I'm sorry for the delay. I always try to post a new chapter every week but college is keeping me busy, I don't have any more chapters written in advance and I have two fanfictions in progress so it gets a bit hard to keep track of everything. Even when my inspiration collaborates, it gets a bit hard. But, as long as you enjoy the chapters, I'm alright.

So, this chapter is very dramatic, just to give you a heads up. It is result of a mash up of different prompts sent to me by: Salkri Kachemench, memorysdaughter, Red and starfire25.

Jemma poked her head into the bedroom and saw Skye lying down in her bed. "Dad is making peanut butter sandwiches. Do you want one?"

Skye shook her head and grumbled, clutching her stomach, "Not hungry."

The older girl walked in and closed the door behind her, "What's wrong? Are you hurt, Skye?"

"And I'm really cold."

Pressing her hand against Skye's forehead, Jemma said, "You have a fever. I should get D -"

"No," Skye wailed, grabbing her sister's hand. "I'm good."

"You're holding your belly and you're feverish. You're not alright."

Skye rolled over in bed so she was lying face up, and lifted her shirt, "Does my belly look strange?"

"It's swollen," Jemma told her, staring at the abnormal bump on Skye's abdomen. "It could be an inflammation of the appendix. You need to go to the doctor."

"No!" the younger girl firmly said, "No doctors."

"But Skye -"

"No! Doctors are mean."

"You are sick."

"No!"

Despite Skye's resistance, Jemma ran out the door to warn her mom and dad about her sister's sickness. Skye got up and tried to stop Jemma but a pain shot up in the lower part of her abdomen and she fell on her knees, groaning in pain. Coulson was in the girls' bedroom seconds later and immediately grabbed his little girl in his arms.

"Jemma, I need you to go and call Mimi to stay here with all of you," he sat on the edge of the bed, sitting Skye on his lap. Jemma was still standing in front of him, "Can you please go -"

"I wanna go to the doctor too."

"We'll take care of that when you're back," Coulson answered. There was no point in arguing with her at that moment; right now he really needed Jemma to go call the neighbor.

Skye's eyes filled with tears, "No doctors, Dad."

He stroked her hair, "We have to go to the doctor, baby. Your belly is too swollen and you're too warm." He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Mom will be there with us, alright?"

Mimi was at the Coulson's minutes later, assuring the man that she'd keep an eye on the kids as he'd go to the hospital. However, she'd only have to keep an eye on the boys; Jemma insisted she wanted to go and Coulson couldn't waste time discussing that decision.

May was half way to the hospital when Coulson called her. The doctor had just diagnosed Skye with appendicitis and she needed to go home and grab a bag with Skye's clothes. When May arrived the hospital she was a mess: tired, her back and head ached, and she felt the urge to throw up. Her only thought was to rush to Coulson and Jemma and wait with them for Skye to come out of the ER.

"Mommy," Jemma jumped down from Coulson's lap and ran to May.

"C'mere," May reached down to grab Jemma under her arms and pick her up but as soon as she bent down her back ached.

She pressed her hand against the wall for extra support. Coulson ran the few steps to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, helping her taking a seat.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, qīnàide?"

"I'm alright. It was just a strong ache in my back. How is -"

Coulson didn't let her ask anything, "That's it, I'm calling a nurse to examine you."

"Phil -"

"Don't," he was firm on his answer but concerned, "you've been feeling sick for far too long."

He walked around the floor, requesting each nurse he saw to come and examine May. Finally he encountered one that was available and so Coulson led the woman back to his wife.

But May was still reluctant with the idea, "I'm feeling alright now. Besides, I need to be here right now. Skye is in the operation room and Jemma is scared."

"Melinda…"

That was all she needed to get up from the chair, transfer Jemma to her husband's arms, and walk with the nurse to an examination room. Coulson was feeling terribly nervous, but he kept cool on the outside as he rocked Jemma in his arms until she snoozed. Minutes later May was walking back to them and he saw her folding a paper and putting in her pocket. Coulson's anxiety shot up.

"What did the nurse say?" Coulson asked in a hurry. He gently put Jemma on the chair beside his and got up.

"Well, I've this unexpected tenant inside me," she walked to him, her smile growing as she grabbed his hand and placed it over her stomach. "He or she should be arriving in seven months, give or take a couple weeks."

Coulson's eyes focused on where his hand was stroking her abdomen with his thumb. When he looked up at her he had a special type of smile May had never seen on his face before.

He snaked his arms around her waist and brought her close for a kiss, "I can't believe it."

"Me neither. I thought these were menopause symptoms."

"We're having a baby," he was still stunned, eyes glistening, grinning like a fool.

