Selfie Stick

Fitz was a smart person - a genius some might say - but not as smart as the person who invented the selfie stick.

"Move it higher, no down, down, there, no, can you bring it in a bit."

"Jemma, It's fine, just smile."

"But the light is off, here let me see it."

"Jemma, I got this." Fitz angled the phone down just right, perfectly light up the photo.

"Clara, look up at the camera," Jemma snapped her fingers towards the camera, trying to get the little girl's attention. The nine month old briefly looked where her mother's hands had been, before looking around and watching the car's drive by.

Fitz just kept snapping photos. He didn't care that half were blurry and few actually had his daughter smiling, only that he was sitting with his little family and capturing memories.

"Did any of them come out?" Jemma asked, holding her hand out to see Fitz's phone. She took the phone and began scrolling few the various photos. "Oh Fitz, look," she said, coming in close so he could see the screen. "This one's good."

"My two girls; beautiful as always," Fitz agreed, taking the phone and admiring the photo. "Gran will love this one."

"Abababa…" Clara babbled happily in reply.

"You agree?" Fitz asked with a smile. The little girl held her hands up at her daddy, silently asking to be picked up. He picked her up, twirling her around in the air before tucking her safely in his arms. "We need to send this photo to Gran and your Grandma and Granddad. They will want to see how big you've gotten." Clara lunged to swipe the phone from her dad, giggling as her father flashed the phone in front of her then hid it behind his back. He continued the game while she clapped for more.

The giggling stopped as Clara began rubbing her eyes, burying her face into her daddy's shoulder.

"Someone's getting tired, aren't they?" The little girl reached out for her mom, as Jemma took and cradled her close. "Let's put her down for a nap."

The couple walked back inside and into the room they had made for Clara. Stopping next to the crib, Jemma began to sway and hum, quietly stroking the infant's back. Fitz came in close to Jemma, one arm around his wife and another one around his daughter as they rocked back and forth.

Slowly the eyelids of the little girl grew heavier and heavier and her head drooped onto her mom's shoulders. They continued rocking their little girl a little longer, wanting to make sure even in her slumber she knew that they would always be there for her.

After a few minutes, Fitz kissed Clara on the head and Jemma laid her down in the crib. Grabbing hands, the two silently walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Fitz pulled Jemma onto the couch, snuggling up to one another. "One more," Fitz said, pulling the selfie stick back out of his pocket and angling it so he could see them curled up on the couch."

"Fitz…" Jemma said with a fake exasperation, tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling. And with one click Fitz had yet another photo of his perfect little family.

I've been MIA for awhile and slowly trying to get back into writing.

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