Drabble 31: Lucky

A/N: Hey guys! So this is another Fitz family fic. In it, Fitz and Simmons still work at S.H.I.E.L.D., but aren't on Coulson's team anymore. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been successfully rebuilt, and the members of the team are still considered a team, but have their own separate roles. Just thought you'd like to know the background I thought up! Anyway, I hope you like it, and please leave me a review!

Fitz walked into the house later than usual, briefcase in hand. It had been a very intensive day, and he was thankful it was over. Another week was gone, and now he could look forward to a weekend with his family. He was bombarded as soon as he walked through the door, a small body crashing into him and wrapping arms around his middle.

"Daddy!"

Fitz laughed and set down his briefcase, looking down to see his little girl beaming up at him, her dark blue eyes slightly hidden behind bouncy brown curls. "Aren't you going to let me even take off my coat?" He asked.

"Well… I guess you can do that."

He smiled and did as he'd said after she stepped back, hanging his jacket up on a hook by the door and taking off his shoes. Then he moved down to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. "Oh! I missed you sweetheart." He leaned back and looked at her. "That was just what I needed. Did you have a good day at school?"

"It was great! I told the teacher what you've been teaching me."

"And what did she say?"

"She said to focus more on what she was teaching."

Fitz looked up from his daughter's face when he heard Jemma and smiled.

"That is what she said." His daughter said sheepishly.

"Aw, don't mind that. I love our experiments." He told her, bopping her on the nose. She was his little girl, and insisted on doing almost everything with him. Of course he almost always let her.

"Anna, did you even let your father get past the door? Honestly, he's just gotten home."

Anna sighed and walked over to her mother. "Fine."

Fitz chuckled. "She's fine, Jem." He stood up and walked over to his wife, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Gross." Anna said. "I'll come back later." She walked out of the room.

When she was gone Jemma smiled and leaned closer to him. "Thought she'd never leave." She brought her lips to his in a soft but passionate kiss, and he felt himself sink into her, momentarily forgetting how tired he felt.

"How's the little one doing?" he asked.

"He's feeling much better." She said. "He's on the couch now, if you want to go see him. He's reading, so he can't be feeling that badly."

Fitz nodded. "So you'll be back at work with me on Monday?"

She smiled. "Unless another kid gets sick."

"Then I'll keep them healthy." He said. "I had to do reports today, and review and file our old cases from Coulson's team."

"But that must have been fun!" she said. "It's been awhile."

His lip curved up reluctantly. "Maybe a bit. But it would have been better if you were there."

She touched his arm in a sentimental gesture, and he felt proud of his statement. It was true of course, but it also sounded good. Then she said "Of course it would have."

He tightened his lips while she laughed and nodded to himself. "I'll be going to the living room, then."

He walked down the entrance way and into the living room, and smiled when he saw his son. Benji was almost completely covered in a blanket, just two hands and a head poking out as he held a book open. Fitz noted with amusement that it was the first Harry Potter book. Obviously Jemma had introduced it to him. He was completely absorbed in it, and Fitz took a minute to just look at him. When they had woken up that morning Benji had a fever, so Jemma had decided it was her turn to stay home to take care of him. He had stayed home last time one was sick. Fitz could see now that his son was feeling much better. His face wasn't flushed anymore, and his brown eyes had a sparkle in them, which they had lacked earlier. He sat down next to him and placed a gentle hand on the boy's leg, trying not to startle him.

Benji looked up and closed his book, breaking into a smile. "Daddy!"

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel great, but mum won't let me do much. She says I still need rest. Can I do stuff tomorrow?"

Fitz placed a hand on the child's forehead and felt for a temperature. "Cool as a cucumber." He said with a smile. "That's what I like to see." He leaned back to look at his son again, considering what the child had asked. He looked much better, but still a bit pale, the freckles spattered across his cheeks more apparent than usual, and there were marks under his eyes from lack of restorative sleep. "Mum's right, Benji. If you try to do too much tonight you might get sick again, and then what would happen to our weekend?"

"I forgot it was the weekend!" Benji cried happily.

"Yeah." Fitz said. "And I have something special planned for us tomorrow, so rest up, okay?" He ruffled Benji's reddish brown hair affectionately, and the little boy smiled, leaning over to give his father a hug.

"Okay. Can you read to me later?"

Fitz stood up. "Of course. Do you know where your brother is?"

"He's doing homework in the dining room."

"Thanks bud."

Fitz left his youngest as absorbed in his book as when he had first entered and moved to the kitchen and dining area. That boy read books as if it was his job. He took to it like no one Fitz had ever seen before, and he was only five. He definitely had his mother's brain.

It was really one room, but they called it by two separate names. It seemed to make more sense that way, cooking in one place and eating in another. Jemma was just finishing making dinner, and Fitz grabbed the stack of five plates she had set out and started laying them out on the table.

"Andrew, how was your day?" he asked the boy already seated at the table.

Andrew looked up from under that mop of curly brown hair and gave him a sidelong smile. "Hey dad. It was good. Just give me one minute okay? I'm almost done with this assignment."

Fitz looked at Jemma and raised an eyebrow. That was encouraging. Andrew didn't like bookwork that much, preferring to work with his hands. Maybe he was starting to learn to like it.

"Alright." Andrew said, laying down his pencil. "That's done." He put the assignment paper in a folder and moved it off of the table, then sat down and looked at his father. "We had to write poems. It kind of sucked."

And there went Fitz's theory. But he couldn't keep from smiling. "So obviously that wasn't your favorite assignment," he said, "but are you doing anything interesting in school?"

Andrew grinned, evidently pleased with the question. He was the child who waited to be asked questions instead of volunteering an abundance of answers. He was always truthful, but definitely the most private of the Fitz children. "We started 'harder' multiplication and division in math. I'm way ahead of the other kids."

"Of course you are." Jemma said reasonably. "We've been teaching you math since you started kindergarten."

"Yeah, but still. I like it."

Fitz felt that familiar pride in his son well up inside him. Maybe he didn't like bookwork, but he wasn't bad at it. And he was great with his hands; almost intuitive. Fitz hoped someday maybe he would follow in his footsteps, and become an engineer.

"Dinner!" Jemma called out. She looked at Fitz. "I know I said I'd never do that, but it isso much faster than retrieving them one at a time."

He chuckled and rubbed her arm. "I know." He watched as his kids entered and did their dinnertime jobs, something they did every Friday, if not every day. Andrew got up and brought them all silverware, Anna set out glasses (plastic), and Benji gave everyone a napkin. Then they sat in their seats quietly, talking to each other.

"We really are lucky." He whispered to Jemma.

"Yes," she said just as softly, smiling, "we are."

"Can we eat now?" Benji asked loudly.

Fitz sighed. "It was peaceful for one moment."

"What else would you expect from your kids?"

"So now they're my kids?" he asked playfully.

Jemma started putting food on the plates. "I'll tell you in a few minutes. It depends on their behavior."

A/N: If you were wondering, Andrew is eight, Anna is six, and Benji (Benjamin) is five. This drabble will be continued (the weekend activity Fitz talked about)! Tell me anything you want to see happen!