Hahahaha can I request Fitzsimmons + 83 please? :)
For some reason this prompt list has me spending a lot of time thinking about fs having a baby so I hope you're okay with the direction I took this.
And thank you for being patient with me :)
83: Bring your pretty little butt over here.
Jemma purses her lips slightly before puckering them into the mirror. She leans back to inspect the outcome of all her work.
“Perfect,” she whispers as her eyes roam over the curls that now frame her face before flitting over her makeup.
It’s their first time really going out since Daniel was born, fancy parties are not common in the spy life unless one is attending them undercover. Somehow she thinks it’s more fun to get dressed up for a party when she’s actually an invited guest.
“Jemma,” she hears Fitz call from outside the bathroom, “come see your handsome men all dressed up.” An hour ago, she had jumped up when she heard signs of Daniel waking up but Fitz had forced her into their bedroom to get ready instead. As much as she had relished that time alone, she is worried about just what she is going to find when she opens that door.
Jemma gets up from her vanity and crosses the small bathroom, pauses a second and then opens the door- and she laughs.
Fitz is standing at the end of their bed- dressed in her favorite suit with the tie that matches his eyes- and in his arms, Daniel looks like a miniature version of his father with a shirt to match Fitz’s tie and a tiny black waistcoat.
“Hey! What’s so funny?” Fitz asks, bouncing slightly as Daniel gets a little fussy.
“Nothing, love,” Jemma says quietly, leaning against the door frame. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“What? Didn’t think I could dress my own son without mucking it up?”
“I never said that,” Jemma says, holding her hand up to cover her growing smirk.
“Mhmm. You didn’t have to,” Fitz grumbles even as his smile gives him away.
“I’m sorry,” Jemma sighs. “Now bring your pretty little butt over here so I can kiss you.”
“Are you talking to me or Daniel?” Fitz asks, making faces at his son.
“Alright, alright,” Fitz sighs. “Let’s see if our little guy can make it on his own,” he coos, bouncing Daniel in the air before setting him carefully on his own feet and pointing him toward Jemma. “Can you walk to Mama, Daniel? Walk to Mama,” Fitz whispers, keeping his hands steady until Daniel moves to wobble across the small distance between them.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Jemma cheers quietly as she bends down to open her arms to her son. “Look at our little walker go!” she pretends to yell as he topples into her arms before she peppers his small cheeks with light kisses. “He’s growing so fast,” she laments, meeting Fitz’s eyes as they both rise to their feet.
“He looks more like you every day,” Fitz smiles, coming to stand next to Jemma so that he can put his arm around her.
“Well scientifically speaking-” Jemma starts before Fitz cuts her off with a kiss of his own. “Well, excuse me,” she huffs after he pulls away.
“I believe I was asked for a kiss,” he explains. “Besides, you’ve explained that bit of science before, remember?” he chides as he turns to the bed to retrieve their coats.
“Oh, we’d better get going,” Jemma says, ignoring his question. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late for the party.”
“Can’t have that can we?” Fitz asks, his attention returning to Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to mess up Mummy’s reputation for promptness, now would we?”
“Oh, Fitz,” Jemma sighs. “Now can we please go?”
“Just one more thing,” Fitz says, pulling Daniel back into his arms.
“You look absolutely, beautiful, Jem. I just had to make sure I told you that before we left.” Jemma blushes at his words and she smiles as Daniel babbles something in her direction. “I believe that was him agreeing with me,” Fitz laughs.
“I think he was actually commending you for how you dressed him,” Jemma replies.
“So does that mean you’ll let me dress him more often?” Fitz jokes, taking her arm in his own and leading her out into the hallway.
“Don’t count on it,” Jemma says before catching Daniel’s eyes and winking.
send me a ship and a number and I’ll write you a drabble
(i’ll work on them until i have no more to answer)
