After you read this chapter, go to my profile and vote on the poll to choose a name for the Philinda baby. But please, read this first so that you understand from where the name suggestions come from.

Coulson and May were greeted at home by screams and gunshots. Grant was running around the house, begging for help as Skye chased after him, firing all the Nerf darts she could at her brother. For once, someone was taking revenge on Grant. He was usually the one chasing after his siblings, firing foamed projectiles at them. The TV was awfully loud and they could only hear gunshots being fired; Trip and Lance were playing Halo 2.

"Lost the lead, gain the lead," the voice from the game said.

"Oh, c'mon," Trip whined, "I had just gained the lead."

"What is this? A battlefield?" Coulson commented, standing in the middle of the living room.

Mimi offered a small smile, "I suppose."

"Boys, lower the volume," May asked the two kids that were playing video games. They felt around the surface of the coffee table to find the remote control but kept their eyes glued to the screen. "Where are the other two?" the woman inquired of their neighbor once the living room was quieter.

"Downstairs."

"I'll get them to come up here for a while," Coulson said, walking to the basement's door.

That lower floor of the house was no longer just the basement. The paper sheet stuck on the door with duct tape read 'Fitzsimmons' Lab' in colorful letters. Jemma and Leo used part of the basement to conduct their humble experiences. They had thought of naming it Jemma & Leo's Lab but Fitzsimmons' sounded better. Even though they had their own place to experiment, the two of them didn't always – ever, actually – agree on things. Usually Coulson and May would find them fighting with one another claiming that the other was occupying his or her space. So, as soon as their dad showed up to call them to go upstairs, the two had the same reaction: they raised their arms in the air and claimed in unison:

"We were not fighting!"

On the upper floor, May had just walked Mimi to the door and, after breaking Grant and Skye apart, she had confiscated another Nerf gun. She was amazed and confused at the fact that she had already taken away three toy guns from them. It seemed like those things just sprung up out of nowhere. The woman took a seat on one of the two armchairs and sat Skye on her lap. Grant sat on the couch right next to his older brothers and watched them play.

"Can you guys pause the game now? Your father and I want to talk to you."

"Mom," Lance began, "you can't pause these games."

"Back in my day, games had a pausing menu," May said sarcastically.

"Well, imagine that you're on a field mission and you decide to stop for some reason," he tore his eyes from the screen to look at her, "do you think the assignment would be paused just because you stopped?"

May had to give him that one, it was a fair point. "We still want to talk to you all."

"We're two minutes away from the end," Trip told her, "and I'm about to kick his butt."

Lance stared at the screen with his mouth open as the sound of a grenade filled the silence of the room. The virtual grenade blew and Lance's character died.

"You didn't just do that," the British boy said. Trip laughed. "You're a dick, Trip."

"Language!" May warned.

"Wha – but he was a dick," May intensified her gaze over him, "Sorry."

"No, don't," the mother said looking at Skye once she opened her mouth to ask something. "It's a bad word and your brother is lucky your grandmother isn't here. She'd make him wash his tongue with soap."

Coulson reentered the room with Jemma and Leo. He sat in the other armchair as the boy crawled up to his lap and his sister sat on the couch among her big brothers.

"So, why you want to talk to us?" Grant asked, looking between his parents.

The man took the lead, "We want to tell you that… we're welcoming a new person into this family, a seventh Coulson."

"Is it a girl?" Skye tilted her head back to look at May, "Please tell me it's a girl. There're so many boys already."

"Excuse you," Lance retorted, "If we're getting another girl that will mean that we'll have to listen to Frozen songs a million more times. You and Jemma singing "Let it Go" five hundred times a day is enough."

"We don't know yet if it is a boy or a girl," May spoke, putting an end to what would soon be a fight between siblings.

Leo frowned, "You're adopting a child and you don't if it's a boy or a girl? If that's so, why don't you adopt a monkey?"

Coulson chuckled, "We're not adopting. That's why we're having this conversation. Your mother is pregnant," All heads immediately turned to her. "We were going to find out today if we're having a boy or a girl but the baby had its back turned to the screen."

"Oh," Grant crooned, "so that is why we're having this talk."

"What do you mean, Grant?" his father asked.

Lance looked at Coulson, stating what for them was obvious, "We're adopted and you're having a kid. A kid that is yours, not someone else's."

"Oh no, this is exactly we wanted to having this conversation with you," May said. "All of you are the same to us, regardless of being biological or adopted. This baby will change a lot of things in this house but it won't change the way we treat each one of you."

There was silence in the house, something that was abnormal. The kids were looking between each other and their parents. A baby meant a great deal, and Coulson and May weren't expecting everyone to be on the same page right away. They knew that the kids would feel some repulsion automatically towards the newcomer and that they'd think they'd be set aside and not loved as much as the biological child.

"Alright, we were expecting this," Coulson admitted. "We know it's hard."

Trip shyly raised his hand, "How do I do it now? I can't look after them and a baby."

May smiled, "We've got that covered. We're going to offer Mimi the chance to become your nanny, at least while we're working. And we're going to reward you for taking care of your siblings so well all this time."

Trip coyly smiled and looked down.

"We're serious," his father assured him.

The teenager nodded his head and silence settled in again.

"Oh, come on, guys," Coulson spoke enthusiastically, "you all look like we've just told you that your hamster died."