"And it can move already. I don't feel it yet, but I saw a little blur moving on the screen." May pecked his lips and rested her forehead on his, "Are you ready to hear my mother's comments about how come it took you twelve years to knock me up?"

"You can tell her that we were just playing safe, it's not that my junk doesn't work. Children are always a blessing but we already have six of those at home. Just in case she forgot about that little detail." There was a small silence before he remembered the paper he saw her folding away, "What was that paper the nurse gave you? Any medication?"

"Ultrasound appointment for next week. The doctor will give us more details on all of this," she smirked. "We've got six kids, but we've never been through this."

"No we haven't. But I'm looking forward to it. And when do we tell the kids?"

"I'm already nine weeks long, so I guess we can wait until we know the gender to tell them. It's only a few more weeks for that."

Jemma stirred in the chair and opened her eyes slowly. "Where is Skye?" she promptly asked.

"She's almost out of surgery, sweetheart," Coulson assured her, kissing the top of her head, "Skye is alright. It was just appendicitis, you know that."

The girl shrugged and looked towards the doors where Skye had been led for the surgery, "I should have known earlier."

"Hey, where is this coming from? Jemma," May stooped down next to the girl, stroking her hair, "you are not a doctor. You are still a child, baby girl. Leave these things to adults to take care of, alright?"

"But what if it was something worse than appendicitis? I couldn't help her 'cause I'm dumb," she pouted, chastening herself, still mulling over the same thoughts.

"Dumb?" Coulson took a seat on the chair next to the girl's, "Jem, you are the smartest girl that I've ever met. One day, you too will be a doctor. You know why I know that? Because you are smart and you have a big heart and you care about everyone. But you don't have - you can't worry this much. Not right now. It's not your responsibility. You are still too young to carry these responsibilities, do you understand? Don't punish yourself over this. We are all entitled to do the little bit we can do, and you helped Skye. More than you are letting yourself believe. You warned me that Skye was in pain. If you didn't tell me, then things could have been a lot worse. You know that Skye would have never said if she was hurt. She always tries to play brave. You helped so much, Jemma. You did your share, now go back to being a little girl."

Jemma wrapped her arms around Coulson's neck and hugged him tightly. Over the girl's shoulder, Coulson saw his wife letting out a relieved sigh.

"You know what Skye will need?" May asked, taking a seat. Jemma immediately turned her head to her mother. The woman smiled, "She'll need her big sister keeping her company, distracting her. She won't want you to be all sad looking."

"And she'll also need her brothers," Coulson said as he got up. "I'm going to get the boys and bring them here. Are my girls going to be alright?"

"I've got Mommy," Jemma admitted, crawling onto May's lap.

"That's right. We'll be fine, Phil. Go get the boys."

Lance and Grant were the guardians of the family at the moment. Skye had already woken up after the surgery, hours before, but the anesthesia was keeping her drowsy so she fell asleep again. Mom was sleeping on the chair next to her bed, sleeping. She looked really tired and drained out, just like Dad. He was flopped down on a chair in the hall, nodding off with Jemma on his lap, cuddling her against his chest, and Trip had his arm draped over Leo and the two slept as well. Only Lance and Grant were awake. An Asian nurse with some scars on her face was looking through the glass door of the room where Skye was sleeping. The two boys looked at her attentively, hoping that everything would be alright. Another nurse joined her.

"What happened to the girl?" the woman with scars asked.

"Appendicitis. She was brought in at the right time. She'll be alright."

The Asian woman smiled as the other walked away, "Your father would like to know you're alright."

Lance and Grant's ears perked up even more at that last sentence. They already knew that Skye was going to be alright, the doctor had told them that earlier. The nurse wasn't walking their way and that made the boys' suspicions arise. "The father" that nurse mentioned wasn't their dad. So, who was he?

"We should check that out," Lance whispered. "She doesn't seem like she's up to something good. Didn't Mom say that Skye's dad went nuts?"

The younger one nodded. "I'll follow her."

Grant got to his feet and began walking after the woman. After following her through numerous corridors, the boy stopped before the doors that said 'Psychiatric Ward'. He looked around, noticing that no one was around. There were only white, long, cold halls. Did he really want to get past those doors? He had to, for Skye's wellbeing. He just really wished Lance was there with him too; he'd feel safer and braver. But nonetheless, he entered. Grant caught a glimpse of the nurse talking to a man sitting at a chair by the window, and began walking to them. His young heart was scared as he looked around and saw people mumbling things, all acting strangely scary. They were all insane and he was sure he'd be having nightmares because of them.

"Jiaying!" he shouted as the woman started to walk away from his side.

She backed away a few steps, "I shouldn't have told you a thing, Cal."

"We need to get our baby girl back."

