Chapter written by skyewardfitzsimmonsphilinda.
They said afterwards that Ward had looked as pale as a ghost as he carried her to med, shouting for Simmons and the others.
Skye had fallen and hit the side of her stomach hard. She was unconscious in his arms as he ran, and the limp weight of her body in his arms terrified him.
Skye.
Skye.
You have to wake up.
He was going to scream—was going to scream her name over and over and over again until she woke up. She was going to wake up. She was.
Jemma met him in the hall in her cotton pajamas, her eyes wide with panic.
"What happened?"
Ward set her down in med, and Jemma bent over her.
"She fell on the stairs," Ward said breathlessly as Fitz joined around them, his expression fraught with concern. "I don't know why. She wanted to get her ultrasound and find out about the baby and she took off running"—
Jemma was already bent over Skye, ignoring him as she took Skye's pulse.
"She's breathing steadily," Jemma said. "She hit her head, it seems, so I'm sure there's a minor concussion of some sort—we'll know more when she wakes up—but she'll be fine.
"And the baby?" Ward asked, swallowing nervously. "Is the baby okay?"
"I have to take some ultrasounds," Jemma said cautiously, her eyes dark with worry, and Ward flinched.
"The baby has to be okay," Ward said. "She has to."
"She?" Fitz asked.
"Skye is sure it's going to be a girl," Ward explained absentmindedly. "Jemma, how soon can we know?"
Jemma stood up and turned to the computer monitor that showed live images if the ultrasound. She looked for a long moment and Ward was going to break down he was he was he was—
She let out a long breath. "The baby is healthy," Jemma said, and Ward let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.
Behind him, he could hear Fitz sigh in relief.
"Skye hit the ground on the left side, and the baby's head was positioned on the right, so there was no damage. Just a little jarring, but the baby will be fine," Jemma said.
Grant bent over Skye, his hand curling over hers. "Did you hear that?" he whispered into her hair. "Our baby's okay, Skye. You kept her safe." He straightened slightly and turned to Jemma. "And?" he asked.
"And what?" Fitz asked blearily, running a hand through his messy curls.
"What's the baby's gender?" Ward asked.
"Oh," Jemma smiled. "Well, you're having a"—
The door to the med room slammed open. Coulson and May stood there, worry scrawled vividly across their faces. "What happened?" May demanded. "What's wrong?"
"Skye's fine," Jemma reassured quickly. "And so is the baby. She just scared us a little."
Coulson looked visibly relieved, but May pushed past Ward and bent over her girl. Her hand was gently when she brushed the hair out of Skye's face.
"Why isn't she awake?"
"She should wake soon," Jemma reassured. "She had a fall on the stairs this morning."
May whirled on Grant. "Why the hell did that happen?" she asked accusingly. "You're supposed to take care of her!"
"May," Coulson said softly, putting a hand on her arm. "You know Skye. She takes off running long before you realize where she's going. Grant couldn't have done anything."
"I should've," Ward said, guilt uncurling in the pit of his stomach. "She fell and I was too late to catch her"—
"I'm too quick for you, Robot," Skye's tired voice interrupted them, and Ward crouched by her bed instantly.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly.
"Just dandy," she replied flippantly. "Why am I here? What happened?"
"You fell," Jemma began gently.
"What?" Skye sat up in the bed, and Ward sat down on the bed next to her, taking her hand. "The baby! Is the baby okay?"
"Just fine," Ward promised, placing a gentle hand over the rising mound of her stomach. "Which reminds me, Jemma was about to tell us the results of the ultrasound."
Jemma beamed. "Yes, you're having a"—
Author's note: Yes. I did do that to you. Twice. You just have to wait until next chapter, friends. I regret nothing. (;
Hey MaggieJanning here, If you guy could go to my profile page and vote for the baby gender(s) that would be awesome. Until then enjoy the cliffhanger!