Again I don't own anything wish I did cause skye and ward would be back together in the show again big thanks to VanillaAshes it means the world to me anyway hope you like this chapter.
May's point of view:
After dropping off all the kids at their schools except for Skye and Jemma, I looked at Jemma, preparing myself for taking her to her first day at kindergarten school. "Are you ready, baby?" I asked letting Jemma out of the car while grabbing Skye from her seat.
"I'm scared," said Jemma, holding onto my right calf.
"You got nothing to fear, baby girl," I said walking into the classroom.
"Hello, may I help you?" asked a teacher.
"Yes, I'm here to drop off my daughter, Jemma Coulson," I replied.
"Oh, well, she's more the welcome to play with the other kids," said the teacher.
"Thank you very much. Go on Jemma," I said, trying to get my oldest daughter to go join them but Jemma shook her head; she sure was stubborn.
"No!" Jemma replied, crossing her arms.
"Baby girl, I swear you're going to have fun," I said, placing Skye down on the ground, so I could give her a hug. "Jemma baby, school is a good place for learning you'll like it here," I tried convincing her.
"B-but, I won't be with you" Jemma replied softly, her lower lip shaking and tears in her eyes.
"Oh 女嬰 (baby girl)" I said in Chinese, "You're going to have lots of fun here, I promise."
"How can you be sure?" asked Jemma, looking at me, waiting for the answer.
"Well you know your brothers always come home telling us all the fun stuff they did in school and you're not even in their grade yet; don't you think you're going to have even more fun since you're in kindergarten?" I asked.
"Maybe," mumbled Jemma.
"You will, I promise," I assured her rubbing my hand through her hair.
"Why can't you stay?" asked Jemma, holding onto my top.
"Because I have got to drop Skye off at daycare and then I have to get to work," I informed her.
"Okay," whispered Jemma with a sigh, letting go of me.
But she still didn't look happy. "Hey, I promise when I pick you up, that you can tell me all about your day," I assured, encouraging her to go and play with the other children, "I will be here later."
Jemma slowly walked over to a group of girls before looking at me with a small smile, "Can I join you?" Jemma asks one of the girls.
I smiled as the other little girl nods eagerly, "Of course! My name is Pepper, this is Natasha, Bobbi, and Kate."
I watched Jemma talk to the girls for a little while and made me feel so much better knowing she was in good hands. It made me remember how we got Jemma, a matter of fact she was our first girl.
(Flashback)
"Mom! Watch me!" yelled Lance, who was playing soccer with Trip and Grant.
"I'm watching, trust me" I assured him with a laugh. Ever since we brought Lance home, we knew it was one of the best decision that we made. He got along with Grant and Trip very well. Trip and Lance played all sorts of board games together and he read to Grant, helping to improve his reading, which Grant just loved. He also loved to hear his older brother read to him, even though Lance was only older than him by six months.
[Lance in October; Trip in March; Grant in May]
It seemed like we were always throwing birthday parties, but it made us happy to see our boys happy.
While watching the boys, I noticed a little girl, no older than 3, walking all by herself. "Guys, I'll be right back" I informed them, distracted as I stand up but hearing a course of okays from my sons. Walking up to the little girl, I bent down so I could talk to her and not down to her. "Hi sweetie, where's your mum and dad?" I asked, looking around to see if I could see them.
"They're sleeping," said the little girl.
I nod. "They are? Where are they?" I asked her.
"At home."
"Why are they at home sleeping, when you are here?" I asked, shocked by her answer. But nothing prepared me for her response.
"Dada came home drunk and threw Mama against the wall. Mama didn't get back up and then Dada made a big noise that went BOOM!" said the little girl, obviously not understanding what had happened.
"What's your name?" I asked, controlling my breathing forcing myself to remain calm.
"Jemma," replied the little girl.
"Well, Jemma. Why don't you join me and my sons for a little while?" I asked her softly, knowing I had to call the cops.
"Really?" asked Jemma, surprised and delighted by the request.
I felt my heart break for the little girl, knowing that she must have felt unwanted and abandoned at some point. In a lot of ways she remind me of Lance. Lance, unfortunately went through the worse early childhood out of all our child. After Lance's childhood, Grant's childhood's was the second worst.
"Of course" I replied, I realise that she wasn't moving, "Want me to carry you?" I offered.
Jemma just nodded and allowed me to pick her up and I walked back over to the boys.
