Day 25-
Fitz didn't think he could feel anymore scared than when he had watched Jemma being swallowed by that rock on the monitor, so many months ago. But he was wrong.
Oh he was so very wrong.
Time at the hospital blurred into a series distinct moments.
Arrival. He remembered them arriving at the hospital. Snapping at the Director and the relief in Jemma's face when he said he wasn't letting her out of his sight.
The birth was all a blur. He'd been separated from Jemma so he could be put in medical scrubs and sanitised. The sounds of Jemma screaming would haunt his nightmares for months (if not years) to come. Then he was next to her, feeling useless as he held her hand, giving her words of comfort and not able to do anything else just before she was drugged and taken to emergency surgery. Why the hell couldn't he do anything to help her?
The next moment he can actually remember is when he saw her for the first time. She was just so small. And red. And wrinkly. And covered in things he'd rather not think about. And squirming in a wild and jerky movement. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was perfect. Like he could expect any different from Jemma, but still…
When the cry escaped her tiny lips Fitz felt his world reduced to just her. She had Jemma's nose, he couldn't help but notice.
His heart swelled and in that instant he knew there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for this tiny squirming person before him.
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Hope you all have a happy Christmas day however you choose to spend the day.











