The Past Haunts us- BOOK TWO

Chapter 22: Back me up

 
WARNING: LIGHT SMUT
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The last few days had been better than the previous, but of course, we knew it was wouldn't stay that way. It's SHIELD. So when the speakers roared once again yesterday, we weren't exactly surprised. Not even upset. Being SHIELD agents taught us to value the time we had off. And honestly, the last few days had been one of the longest time periods we had gotten off.

Maternity leave starts in two weeks and then I'm off for a year. Phil starts his leave a few days before the due date. And it ends two months before mine.

Phil had become director again, against his own judgement. So, I had seen him less than usual in the last week. Yesterday, he had received a call from Fury himself. Since then, I've barely talked to him. Sure, we stole kisses in his office occasionally while I worked on paperwork with him and helped him make decisions but we didn't necessarily talk.

So, when I heard rumours, while walking down the hallway, about him being out of control, I rushed to his office and shut the door behind me.

He looked up with a tired smile, he had a report open in-front of him and a pile of them on the couch.

I sighed and walked over to him, "You okay?"

"Yeah." I raised an eyebrow, "No." He sighed.

"I'm missing you. And the baby."

I stood behind him and kneeled down to kiss his forehead, "You can always get Mack or Daisy to take over."

"Maybe," He looked up at me, "Just Maybe. Maria can take over ."

"Did you ask her?"

"Yes. She said that she'll look into it."

I massaged his shoulders and he sighed, "I'm sorry."
I raised an eyebrow, "I've been an idiot. I don't know why I said yes to the Director proposal."

"I know why you did it. And I know that you know too."

He sighed and rubbed my knuckles, "Let's go to bed."

"You done?"

"Eh, no. But I never get fully done."

I rolled my eyes and moved away from him, "I'll help you finish up."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to. I want my husband to come to bed with me. I want to cuddle. Bad."

He chuckled, "Let's do this."

We worked on the reports together and got through the whole pile in an hour. I sighed as I slumped back into the couch. "This would've been a lot easier if I could've had wine."

"True." He smiled, "Thank you."

"Always." I whispered and smiled at him as he sat beside me. I cuddled closer.

"Wanna go to bed now?"

"Just a few minutes like this."

I unconsciously rubbed my belly, thoughts ran through my mind. We had been through a lot. Together. He had died, for god's sake! So has she! So many things could go wr-

"What's up?" He turned around to face me.

I bit my lip, "Just thinking."

He placed his hand above mine, which rested on my stomach. "It'll be fine, Lin." Oh, damn him for knowing her so well.

I sighed and pulled myself up. I held my hand out for him, "C'mon. Let's go to bed."

He took the offered hand.

We walked to our room with joined hands in silence. Our dorm was in the same area as Phil's office so we wouldn't risk being caught in love.

We reached our dorm and against my way better judgment, I pushed him against the back of the door and kissed him. Hard. He moaned and opened his mouth to me. I followed and our tongues joined. His hands roamed my back, I bit back a moan. My hand gripped his hair as he explored my mouth.

Suddenly, the lights went on but we still continued.

"OH MY GOD! Guys! WHAT THE FUCK?!" We  pulled apart. I bit my lip and buried by head into Phil's neck. I had forgotten, Daisy was living here, for a moment.

"I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT. ALSO, YOU'RE PREGNANT."

I took a deep breath and turned around to look at a horrified Daisy glaring at us.

"It's been a long week." I bit my lip and held back a grin.

"So you decided to make out in the living room?!" She exaggerated, "In front of me?!"

"We forgot."

"Forgot? About me? Your own daughter?"

"Well, I don't even know why we're having this conversation. If I remember correctly, I caught you having sex three years ago."

She blushed, "I used the bedroom though. Not the fucking kitchen!" She argued back.

I sighed, "Phil? Back me up." I looked at him and chuckled.

His hair was disheveled and so was his shirt. His cheeks were bright red.

"Oh, you dork."