A/N: Just checking: you guys – those who don't follow me on Tumblr – know that there's a whole chronology for my fics featuring Skyeward's daughters, right?

Naptime

Skye fell in love with this house the moment she first entered it, and there are many places in it that she absolutely adores, but this one – the wide, padded windowsill on the second floor hallway, overlooking the back yard –, is definitely close to the top. She has no actual idea how Heaven would feel like, but stretching out on the soft cushions, her half-naked body – her dress fluttering out, only buttoned over her breasts, leaving her legs and stomach bare – bathing in the sunlight filtered through the branches of the great tree in front of the window must be close.

"Hey," she hears a soft voice from behind her back, and she slightly, lazyly turns her head.

"Hey," she answers as Grant walks up to her, shirtless in the heat, and sits down on the floor by her head. "How did it go?"

His lips curl into a smile.

"It was a tough fight," he answers, keeping his voice down, "but she is finally down."

Skye chuckles, then reaches out, places her hand on his head, and playfully pushes him away.

"Cinderella?"

"And Little Red Riding Hood," he nods chuckling. "She put up a real resistance today," he says all solemnly, making Skye shake with silent laughter. Of course – Haylie is reaching that age when she stubbornly loves to insist she doesn't need an afternoon nap. "And what about this one?" he asks then, leaning his head on her breasts, so he is facing her belly.

Smiling, she places her hand on the gentle curve of her bump, as the taut, uncovered, slightly glimmering skin peeks through the unbuttoned folds of her long, light dress.

"A-ah," she says, shaking her head softly. "Not exactly. I just felt her turn around a bit ago."

Just over halftime with her second pregnancy, she can already feel how different this is child from Haylie.

"It's a bit strange," she says, right hand caressing her belly, while the fingers of her left are buried in his hair. "She's so much… calmer than Haylie was." Haylie was always fidgeting, kicking and turning while she was in her belly, constantly demanding attention; this baby is more subdued, gentler. She moves around, she lets Skye know she's there, but she does it in a shier fashion.

"That's good," Grant murmurs, nuzzling his face against her chest. "I don't know what we would do with another little, overactive monkey."

This makes Skye laugh again.

"Just don't let Fitz hear that you're adopting his nickname – he'll either be jealous, or will get overly eager about it, and we have more than enough monkey stuff as it is."

Grant merely snorts at that.

"But if she is a monkey – you weren't home then, but the day before yesterday I had to pull her off the top of the sideboard. She just climbed on, that little monkey," he says softly, then sighs against her skin. "All I'm saying is having a calmer kid wouldn't be too bad."

She doesn't say a thing for a while, just caresses her belly – until her baby makes herself known again, kicking gently against her palm, making Skye smile.

"What will we do with two kids?" she asks after a while, more from herself than form him.

"We'll manage," he assures her, his eyelids dropping, either out of contentment or because of tiredness. "We have handled worse."

"Like megalomaniacs striving for world domination?"

"Exactly. And aliens wreaking havoc on the streets."

"Evil organizations coming out of the shadows."

"Your father."

"Which one?"

"Touché," he admits, making both of them laugh. Then the comfortable silence envelops them again, his face pillowed on her breast, his skin warm under her fingertips; his sleepiness slowly seeps into her, too, making it difficult to keep her eyes open.

"Hey," she says softly, making him look up at her. "While our little monkey princess is sleeping, what do you say about a proper nap? Like in bed, not on the floor?" she adds with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows. "You know, I could use some throughout cuddling."

She has barely finished the sentence when he is already on his feet, his arms slipping under her knees and around her back, lifting her up in bridal style; she lets out a little, startled squeal, careful not to wake Haylie.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says, kissing her as he starts walking towards their bedroom.