Skye POV
Skye's mouth hung open. Baby? She wrote. "So you didn't know." Coulson said. "The guy that raped her also go her pregnant." Skye stared at him in disbelief. May was a mother? He continued. "She told no one, but asked for personal leave for a year."
Coulson paused and said, "I can't believe that no one suspected, even when they found that her parents had no idea she was leaving." He took a breath and continued. "She had a daughter and gave her up for adoption." Skye couldn't believe what he was saying. May had a daughter that she'd given up for adoption!
Why are you telling me this? She asked. Coulson replied, "So you can help find her." He told her the name of the orphanage, exactly when she'd been given up, and described the baby as best as he could. She wrote it all down. Skye wrote, I will try to find her, but I am currently trying to frost a cake. Coulson's eyebrows raised. "A cake." It's Bobbie's Birthday. His eyebrows looked they were going to escape from his forehead.
As soon as the cake is done. Skye promised. I will do my best to find May's daughter. A large, warm smile spread itself over Coulson's face. "Thank you Skye!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, giving her a hug. Skye smiled, but inside she knew what this girl had gone through. She'd grown up in foster care. She hoped that this girl had gotten adopted by a nice family.
Coulson left and Skye returned to the kitchen. To her surprise, Violet had finished the cakes and had just stacked them on top of the other. "Can you frost the words?" She asked. "My handwriting is sloppy." Skye smiled and slowly and carefully frosted the words: Happy Birthday, Bobbie!