Sorry this took me forever! This is for the lovely @blancasplayground for the prompt “surviving the zombie apocalypse” and FS.
Fitz carefully checked to make sure the goggles had a tight seal and tugged on a pair of gloves. A thought struck him and he turned to Jemma.
“Do we have a hazmat suit around here?”
Jemma pursed her lips and shook her head slowly. “Of course not. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to brave it.”
He loved her dearly, but she never fully appreciated what was on the line. It had been like that since the day they met.
“Simmons, I don’t think you understand. There is goo in my ear from that...that—”
Jemma tilted her head to the side and his words came to a halt.
“Oh, of course, Fitz. I have no idea how to deal with bodily fluids. But it’s not a zombie apocalypse.”
“No, it’s not.” That he could have dealt with.
“She’s your daughter, Fitz, and she’s sick. I’d clean it up myself but I have the baby to get down.”
“Yeah, no, I know.” He took a steadying breath. He could do this.
“Daddy?” A small, stuffy-sounding voice called to him. He really hated it when she was sick.
“Be right there, Maddie.” Turning to Jemma he added, “The next time a child throws up on me, you have to clean it up.”
“Deal.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now go get her cleaned up and back to bed and if we’re lucky, then both kids will be asleep before it gets too late.”
She gave him a smile as she pushed him towards Maddie’s room that reminded him he really was the luckiest man in the universe.
