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Surprises

Jemma Simmons and Leopold Fitz have been together for 4 years.

They met at the S.H.I.E.L.D academy and worked for them for a while, but soon after Hydra attacks, they quit.

They wanted to live a normal life.

Of course they kept in contact with everyone, but it was only every so often.

They had moved into a small two bedroom house and were loving it.

After 7 years, they finally pronounced their love for each other and decided to give this dating thing a shot.

They loved every minute of it.

Simmons was worried, she hadn't been feeling so good lately.

She was nauseous, gaining weight rapidly, and was hungry all the time.

She eventually made an appointment with the doctor, who inspected her some.

Then, he suggested some things.

Glucose problems, these wouldn't explain hungry problems though.

But the one suggestion, scared her to death.

Pregnancy.

"I-I'm pregnant?" She had asked the doctor, worry in her voice.

"All of your symptoms meet the same pregnancy symptoms, we may need to give you a pregnancy test."

Jemma gave a small nod, swallowing hard as they walked down the hallway.

"Step into this room, please."

~

Skye and Jemma stepped into the house, as Skye rambled on about her and Coulson and May.

She was trying to pay attention but she was so nervous.

She took a pregnancy test two days ago, and had no results yet.

As much as she loved kids, she had set plans for the future. Her and Fitz both did.

"Am I boring you?" Skye interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh, uhm, no. Sorry, I was just thinking about stuff."

"Where is Fitz?" She asked, looking around the house.

Jemma didn't know, but she didn't want him here when she got the call.

She had told no one about it and she hoped Skye was still here when he called. She'd take it well, unlike many others.

The phone began to ring.

Jemma slowly walked to it and checked caller I.D.

AU Health.

She cleared her throat and slowly picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Jemma Simmons, this is Doctor Rickard. I am calling with your results of your pregnancy test."

Oh god, she felt like she was going to vomit.

"Y-yes."

It went silent.

"You are pregnant. 6 weeks along, to be exact. We'll start making appointments after a few more weeks. AU Health looks forward to taking care of you during your happy time."

"Thank you," she said, putting the phone back on the receiver.

She must've looked worried, or sickly, because Skye noticed something was wrong.

"Simmons, what's wrong with you? You look like you're going to be sick."

And she thought she would be too.

"Skye, come sit down please."

They both walked over to her couch and sat down, quickly. Both were nervous.

"Uhm. That was my doctor. I haven't been feeling well lately, and I recently went to have a checkup. He immediately knew what was wrong, but we had to test to be sure."

She knew that Skye was aware, but didn't want to disrupt her.

"Skye, I'm pregnant."

Her mouth dropped open and her hand flew up to her mouth.

"Simmons? Pregnant? Oh my god, Fitz. He's going to be so happy!"

A smile appeared on Jemma's face then quickly faded.

"What if, what if he doesn't want a baby?"

Skye let her smile drop too.

"He will, I know Fitz."

~

"Jemma, I'm home," Fitz yelled, looking around for his girlfriend.

She peered her head around the corner and let out a small giggle.

"Hi, babe," she planted a kiss on his lips and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He grunted as he tried to keep ahold of her.

He smiled and put his forehead on hers.

"You're in a good mood," he said, curiously.

"I have a reason to be."

He lifted one of his eyebrows and gave her a questioning look.

"I have a surprise for you."

"I hate surprises, Jemma," he sighed.

"Okay, fine."

She tried to unravel her legs from his waist and he held onto them.

"Wait, fine. What is it?"

She let a small smile reached her face as she began.

"Well, we may have to redecorate the office. Maybe with some pink or blue."

His eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth to speak.

"Jemma, are you?"

She quickly nodded, biting her lip.

"I'm pregnant, Fitz!"

He let out a chuckle and then let his mouth drop.

"I'm going to be a daddy!"

Jemma kissed him and he began to ramble on about genders and other baby things.

She put a finger up to his lips and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Let's go, uh, celebrate."

Fitz smiled and threw his bag down, carrying her into their bedroom.