"For all intents and purposes, I'm dead and you're insane. Our baby girl is better with that family."

Jiaying wiped a tear and sighed heavily as she walked away to attend to other patients. She could feel inside of her that their daughter was close to them, closer than ever, but she was choosing to ignore that feeling. It hurt her to make such a choice but she knew Daisy was better with that family. They were there for her, to care for and protect her. Grant approached the man slowly and stared down at him. His eyes were dull, staring at the sky as he hummed the words of 'Daisy Bell'. He looked like he had just crawled out of a dumpster. His hair was long and disheveled and all of attire was wrinkled. He wore brown suit trousers, a short-sleeved light-blue shirt and a brown tie.

"They took my baby girl away from me," the man commented, having spotted Grant who fearfully stood by his side, "and now they won't let me see her. I know she's here, in the hospital. But they don't let me see her."

Grant's words came out quietly as he could barely find his voice, "What's her name?"

"Daisy. How old are you, little man?"

"T-ten."

"Ah. Daisy is slightly younger. She should be seven by now. She was born on July 2nd, on this hot summer night. My wife, she," he chuckled, "she decided to clean the house before waking me. When she did so, I went over to the neighbor's house to borrow their car to take them to the hospital. You see," he looked at Grant, "no one in the village had a car but that neighbor. But, I didn't speak any Chinese so it was a mess."

"Did you get the car?"

"I did not. We didn't understand each other so I ended up delivering our baby girl myself. She was… beautiful, perfect. And they took her away from me!" the man shouted, causing Grant to step back. "I'm sorry," he smiled, going back into his calm posture. When he tried to hold the boy's wrist, Grant jerked his hand away, "I'm sorry for yelling. I lose control a little bit too quickly. I'm – I'm Cal," he introduced himself, stretching his hand towards Grant.

Slowly Grant slipped his hand into the man's and gave him a handshake, "Grant."

"Tell me Grant, what are you doing here? This is not a place for children your age."

"I, uh…" he looked down at his feet, "The nurse is your wife, isn't she?"

Cal chuckled, "Good skills, kid. You're smarter than any doctor in this hospital. No one noticed that before. And they can't ever know or else they might take her away too. You see, she helps me as she helps the other people here. She's not treating me better just because I'm her husband."

Grant shortly nodded in agreement and dreadfully began, "I'm here because… Daisy… What if… what if Daisy is with good people?"

"Good people?" Cal stared Grant with wide open eyes, "You think a child should grow up away from their parents? You think the people who took her away are good people?"

The boy swallowed a lump in his throat, looking up at Cal, "The ones who took her away are bad. But maybe she is with -"

"You know where she is," Cal realized, "You are her brother. Take me to see her."

The boy was conflicted: would he really take Cal to meet Skye? She had a family now. If he loved her that much he should have tried harder to protect her. But then again, maybe he did try everything and still couldn't keep her safe. How bad would it be if he guided Cal to Skye's room and let him see her? He'd never see again in his life.

"I… My parents are there."

"Let's do it like this: you go ahead and you tell me if it's safe for me to go. Then you call me, alright?"

Grant still thought that that was not a good idea but he sighed and warned Cal, "You better not hurt her."

"Hurt her?" Cal got up from the chair, putting on his brown jacket, "She's my little Daisy -"

"Her name is Skye."

"Terrible name, but I can live with that. If that's what she responds to, then I'll call her Skye. Go on, lead the way."

The two managed to sneak out of the psychiatric ward. Cal followed the boy and once they reached the hall where Skye's room was, Grant ordered him to stay back while he checked the movement in the room. Luckily Lance was sleeping now too, so he wouldn't ask questions. Grant peered through the door and then stepped inside quietly.

May woke up once she felt a presence in the room and unintentionally startled the boy, "Something wrong, Grant?" she asked, sitting up in her chair.

"N-no, nothing's wrong. I was just…"

May sighed and beckoned to him. Grant walked to her side and she pulled him to sit on her lap, "I know it's hard to get some rest in here, but you should try to sleep. In the morning your father is taking you home."

"And when is Skye going home?"

"As soon as the doctors say she can go. Can you do me big a favor, Grant?" the boy dutifully nodded his head, "Can you keep an eye on Skye for a while? I really need to go to the bathroom and I know your father is sleeping. I don't want to awake him."

"I will keep her safe."

May pressed a kiss onto Grant's hair and got up, "That's a good boy. I'll be right back."

Grant waited until May was out of sight to poke his head out the doorway and signal Cal. The man crossed the hall quickly and walked into the room. He walked to Skye with teary eyes, gazing the little girl with a large patch on her small abdomen and an IV on the back of her right hand.

"Oh my baby girl, look at you," he stood by the side of her bed and held her hand in his. "You're so big."

