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In the past
Fitz stared at her. His eyes were large enough to be lightbulbs and his chin nearly hit the floor. He had to be dreaming. Fitz didn't even realize that Jemma was still talking, when suddenly she shouted, "Fitz!" He jumped backwards, tripped over something, and successfully managed to fall over and knock himself out. The very loud crash wasn't quite loud enough to wake anybody up, but it was loud enough to get everyone who was already awake to rush into the lab. Jemma sighed; not only at Fitz, but also at herself for leaving that there. The only thing that could make this worse was- The girl started crying on the top of her lungs. Oh, great.
The next morning
May woke up, yawned, then looked at her clock. 6:00 A.M., the clock read. May leaped out of bed, took a shower, got dressed; all the time cursing herself. You know you should have gone to sleep. The voice in May's head told her. You didn't have to stay up all night talking to Coulson. She smiled as she remembered what had happened that night.
Flash Back
Jemma just came back from making sure the little girl was alright and Fitz hadn't woken up yet. May surveyed the situation. It looked like Fitz had tripped over something and knocked himself out, but Mac asked, "Jemma, did you knock him out... again?" May glanced over at Coulson, who was doing his best not to laugh out loud. Hunter, on the hand, couldn't keep it in and burst out laughing. Bobbi started giggling, then everyone started laughing; including May and Jemma. They only stopped because Jemma told them that the girl would wake up if they continued in this behavior.
"When did you knock him out the first time?" Hunter asked Jemma, still laughing. "That's not important!" She said quickly. Then, regaining her composure, she told them, "I didn't knock him out. He tripped over my laptop... which I should not leave on the floor." May saw Jemma's pleading look and quickly gained control of the situation. "Mac." She said. "Please help Simmons put Fitz onto one of the beds. Simmons: Make sure he doesn't have a concussion. Everyone else: Go to bed."
As everyone dispersed, May took Coulson aside. "Not you Phil." She said in a voice that was half-growling, half-whispering. "Care to explain why you were watching me read to Lily?" She asked him. "Care to explain why you're carrying the three little pigs?" Coulson retorted. May blushed. Only Coulson could make her blush.
She'd forgotten that she was still carrying it. "Why do we even have the three little pigs?" He asked, taking the book and flipping through it. "Where did you find it?" She quickly answered, "In Daisy's room." Coulson started to laugh. "Shh," May told him. "You're going to wake Lily up."
He abruptly stopped laughing. "What's wrong?" "Lily," Coulson remarked, " I just realized that's a flower name." May rolled her eyes. "Give the man a prize!" She said with false enthusiasm. Coulson shook his head. "Not like that, Melinda." He said, seemingly contemplating something. "I mean, Daisy's name is a flower too."
May stared at him in disbelief, suddenly realizing what he was getting at. "She has the same eyes as Daisy." He continued. "And the same favorite story." May put in. "Plus," she added, "Lily has the same puppy dog eyes that Daisy does." Coulson looked at May. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked. "If you're thinking that Daisy is Lily's mother," May replied, "then yes." "If you're thinking," she added, "that it's time to go to bed, that to." Coulson chuckled and took May's hand. "Let's finish this conversation in your room." he said, smiling warmly. May nodded, grasped his hand tighter, and headed for her room.