"Mom, who's that?" asked Trip, walking up to me.
"This is Jemma, she's going to be coming home with us until your dad gets home," I informed them, deciding to pull my resources at S.H.I.E.L.D. until I knew what happened with her parents.
"Okay. Come on, Trip, let's go play," Grant said, without a second though, running back into the field.
"Hey! Wait up!" called Trip as he went off running after Grant. Lance did not follow them, like I expected.
"What's wrong, bud?" I asked Lance, looking at him.
"Are we going to keep her? Like you did with me" asked Lance, innocently.
"Do you want us to?" I asked, loving the innocence in his eyes and how life was so simple for him right now. It was definitely not that easy to just take a child home and keep them.
"I've always wanted a baby sister to keep safe and I think it'll even us out a little bit more," Lance replied, making me laugh.
"I'll have to talk to your dad when he gets here; now go play with your brothers," I said, sending Lance back into the field.
Moments later, I heard my husbands voice. "Mel, sorry I'm late," Phil said, walking over to us.
"That's okay," I replied supportively. "How was work?"
"Tiring, I forgot how much work it was to do the paperwork for S.H.I.E.L.D." said Phil, sitting down next to me, "Who's this cutie?" he asked, indicating the little girl.
"Phil, this is Jemma. I found her wandering down the streets, she told me her parents are 'sleeping'." I said making Phil's eyes widen.
"What did she say?" Phil questions.
據杰馬她父親回家喝醉了把他的妻子靠在牆上，她從來沒有得到備份，然後她聽到的繁榮，我想指的是槍火
(According to Jemma, her father came home drunk, threw his wife against the wall, she never got back up and then she heard a boom... which I guess means a gun fire) I said in Chinese so Jemma or none of our boys heard what I said. However, soon I'll have to be careful Lance seemed to be picking up Chinese faster than we thought possible for his age.
"Poor thing," said Phil, giving Jemma a smile, one which she returned, before turning back to his wife. "What do you want to do, Mel?" he asked.
"I want her and so does Lance-he wants a sister to keep safe," I said.
Coulson chuckled at me, and pulled out his phone, "Let me call S.H.I.E.L.D. and see if we can find out who this little girl is and what happened to her parents- Jemma, do you know your last name, your parents name or where you live?"
"Jemma Simmons… I live in a house… my Mom and Dad are called Mom and Dad," Jemma answers, obviously wanting to help them because they had been so nice to her.
Coulson nodded and pulled out his phone. He waved to his boys when they noticed him, before walking off and trying to work out how a three-year-old was out alone.
I watched him walk off, and noticed that Jemma had blood on her hands. My eyes widened and I wondered how I missed it before. I pull out a wipe and cleaned her hands, before placing the wipe in a bag for evidence. The boys had come back, and we decided to have a small picnic with the food I had brought in case of an emergency- I didn't want to interrupt Coulson.
It took him over 45 minutes on the phone before he came back over. "Can I talk to you a moment?"
I nodded, and placed Jemma down. She picked up a random book curiously before dropping it again.
"Can't wait to see how that goes once she a teenager," said Phil.
"Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked
Phil, my husband gave me a smile "Yes Mel, for now we can keep her. They confirmed that her parents died sometime last night. And if they cannot find any relative to take her, they see no reason why we cannot adopt her- after all I think it's about time we have a daughter," Phil explained, making me smile.
Jemma stayed with us for a few days, before we found out that they couldn't find any additional relatives at all- 2 days after that, S.H.I.E.L.D. made it official and sped up the process for adoption.
(End flashback)
Tearing my eyes from Jemma, I started to look for Skye, who had wandered off when I let her go of her. I found her moments later, playing in the playhouse. "Baby, it's time to go," I informed her, poking my head through the door.
"No! I want to stay with Jemma!" protested Skye.
"You're too little," I inform her, apologetically.
"No, I'm not, I'm not too little," countered Skye, making me laugh.
"Yes you are, baby" I said, finally picking Skye up, for the most part Skye has always been a pretty easy baby. I mean we literally got her around about the time we got Jemma.
(Flashback)
"Fury, what was so important, that you had to call us in on our day off?" asked Phil
"I'm sorry, Coulson. But I have a favour to ask," Fury stated, his tone business-like. "I need you to keep a little girl safe," he said before standing up. We noticed a small crib, which he had been hiding, that held a baby girl no older than 6 months.