"Cheeko died?" Jemma asked, her eyes widening in horror.

"No, sweetie. It was just a comparison. Although I don't know how it is still living. Anyway," he shook his head, "your mother and I thought of something. This baby will need a name and who better to help us with it than you all? We'll leave a paper on the fridge's door and each one of you will get the chance to pick one name for the baby. Then, since we are pro-democracy in this house, we'll go to voting to choose the baby's name once we know the gender."

"What's a democracy?" Skye asked.

"It's a system where everyone gets involved in the decision making," Jemma explained.

May left them with a warning, "Even though this is a democracy, I don't want any idiot names on the list, understood? You only get one suggestion, but if it's a stupid one you lose your chance of suggesting and voting."

"Is roly-poly chubby-cheeked pooping-machine a bad suggestion?" Lance smirked.

"Yes," she answered nonchalantly.

By the end of the week, the paper on the fridge door already had six names. The kids were all quick to make their suggestions, and Coulson just couldn't resist but take the piece of paper to their bedroom and show it to May. She was stepping out of the bathroom when they crossed paths. The disgusted expression on her face said 'I've been throwing up' before she could even get the words out. Her husband offered a small smile and placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to relieve her knotted muscles as they walked to the bedroom. May moaned quietly, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Keep doing that and my shoulders might not be the only thing you'll be touching tonight," she said.

Coulson smirked and raised a brow, pressing a kiss on the side of her neck, "That sex drive is shooting up like crazy."

"My whole hormones are going crazy. Be happy I still want you around. Some women don't even like their husbands coming near them." When she stopped to open the bedroom door, he stopped with his massage too, "And it's all just washing away."

"Really, that quickly?"

"You were working those fingers real good, you know?"

"I'll keep that in mind," he smirked and gave her the small piece of paper. "For now I wanted to show you this. When I was coming upstairs I realized there were six suggestions on the list already."

"There were only two yesterday," May pointed out, sitting in bed with her back resting against the headboard.

"That's why I brought the paper," he told her as he began taking off his suit.

May read the names, associating the calligraphy to each of the kids, "There's Wesley here. I think it's Jemma's handwriting."

Jemma actually wanted to suggest the name of an important scientist. She ended up settling on Wesley when she was watching TV and one investigator named Wesley was talking about his work. The girl liked how the name sounded.

"Skye suggested Margaret. That's… odd. I thought she'd be going for Frozen characters."

"I heard her and Jemma talking about it," Coulson said, turning to face his wife as he unbuttoned his shirt, "and they agreed they wouldn't go for Elsa, Anna, Hans or whatever the other characters are." May was staring him, not exactly paying attention to what he was saying, "Am I arousing you by taking off my shirt?"

"Yes," she closed her eyes and sighed, looking down at the paper again, "I think this is Grant's idea: Abigail."

Manny, Floyd or Ali were amazing names… for boxers. Grant really wanted his little brother to have a cool name, but eventually he realized that the baby could actually turn out to be a little girl. And if that was the scenario she'd need a suave but also strong name. Abigail sounded just right – that and because he didn't really know what else to suggest.

Coulson came to sit down in bed next to his wife, the two reading the paper. The only suggestions left were Trip's, Lance's and Leo's. The youngest boy wanted the baby to have a normal name. He was picked on at school just because his name was Leopold; his little sibling deserved a more normal name. But not something that common either. Leo considered reading a book on the issue because he didn't want to suggest something as vulgar as Matthew but also nothing that striking as Maverick. Therefore, he settled on, "Sebastian," Coulson read, "that's Leo's suggestion, not Lance's."

"Well, he and Lance do both have messy handwriting. But," May looked at her husband, "if Leo suggested Sebastian, then Lance came up with Juliette. And that's something amazing coming from him."

The man smiled, "I think it's because of my mother. He kept on asking me if I thought she'd be happy with the baby, so I guess he didn't want to blatantly write down Julie."

"Either ways, it was a nice choice. So that leaves Charles as Trip's idea."

"I think now we both get the chance to suggest something too. We're down to three boy names, and three girl names."

May nodded, "What do you have in mind?"

"Avalyn. And you? Thought of any name?"

"Phillip."

"Are you sure?" he asked, cocking his head.

"It's my choice, Phil. Each one of us gets to have a say and I say Phillip."

He grinned and leaned to her side, kissing her, "How about we…" he pecked her lips, "think of the baby names…" he kissed her again, "another time?"

May stretched her hand back, putting the paper sheet over the bedside table. She pulled him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, "You know what you're doing, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then do it fast because… because this kid is making my hormones go crazy and I'm… needy," she admitted with a blush.

"Uhm," he hummed, pressing his body over hers, lying down on top of her, "I'll be really slow. Just for the torture."

"Don't you dare, Phil," May warned sternly.

"It doesn't matter if that's what you want or not," he whispered into her lips, "I can control you tonight. And you want me so bad."

"Don't you dare torture me, Coulson. Don't. Be. Slow. I'm begging you."

"Give it a few more minutes and I'll give you something to beg about," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

I asumed that now you're going to review and vote on the poll. I'll be good and give you a hint for what's to happen in the next chapter: Bad girl shenanigans. Skye and Jemma go to a university's dorm to... haha, you'll get to know next chapter! :)