Together or apart

Me and you

I wiped the tears away and sighed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired, hell, I even felt tired. Phil had moved into my apartment about a month ago and I have been out of the field, or even just SHIELD, since. Fury knows. My parents know. And Mrs. Coulson knows.

"Mel? I'm home. I got takeout." I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." I splashed water at my face so I didn't look like I had been crying for the last hour in the bathroom.

"Hey." He looked up from the laptop and smiled at me.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Tired." I pulled away from the short hug.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

He softly frowned, "I can tell when you're lying, May."

Screw it, "I was crying in the bathroom for an hour or so before you came home." I walked to the kitchen island and pulled out the takeout containers from the paper bag.

I heard him sigh but ignored him. I didn't want him to worry over her lying or the truth.

"Get my noodles?"

"Yes." He walked to me and pulled the paper bag towards himself, "Here, let me."

I scoffed and pulled the bag towards me, "Stop it."

"What?"

"I can get my own dinner, Phil."

"I just want to help."

"I don't need help." I gritted.

"Mel-," He started.

"Don't Mel me." I pulled my hand back from him.

He raised his hands and walked a step away from me.

"Hey, it's just me."

I clenched and unclenched my fists before facing him.

"Why do you care?"

"May.."

"No, I'm serious. Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you."

I scoffed, "A lot of people care about me. None of them are doing what you are."

"Fine. Wanna know? Because you are pregnant with my child. And I will do whatever I need to, to keep you both safe and protected. And I know you say it's not my fault. But it is."

I shook my head and walked past him to put the kettle on the stove.

"Whatever, Phil."

He sighed and walked away with his diner.

I gripped the side of the counter and squeezed my eyes shut. Shit.

I rubbed my face, "Shit." I mumbled.

An unwanted tear slipped down my cheek and I sighed.

We need our time apart. Not married, Melinda. I pulled the takeout container towards me and was welcomed by the scent of noodles.

I ate in silence, regretting my reaction to Phil actually caring.

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He was laying on the bed, probably sleeping. I slid into his arms and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Phil?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry." I bit my lip.

"Hey, it's fine."  He rubbed circles on my back.

"It's not. I hurt you."

"Mel, if your words could hurt me, I would've been long gone."

I shook my head and buried my head in the crook of his neck, "It's alright, May. I can tell when you need space."

"How are you so sure it'll work?"

"I know you. I know us. We've been through a lot in the last ten years or so. This is a lot, yeah. But it's not much compared to me almost dying."

I hummed, "I'm scared." There, I admitted it.

"I know. Me too." He kissed my forehead.

"Hey." I looked at him with tears streaming down my face, "It's fine."

He lowered his head to meet mine in the middle for a soft gentle kiss. I pulled away and pressed my head against his chest.

"Fucking hormones." I mumbled.

He snorted.

The last thing I felt before dozing off was Phil's hand forming soothing circles on my back and the feeling of warmth and comfort.

The feeling of home.
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Right, sorry about that long period of no updates. I started another fic on Ao3. It's called 'Go back to 1988' and it's under the same username. I'm going to end this in a few chapters so..

Yeah, byeee