297 from the prompt list please :)
Fitzsimmons + 297. I think you might be pregnant.
I hope you don’t mind that I added a bit of Daisy in to the first part here :)
Jemma leans her head against the cold, tile wall behind her and rubs at her eyes thinking that maybe what she had just seen wasn’t real and it would vanish if only she thought hard enough.
“Jemma…” she can hear Daisy whisper from beside her as a hand comes to rest lightly on her shoulder. “What are you thinking…?”
Jemma does not answer her friend, instead, sighing and moving her hands so that they cover her entire face.
“Are you okay, Jems?” Daisy asks and Jemma can hear her friend settling onto the ground beside her.
“I just don’t know what’s happened…” Jemma sighs as she finally uncovers her face and turns to look at Daisy.
“Well… I’m not the one with a biology degree…” Daisy jokes dryly, “but I think you might be pregnant.”
“I know that, Daisy,” Jemma huffs, a laugh escaping with the words despite the distress that still covers her face. “I just don’t know how it’s happened…”
“Jemma Anne Simmons!” Daisy exclaims, her words colored with an affected tone of shock. “Did your mum not talk to you about the birds and the bees?”
“Oh Daisy…” Jemma sighs, her growing frustration with her best friend showing in her voice.
“Hey you’re the one that said it, not me,” Daisy says holding her hands up between them as if defending herself.
“I just meant that I thought we’d been more careful than that. I mean we-”
“Stop right there,” Daisy interrupts. “If you ever want to see me again, you will not finish that sentence.”
Jemma ignores her friend’s outburst as she closes her eyes to think again. “I’m gonna have to tell Fitz…” she finally whispers after a few moments.
“Yeah… that would probably be important. How are you gonna do it?”
“That is a really good question…”
Later that day, Jemma paces across the kitchen of her and Fitz’s apartment as she waits for him to return from working with Mack. She stops in her tracks when she hears the sound of his key in the lock. She takes a deep breath and then he opens the door.
“Hey Jem,” he says with a smile when he sees her. “I thought you were planning to work late today.”
Jemma leans up against the edge of the kitchen island for support as he crosses the entry way to stand on the opposite side of it.
“I came home early,” Jemma mumbles. “Wasn’t feeling too well.”
“Oh no,” Fitz soothes, walking around the island to place a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. “I know you said something about feeling off yesterday, as weel. I hope it’s nothing too serious,” he says when he pulls back, replacing their lost contact with a gentle hand on her arm.
“Well no…” Jemma starts, looking away from his eyes to where his thumb is rubbing small circles across her sweater. “But it is something we need to talk about…”
“What are you getting on about?” Fitz asks softly, the pace of his words betraying the worry he always tries to hide from her. “Jemma, are you alright?” He gently reaches his other hand between them to pull her chin back up so he can meet her eyes. “You’re starting to worry me.”
“I’m fi- well we’re fine rather…” Jemma finally whispers.
“We’re…?” Fitz asks, puzzled by her choice of words. “Well, of course, I’m fine, Jem. We are talking about you.”
“Not me and you…” Jemma trails off. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her eyes locked onto his. “Me and… the baby…”
“The…” Fitz stares at Jemma, unable to say more. His eyes break away from hers to flit down to her stomach, lingering there a moment before he meets her eyes one again. “Baby…?”
“Surprise,” Jemma says quietly, tensing as she waits for him to respond.
Fitz pulls her into a tight embrace, lifting her feet off the floor and twirling them both slowly. “Are you serious?” he asks after he returns her to the floor. “Are we really having a baby?”
Jemma cannot help but mirror the smile that has taken over his face. “So you’re happy?”
“Of course I am, Jemma!” Fitz exclaims, reaching his hands up to place them on either side of her face before kissing her deeply. “Aren’t you…?” he asks nervously after he pulls back.
“I am,” Jemma asserts quickly, seeing his body relax at her words. “I was just nervous about how you’d take it. I know we both want to have kids but we’d always talked about waiting a bit longer so I wasn’t-” Jemma rambles until Fitz cuts her off with another quick kiss.
“I love you so much, Jemma Simmons,” Fitz assures her. “And I am ready to have a child with you,” he says as he places a hand gently against her stomach, “even if it’s coming a little earlier than we’d planned.”
Jemma closes the small distance between them and pulls him close so that she can rest her head against his chest. “I love you too, Leopold Fitz,” she says, smiling at the face she can imagine him pulling at the sound of his first name, “and I cannot wait to have a baby with you.”
“Just promise me one thing,” Fitz says, wrapping his arms around her. “If it’s a boy, we won’t name him Leopold?”
“Deal,” Jemma says as she settles against his chest so that she can better hear his heart beating inside.
send me a number and a ship and i’ll write you a drabble
(i’ll be working on anymore i get tomorrow since i need to go to bed now bc of work tomorrow morning :()
