Prompt - Maybe it's too late.

Daisy watched as Melinda stared in aghast at Coulson as he stood in the kitchen having just thrown a cup of flour on her. Daisy laughed and was immediately given a dirty look from her S.O. Coulson looked over at her and seemed to be in shock as his gaze moved back to take in Melinda.

"Oh. Hey Melinda. I so didn't mean that. It kind of just happened."

Melinda shook her head as flour flew from her hair and face, her expression what one might call dangerous. "It kind of just happened," she squeaked out, her voice rising several octaves higher than Daisy ever had heard.

The three were making dinner for the team, Daisy's idea. Of course, Phil was doing most of the cooking, making fried chicken while Melinda was cutting vegetables for the salad and Daisy had cleaned the sweet and white potatoes and was baking them in the oven.

"Well you weren't supposed to be there Mel. I was aiming for the trash and you got in the way."

"I got in the way?" Her voice was indignant. "I've been standing here for twenty -five minutes Phil." She continued to shake out flour from her hair and face.

Phil walked over and brushed some of the wayward flour from her hair and then his fingers lingered over her face as he wiped off few smudges that had caked onto her nose and chin.

Daisy watched as her two favorite people flirted with that thing they do with their eyes. She's called it eye sex a few times when talking with Jemma and Fitz. Fitz immediately turns red and gets flustered whenever Daisy talks about May and Coulson that way. Jemma usually agrees with her. "So maybe you two should get a room?"

Phil pulled his hand away and jumped back while Melinda scowled at Daisy.

"What? It's obvious. Least it is to everyone but you two apparently." Both ignored her comment.

"I'm – I'm – I'm gonna check the chicken."

"I need to put on a new top. Daisy cut up the cucumbers. Everything else is done. I'll be back in a few."

Daisy shook her head in frustration. These two were hopeless. It was obvious they cared deeply for each other, and lately Daisy had noticed a shift in their relationship. They were closer and seemed more intimate their touches and words. She started cutting the cucumbers and watched Coulson as he stuck the cheese biscuits into the over to bake.

"What are you doing AC?"

He looked over at her. "Um... making the biscuits. Everyone will be here in a few minutes. The chicken's about done, the potatoes are done and you're finishing up with the salad."

She rolled her eyes at him. "No AC. I mean what are you doing? You know with Melinda?"

"What do you mean? Nothing. I'm not doing anything."

"Well obviously. But why not? I mean you should, is all I'm saying."

Phil busied himself with getting the food plated and told Daisy to set the table.

"That was fantastic Sir." Fitz leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

Jemma chimed in. "Yes, particularly dessert."

"Well you can thank May for that."

"Six confused and somewhat worried faces looked at him."

Bobbi was the brave one who spoke up. "May made the dessert?"

Six sets of eyes swiveled to watch May's response.

"No. I just suggested he make it."

"Ah that makes sense."

"Yeah good."

"I was a bit worried there for a second."

"Who else was thinking food poisoning?"

"She's not that bad Daisy."

"She burnt my grilled cheese Jems."

"Hey!" Melinda was gazing at them all with her death stare.

The others all look chastised, Phil grinned, and Daisy just laughed while she shook her head.

Mack spoke up then. "Have you ever considered learning how to cook May. I mean I could teach you."

Phil guffawed as Melinda threw both a glare and her napkin at him.

"I've heard from reliable sources that Melinda nearly burned down her dorm room once. And her house."

At the last comment, Melinda shot Daisy a dirty look and spoke up. "You know I can take you out, right?"

"Oh please. I'm not scared of you. Anyways, your mom told me. She won't let you in the kitchen either. She said I show promise though. And hey I didn't burn the potatoes, did I?"

"But Daisy, last time you tried to bake cookies you set off every alarm on the base," Jemma chimed in.

"Yeah it wasn't pretty." Fitz nodded slowly.

"Well like mother, like daughter."

Everyone got extremely quiet at Hunter's comment. Phil held his breathe as he looked over at Melinda. She was frozen in place and looking at Daisy. Daisy's small laugh didn't fully cover over the apprehension on her face.

After a few beats, Melinda shrugged. "Too bad she doesn't mind her own business like I do instead. That would be something to celebrate."

Phil laughed and nodded. "It sure would be quieter round here."

"Without a doubt." Melinda smirked at Daisy.

Daisy grinned back and the rest of the table stared at May who seemed oblivious to them.

Later Melinda and Phil were cleaning up while the others were playing a rousing game of monopoly.

Phil bumped shoulders with Melinda and spoke softly. "You know she adores you Mel. You are the only mother she's ever had."

"She had JiaYing, Phil."

"Yeah whoopie. Are you forgetting that JiaYing tried to kill her."

"Of course not. I spent days in the med bay waiting for her to recover from that."

'Which is exactly what a mom would do. You can see she's okay with it. Why aren't you?"

"She's not a child anymore Phil. She's a grown woman. Maybe it's too late."

"Oh please. It's never too late to be family. To be a mom. She already thinks of you as hers. Tell me you don't see her as your daughter."

"Don't you mean our daughter?"

"Sure. Ours. She's ours as much as any kid can be. She takes after you more though."

Melinda rolled her eyes at him. "She sure has your terrible sense of humor. And your nosiness."

"Hey."

"And your geekiness. "Look at her. She's cheating so she can win at monopoly"

"That's on you. You taught her how to be sneaky and you never like to lose."

"She's pretty good. No one's caught on yet."

"Who do you think will..."

Melinda giggled as Jemma's indignant cry rang from the other room. "Daisy!

Phil leaned over and kissed her. "I love that you giggle again. And laugh. And that face, right there, that softness, I missed it." He traced his fingers gently over her face. "Daisy helped do that, and I will forever be grateful."

Melinda grabbed his collar and kissed him, pulled him flush to her body and slipping her leg around his. Maybe it was too late to have a kid, too late to have that traditional family but she did have Phil and she had Daisy and yes in every way that mattered Daisy was hers.

"Oh my God."

Melinda pulled away and looked at her daughter's face and giggled again. "Yeah about that eye sex thing. Very real. But not nearly as good as the real sex." She laughed loudly as Daisy's eyes grew very large and her face turned red." Hope we didn't wake you up the other night."

"I think you just traumatized our daughter Mel." Melinda just laughed harder as they watched Daisy run out of the room.