn upon Fitz. A horrible, horrible realisation, but he didn't want to think about it. Not yet.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Just look at him." She tried to explain. "The way he talks, the way he acts… even his personality is exactly the same, he was-" she took a breath to try and calm herself- "he was Deke that whole time. He was our grandson. And we treated him like-"

"What are you talking about?"

Both Jemma and Fitz froze upon seeing Alya standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, but her expression was one of concern.

Jemma gulped down her tears. "Alya, I-"

"No, don't backtrack." Alya said as she walked towards them, face hardening. "I'm sick of all this secrecy. I've sneaked a look into that drawer before, so don't pretend like it doesn't exist. I just want the truth."

She circled the table and ended up facing her parents. Her parents who knew that their daughter was a genius and that she had already put two and two together. They knew there was no going back.

"So please, just tell me once and for all… who did I name my son after?"