"Fury we just adopted a little girl," Phil said apologetically, not sure if it was the best idea to bring in another new child so quickly.
"I know but she's different," Fury starts, "We got a tip in China that there was a 0-8-4-and those are very rare-but when a unit of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents got there, someone got there first. They murdered everybody in that village, every single one of them. One of the agents managed to grab the 0-8-4 but not before taking a bullet to the neck. The agent died with the baby in her arms-somehow, the baby survived," Fury informed them readjusting the blankets over the sleeping baby.
"Are you trying to tell us that the girl's the 0-8-4?" asked Phil.
"As strange as it is... yes, and this is her" Fury answered, pointing to the crib.
"What can she do?" I asked, both curious and wary of the baby.
"We don't know," admitted Fury.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that we don't know that either- we thought if you took her, you could name her," Fury replied, making this sound less serious and life changing then it actually was.
"Fury, I'm not too sure if I want a 0-8-4 around my kids," admitted Phil.
"She's a little girl, Phil. She needs a good home- otherwise she's going to be put into the system and have horrible stuff done to her like Lance," Fury said, raising his voice, which woke the little girl up. She open her eyes and started to coo. This surprised me, because most babies would cry but not her.
"Hi there," I whispered. The baby just stared at me with her big brown eyes; she was beautiful.
"Phillip, maybe we could take her. She's just a baby..." I said gaining my husband attention
"What?" asked Phil, obviously surprised at my request.
"Look at her," I said softly, gently picking the girl up and bring her over to my husband. Before I reached Phil the baby reached out for him. Phil gently pulled the baby into his arms. "Hi cutie," whispered Phil.
"So what do you guys say?" asked Fury. Phil locked eyes with me before nodding.
"We'll keep her," said Phil.
"Good. Now, what's her name?" asked Fury. "I always thought if I had a daughter I would name her Skye," he added.
"I like that," I smiled. "It's pretty. Phil, do you want to come up with a middle name for her?"
He thought for a moment before telling Fury our daughter's new name was Skye Melinda Jemma Coulson.
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," said Fury.
"Can we take her home?" I asked.
"Yup today she's all yours," said Fury making me smile.
"Come on Phil, let's take her home," I said.
The drive home was silent mostly because Skye had fell asleep. "Are we okay?" I asked.
"Sure, why wouldn't we be?" asked Phil.
"I don't know; you didn't really want her," I said looking at Skye. It was strange but Skye kind of looked like me when I was her age at first.
"I have to admit I didn't but when I held her I could see why you wanted her," said Coulson.
"She's the only child we have that actually has the name Coulson," I said making Phil smile.
"That she does, which means her and Jemma aren't allow to date until they're sixty," said Phil.
"Oh, don't do that; then I won't have any grandbabies," I said making Phil gasp.
"Don't even say that! No man is good enough for my little girls," said Phil, making me laugh.
Soon we were walking into our house. "Mommy," said Jemma waving at me.
"Hi, baby," I whispered.
"Who's that?" asked Grant noticed the bundle in my arms.
"This is your new baby sister," I said.
"Cool!" exclaimed Jemma.
"I want see, Mom; can I?" asked Grant.
"Sure," I said, sitting down so all our kids could see the baby.
"She's pretty and she looks like you, Mom," said Trip.
"She does, doesn't she?" said Phil, making me smile.
"What's her name?" asked Grant.
"This is Skye," I said.
Grant bent down, pressing a kiss to Skye's forehead. "Hi Skye, my name is Grant I'm your big brother and I promise I'll always keep you and Jemma safe."
"Me too," said Trip.
"Me three!" added Lance.
"Looks like you're in good hands, Skye," said Phil.
(End flashback)
"Come on, baby," I said picking Skye up. It was time to drop her off at her daycare while I go join Phil at S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Bye bye!" Jemma said.
I buckled Skye into her seat and drove off to the day care. I didn't even stay as long as I did with Jemma because Skye knew everyone at the daycare already. "Bye, Mama," said Skye.
"Bye bye, baby," I said, driving away.
Soon I was at S.H.I.E.L.D. and walking up to my husband. "So how did it go?" asked Phil.
"Not bad. I don't even think Skye's going to be a problem when she hits five," I replied.
"Oh don't remind me; I'm not ready for our youngest to start school," said Phil, making me roll my eyes. At the same time I understood where he came from. Skye was our baby and we were having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that our kids were growing up.