From grapehyasynth: "That stuff can't be good for you."
So this tumblr user sent me this a long time ago. Probably a year ago at the most. I took a very long fanfiction hiatus (this past year) and deleted a lot of the prompts I got before in order to start out on a clean slate, but I kept a couple of prompts that were the most recent at the time. This was one of them.
When Fitz got home from work that night, the kitchen table had suddenly turned into a smorgasbord of various foods. Meats and cheeses had been placed on one side, condiments on the other, while various random foods such as peanut butter, pickles, and bacon were grouped in the middle. In the midst of all the food sat his wife, five months pregnant, spreading something brown and gooey onto a piece of white bread. On the plate sat another piece of white bread piled high with a food combination that even he, a person who would eat almost anything, couldn't imagine putting into his stomach all at once.
He approached her curiously. "Hey honey, I'm home from work." Pecking her on the cheek, he swiped a piece of bacon and bit into it with satisfaction. "Whatcha doing?"
"It's a science experiment!" Jemma chirped. "I'm trying to create a sandwich that will satisfy all of my pregnancy cravings at once."
Amused, Fitz shook his head and chuckled. Only Jemma would come up with a science experiment to conduct not only while she was pregnant, but one that was directly related to her pregnancy, nonetheless. "Let's see…" He peered over her shoulder. "What do we have here…prosciutto, buffalo mozzarella, bacon, jalapenos, chips and…is that Nutella?"
Jemma nodded. "That one is new. I think the chocolate somehow brings out the taste of the bacon."
"Ah."
Fitz continued to observe her sandwich-making as she paused to scan over her buffet. "It just needs one more thing…" Jemma murmured. She stared at all the foods in front of her, perplexed.
"Pesto aioli?" Fitz suggested, half-joking but also half-serious. After all, her sandwich did have two-thirds of the ingredients that were in her (nay, their) favorite sandwich.
"Yes!" Beaming, Jemma started to rise from her chair, but Fitz beat her to it, sliding the jar of aioli into her hand. "It's like we're psychically linked!"
Fitz snorted. "Or we just know each other really, really well." He fought the urge to wink at her, wanting to imply a subtle sexual innuendo, but he had learned by now that Jemma wasn't very fond of his smart-ass comments while she was carrying a child. In the past she would've just rolled her eyes in exasperation, but now he just received short yet explosive bursts of anger and no way did he want to piss her off now, especially when she was in a good mood despite her drastic hormonal shifts and mood swings.
After applying the pesto aioli, Jemma took a huge bite and she closed her eyes in satisfaction. "Oh my god, this is amazing," she gushed, leaning her head back over the back of the chair.
"That stuff can't be good for you," Fitz commented as he affectionately stroked Jemma's long chestnut locks, taking the time to gently massage her scalp in the process.
"This food is going to help create quite the baby girl," Jemma laughed, glancing up with him,eyes twinkling with adoration.
"Freakishly smart with a strange palette," Fitz joked. He paused, his fingers still immersed in her hair. "And maybe with an extra toe or two."
"Oh, hush!"
He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips with his, interlocking his fingers over her baby bump. However their baby came to be, and who knows where their daughter will end up after she is born– whatever the future will be for their family of three, they will get through it.
Together.
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