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Guest: Thank you. :) And I see what you're getting at. But Skye isn't going to be completely absent from her child's life. And her decision is touched on more a little later.
*September*
"Hey Skye," Ward speaks up as he steps into the open doorway between the dining room and the living room, leaning against the frame, "um, I have kind of an important question I need to ask you. Well, I guess it's more like two important questions. But they're important, is what I'm getting at."
Skye looks up at him from where she's lying on the couch, her tablet propped up against her knees, "I'm all ears."
Ward pushes off of the wall and moves over to the couch, sitting down on the edge of it and turning so he can look at Skye, "Well, I'm just curious about whether or not you're planning on telling the baby at any point about you being an Inhuman? I know it's probably one of the furthest things from your thoughts right now, but I was just wondering."
Skye furrows her brows in thought, "Um, I don't know. Like you said, I hadn't really thought about it all that much. But maybe that's something we should decide together." She shifts on the couch so she's in more of a sitting position, "How do you feel about the baby knowing that I'm an Inhuman?"
"Honestly? I don't think I really mind it either way. I mean, I don't think we should tell them about your team, because we both agreed to keep the baby away from anything and everything related to SHIELD. But I don't think it would be the worst thing to tell them about Inhumans once they're old enough. Because it is a part of their history. Also, they'll most likely hear about them eventually because literally everyone in the world knows about Inhumans. Of course, we don't have to tell them that you're an Inhuman if it's something you aren't comfortable with doing."
Skye takes a deep breath, "I think...we should just see what happens. I think we should take each day as it comes and decide when and if we want to tell them about me. Does that sound good to you?"
Grant nods, "Yeah, I think that sounds doable."
"Good," Skye nods once. "So what was the other thing?"
"What?"
"You said you had two important questions for me," she reminds him.
"Oh, right, my other question." He takes a deep breath, "Is our baby going to be an Inhuman?"
Skye's silent for a minute as she thinks over his question. Then she opens her mouth to speak, "Well, my mom's Inhuman but my dad isn't, and since it's the same with us, I'd assume that our baby will at least have the Inhuman gene within their DNA."
"Would they have any abilities at birth, though?" he asks.
Skye shakes her head, "No, that's not really how it works. Even though my abilities have manifested, and they'd probably get the gene from me, I'm pretty sure that they'd still have to go through Terrigenesis to get their powers, just like I and all the others had to do."
He nods, "Oh, okay. I was just getting curious. After you told me you were pregnant it got me thinking about all of that."
She nods her head, "I get it. And I know what you're probably going to ask next, but I don't think we have to worry too much about our baby accidentally going through Terrigenesis at any point in their life and developing some crazy powers that are too difficult to handle. As far as I know, there aren't any crystals left considering they all ended up at the bottom of the ocean courtesy of yours truly, and I don't plan on having to give our baby fish oil pills at any point either. Though, I don't think that can really be helped all too much, so I guess we just have to wait and see on that one."
He gives her a small smile, "Okay. Like I said, I was just curious."
"Well you don't have to worry," she smiles at him. "Because as far as I know, I'm the only Inhuman that you have to deal with."
He smiles back, "Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Skye, I'm heading out to the store to get a few things, do you need me to pick you up anything?" Grant asks her as he slips his shoes on and pulls on a light jacket.
Skye looks up at him, "No thanks, I'm good."
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" he asks.
Skye rolls her eyes, "I promise you don't I don't need anything."
"Alright. I shouldn't be gone too long," he tells her.
"Take your time," she replies, looking back down at her tablet. "I'm fine here with my tablet to keep me company."
"Okay. See you in a bit."
"Yeah, bye," she waves at him over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on her tablet screen.
Once the door closes, Skye lets out a small sigh and shakes her head. "Your dad is such a worrier," she says offhandedly to her stomach. She lies her tablet down against her legs and focuses her attention on her belly, placing both hands on it, "I really hope you don't inherit that from him. Although, I guess it wouldn't be too bad for you to at least worry a little bit about things. Just not as much as he does. You get what I'm saying, little one?" She lifts her shirt and smiles to herself as she runs her hands across her skin.
"Although I do hope you get your daddy's smile," Skye says. "He's got a pretty nice smile, it's one of the things that made me fall for him; but don't tell him I said that," she smiles. "There are a lot of things I hope you get from us, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens as you grow up. However, there is one thing I'm going to make sure you get from me, my taste in music. Because for all I know, your dad likes the really boring stuff like classical music and jazz."
With a smile on her face, Skye lifts her tablet back up and quickly goes into her music app, going into the search bar for the song she wants to play.
She looks down at her stomach, "This is one of my favorite songs by an awesome group called Bon Jovi."
She hits the play button and the combination of drums and guitar comes through the speakers, soon followed by the lead vocals and she sings along.
"How you spend your minutes are what matters. All tomorrows come from yesterdays. When you're feeling broke and bruised and sometimes shattered. Blow out the candles on the cake like everything's a big mistake. It seems you always wait for life to happen. And your last buck can't buy a lucky break. If all we've got is us then life's worth living. And if you're in, you know I'm in. I'm ready and I'm willing. I am. When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you, no one's there to understand. I am. I'll be there to be that someone, when you think that no one, is there to hold your hand. I am."