The boy kept checking between the door, for any sign of May returning, and Cal, since he didn't trust the man that much. Cal stroked Skye's hair and was talking to her in a low tone of voice when her eyes fluttered open. She immediately gasped in panic at the sight of the unknown man. Skye tried to sit up in bed but the pain in her lower abdomen made her fall back in bed.

"Hey, it's alright," Grant reassured her, rubbing her arm. "It's ok, I'm here."

"Grant?" Skye said in a frail voice, "who's this man?"

"Yes Grant, who is this man?" May asked by the door, arms crossed over her chest.

Both Grant and Cal looked at the door and while the boy was scared stiff and essentially mute, Cal was dexterously removing Skye's IV, using only one hand. Skye had her eyes focused on what the man was doing but she didn't know what to do. Besides, she was still drowsy from the anesthesia so she couldn't do anything.

"Wait outside, Grant," May ordered, pointing the way out the door. "And you, step away from my daughter."

"She's my daughter!" Cal shouted, "And you took her away from me."

Grant was already shaking Coulson to awake him up. He didn't need to insist much because Cal's shouting was enough to wake up the whole family. Coulson sat Jemma at a chair and walked in the room to ascertain what the fuss was all about.

"What did you do?" Lance asked, gazing Grant.

"I screwed up."

Trip hugged Grant when he began sobbing and crying, "Hey, it's alright. Whatever happened Mom and Dad will fix it."

Something broke inside the room and Coulson started shouting at the top of his lungs at Cal. Lance looked around; there wasn't any nurse around to stop whatever was happening inside so he ordered Leo to go look for one as he walked into the room. May was passed out on the ground after having been pushed head against the footboard of the bed and Coulson was lying motionless on the floor being kicked to the stomach, blood dripping from his mouth already.

Cal was crushing Skye against his chest, whispering soothing words to her, "It's alright, Daisy. Dad will take you home."

"Lemme go," Skye cried. "Don't hurt Mommy and Daddy."

"I'm your Daddy, sweetheart. He stole you from me."

"Let her go!" Lance yelled, positioning himself in front of the door so that Cal couldn't leave.

Lance was thrown away with one easy push but he didn't make it to the door with Skye. Jemma kicked him in between the legs, which stopped him. Grant picked up Skye in his arms and carried her to her bed, then tended to his unconscious mother. Outside the room, all the kids were on top of Cal, jabbing him in the back with their fists and knees. Coulson pulled himself up from the floor and ordered the kids to let go of the man. He was a man blinded by fury and he didn't hesitate to beat up Cal. They were separated by the security personnel and Jiaying showing up to take Cal away.

"Mr. Johnson, let's go. You've caused enough trouble."

"Zabo. My name is Calvin Zabo!" he tried to fight the men that held him, "They took my daughter away from me! Let me go…" After they stuck him a syringe, Cal began drowsing and was out in seconds flat.

Coulson barely let the nurses tend to his injuries. His thoughts were on his kids – Skye was in complete shock, and so were all the others – and on May who had just regained consciousness but instead of checking if things were alright with the baby, she was trying to comfort Skye, who was begging to be taken home and wouldn't stop crying. Coulson replaced May in the role of keeping Skye company while his wife went to do an ultrasound. When she returned, all the kids were in the room, scared and sullen. And they were all quiet too; none of them even said a word.

"So?" Coulson turned to his wife as soon as she entered the door, feeling his heart pulsing too fast.

"We're alright."

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her head, "At least some good news."

May glanced over Coulson's shoulder and saw Skye sleeping, "How is she?"

He parted the hug to tell her, "She wants to go home. The doctor signed the discharge papers so we'll leave in the morning right after she wakes up."

"Why don't you take them home?" May suggested, looking at their kids. "I'll stay with Skye and take her home in the morning."

Coulson nodded in agreement but pointed out, "I can't take them all."

"Leave Jemma and Grant. She's been too worried about Skye and I have a feeling that Grant will want to have a lengthy talk with me about what happened."

Grant looked down as he heard those words. He was really sorry for what happened. Cal had managed to scare Skye (he was the reason for Skye's nightmares for the next two weeks), hurt Coulson and May and had almost sent their father to jail for involving himself in a fight against a psychiatric patient.

Coulson put a kiss on Skye's forehead and then kissed his wife, "Take care, alright? Anything happens and you call me right away."

"We'll be fine now."

Things will be smoother and happier next chapter. Coulson and May will tell the kids that they are expecting a baby and they'll all discuss baby names. I don't plan to spend too much time stalling the birth of the baby as I have other chapters planned and I reeally want to age up the kids a few years. Once the baby Philinda is born I should give you an update on all the kids ages.