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Song that inspired this fic: Halo by Beyoncé

~Cursed is as good as lucky~

"I'm telling you, Jemma! We're cursed!"

"God damn it, Fitz! I don't wanna hear about that right-"

Her voice cuts off with a moan of pain and her hand grips Fitz's own with fresh force. She lay on her back on the bed Fitz had cleared for her, face pale and sweaty, her hair sticking to her forehead.

"Everything all right in there?" Coulson calls from the outside of the room.

"It's fine! It's fine… It's fine." His voice gradually lowered in volume as he looked at Jemma, as he took in her physical state.

God, he wasn't ready for this.

"Jemma are you alright?" Skye says from where she is standing outside with Coulson. The door was jammed shut and no matter how hard Fitz had tried it simply wouldn't budge. And of course his daughter had to come out at that precise moment. At least he knew they were in good hands with May was flying the plane.

"Never been better," Jemma replies. Fitz can hear Skye laughing.

"That's my girl, we are trying to find somewhere to land but the government wants to keep us in the sky for protocol,"

Skye explains. Fitz took Jemma's hand and gave a squeal of pain as Jemma squeezed it during her contractions.

"If we had just been able to land and make it to a hospital, but no! No, the bloody government has to keep us in the air until we get clearance."

"Fitz, I'm sure they're doing everything they ca-"

"I can't deliver a baby, Jemma! I'm an enginee-"

"Fitz, it can't be as bad as jumping through that hole in the universe. I need your help," she pants. Fitz rubs his face and takes a deep breath. He knew that if they don't land in time, the responsibility is on him. The lives of his daughter and his wife are now in his hands.

"It can't be as bad as that cat liver," Fitz says.

"Now is not the ti-", she begins, but her voice is cut off again by another contraction. She moans. He puts a hand on her cheek, wiping away some of the sweat dripping from her forehead across her jaw.

"It'll be okay, Jemma. Everything will be fine."

"That's easy for you to say Fitz, millions of things can go wrong", she whispers. Fitz kisses the top of her head.

"Jem, I know you've read every book in case this happened. You could do this single handily," Fitz reassures her. Jemma gives him a weak smile.

"This isn't how I pictured the labour," she groans.

"Yeah, there isn't a chapter in that book for birthing on a plane that's being chased," Fitz grumbled. Jemma laughs despite the situation.

"I should have stayed at home," she replies. She looks sad making Fitz's stomach twists with guilt.

"This isn't your fault. I let you persuade me," he reminds her. Jemma sighs.

"Well, it will be a good story to tell at weddings an-", Jemma breaks off with a more forceful groan. Fitz bends down to look.

"Jemma, I need you to push," Fitz chokes.

"It hurts,"Jemma groans.

"I know,"' Fitz replies without thinking. Jemma's head snaps up.

"FITZ YOU HAVE NO IDEA HO-", she shouts but is it hit with another contraction. Fitz began to see his child's head. Dizzy. He feels very dizzy.

"Push again," he whispers. Jemma does just that until new born screams rattle around the room. At that precise moment, the doors banged open and everything went black.

"Hello again," a soft voice drags Fitz back to conscience. He stares groggily around from the chair he is sitting on until his gaze rests on his wife. She is grinning at him. She sees how his eyes expand at the sight of his newborn daughter.

"Can I-"

"Of course," she says, gently handing him the sleeping baby. Fitz hasn't seen anything as beautiful in his entire life.

"This is our best creation," Jemma states. Fitz nods in awe.

"Even if her birth wasn't the best," she laughs.

"I'm so sorry," Fitz says quietly. Jemma leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's not your fault, you hadn't seen that before".

"Well, technically I have seen down there before," he says without consulting his brain.

"FITZ," Jemma says but she has no venom in her tone. She strokes her baby girls soft curls.

"Skye and Coulson wish us well and said you did a great job from what they heard. Oh, May is going to come see us when the plane finally lands," Jemma tells her husband. Fitz silently nods, his attention on his daughter. Jemma smiles at him.

"Still think the bloody cosmos are against us?" she says, voice still weak. He shakes his head.

Today, he is truly the luckiest man alive.

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