She hits the pause button and runs a hand across her stomach, "Your daddy and I are always going to be here for you, no matter what. You can always count on the both of us, okay? I don't care if you never choose to go through the Mist when you're older; it's something that can affect your life more than you initially thought it would. Whatever you want to do with your life or whoever you want to be, I don't care. Because I am always, always going to love you, my sweet, sweet baby."
*October*
Skye bounces her leg nervously as she sits in one of the plastic waiting room chairs, Ward sitting in the chair right next to her. She has her hands resting on top of her barely there bump, biting her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Hey, you okay?" Ward asks her.
She turns her head towards him, "What? Oh, yeah. I'm good, just a little nervous. We're finding out what we're having today."
He nods his head, "I know. I think I'm actually genuinely excited about this, which is something I didn't really think I could be again."
"I know the feeling."
"Skye Johnson?"
Skye looks up to see a nurse standing in the doorway leading to the back hallway. "That's me," she says.
The woman smiles, "Great. If you'll follow me back this way."
Skye stands up from her chair, reaching down to grab Grant's hand and pull him up out of his chair. She continues to hold onto his hand, linking their fingers together, as they make their way into one of the back rooms.
"The doctor will be right with you," the nurse tells them once they step inside the room.
"Thank you," Skye smiles politely at her. She turns around and climbs up onto the paper covered table in the room. Ward moves over and sits in one of the chairs against the wall.
Skye lets out a breath as she leans back on her hands.
A few minutes later, there's a soft knock at the door before it opens and the doctor steps through. "Miss Johnson, it's great to see you again," the doctor smiles at her.
"You too, Doctor Jones," Skye smiles at him. "And I'm pretty sure I've told you numerous times to call me Skye."
Doctor Jones nods, "Yes, of course. How are you feeling, Skye?"
"Feeling okay," Skye tells him. "Just excited to find out what this little one is going to be."
"Then let's get started so you can find out," Doctor Jones smiles. He sits down on his stool and scoots himself closer to the bedside. "If you'll go ahead and lie back," he tells Skye as he grabs the ultrasound machine and pulls it towards him, flipping the machine on.
He grabs the tube of gel from the holder and turns towards Skye, "This is going to be a little cold." He squeezes some of the gel onto Skye's stomach and then places the wand in it, moving it across her stomach to spread the gel around as he looks at the screen.
"I love hearing the heartbeat," Skye smiles.
"Me too," Ward says from his spot standing next to the bed.
"Your baby is doing very well," Doctor Jones tells them. "Developing right as they should be, everything looks perfect."
"That's great," Skye smiles. "So can you tell if it's a boy or a girl yet?" she asks him.
"One moment," he says, moving the wand around some more and leaning closer to the screen. "It looks like…" he smiles and sits back, looking over at Ward and Skye, "you're having a little girl."
"A girl?" Skye asks with happy tears shining in her eyes. She looks up at Ward, "We're having a girl, a little girl."
"Yeah," Ward whispers and nods his head, tears in his own eyes as he stares at the ultrasound screen. "I heard him. A little girl, we're having a daughter."
"Could I get a printout of this?" Skye asks the doctor.
"Of course," he smiles. "How many would you like?"
"Two," Skye replies, noticing how Ward can't stop staring at the image on the screen of the ultrasound machine. "I'd like two printouts, please."
"Was buying all of this candy really necessary?" Ward asks Skye as he watches her dump multiple bags of mixed candy into two large metal bowls.
She nods her head, "Absolutely. It's Halloween. Kids are going to come up to the house asking for candy, which we will gladly give to them because it is in the spirit of the holiday. I know that might be a little tough for your robot brain to comprehend, but try and keep up, Ward." She stands up straight and smiles at him.
"Despite what you might think, Skye, I do happen to understand the concept of Halloween. What I don't understand, is why you have two large bowls full of candy."
"Isn't it obvious? One bowl is to give to the kids who come to the door while the other bowl is for me to eat while I watch Halloween movies all night on TV."
"It's probably not the best idea to eat all of that candy by yourself," he tells her.
Skye looks at him pointedly, "I've told you once, and I'll tell you again; I'm pregnant and probably always going to be hungry. So do not get in between me and food, no matter what kind of food it is. Because I can promise that it will not end well for you."
Ward sighs, "Fine. Just don't get sick, okay?"
"If I were to get sick there is no possible way you'd be able to know if it was from eating too much candy or simply because I'm pregnant," she smiles at him.
"Maybe not right away, but there are ways," he retorts.
Skye purses her lips, "Just shut up and keep an eye on the door. You're going to be answering it and giving out the candy to all the kids."
"But—"
"Don't even start with me right now, Grant Ward," she says, picking up one of the bowls of candy and carrying it over to the couch, "you're going to be a father soon and I don't think I've ever seen you interact with children since I met you." She sits down on the couch and pulls her legs up underneath of her, leaning back into the couch and grabbing the remote for the TV.
"What about Ace?"
She raises an eyebrow at him, "That was like two years ago. And you hardly even looked at him. So I don't think that really counts."
Before either of them can say anything, there's a knock at the door.
"Now go, give out candy," she tells him. "And don't be all robotic and mean to the kids. Try to be nice and friendly."
"Yes ma'am," he gives her a quick mock salute before grabbing the other bowl of candy and pulling open the door.
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