Could I request a sequel to the Momma!May and Jemma wedding fic??? It was so amazing!
“Have you told him yet?” Mayasked, coming up behind Jemma and making the younger woman jump slightly, hereyes going quickly from her tablet to the specialist’s face.
“Um… no,” Jemma admitted, feelingher cheeks heat. “We got a bit distracted.” May rolled her eyes at theresponse, leaning against the counter.
“Jemma. What’s going on?”
“It was our wedding night. We hadother things on our minds,” Jemma rushed, not meeting the older woman’s gaze. “AndI’m still responsible for Elena’s care and then we’re attempting to figure outthe rift and if there’s anything we can do for Coulson and –”
“Jemma.”
“I’m… worried. About hisreaction,” Jemma confessed after a few moments of tense silence, tapping onefinger against the frame of the tablet, knowing that May would get the truthout of her sooner or later. When May didn’t say anything else, Jemma sighed,moving until she could sit down in one of the office chairs.
“What are you worried about?” thespecialist queried after a beat, watching how Jemma wrung her hands, the tabletdiscarded on the table. She hadn’t seen Jemma so insecure since after Hydra,the younger woman often withdrawn and hesitant, fear and sorrow simmeringbeneath her skin at how dismissive Fitz had been with her.
“What if he doesn’t wantchildren?” Jemma blurted, unable to stop the tears that immediately pooled inher eyes. “We… we never really talked about it. About the possibility of havinga child. I know he doesn’t hate children but after the way his father was… bothhere in reality and in the Framework I just… what if he doesn’t want this?”
“How Fitz’s father was isn’t a determinantof what Fitz is going to be like as a parent,” May started.
“I know that, but what if Fitzdoesn’t think that way? He’s… we’ve still not really had time to talk aboutwhat all happened in there. Or in space. The future. Whatever. I just… what ifhe’s not ready?” Jemma rushed, trying to wipe the tears from her face butfailing miserably, more continuing to fall with each breath she took. May movedover to her then, taking the other woman’s hands in her own.
“If I know one thing about Fitzafter all this time is that he will love anything if it has to do with you. Noone is ever ready to become a parent. Not really,” May said.
“The timing is horrible,” Jemmasighed.
“It might not be the best, but itgives you something both to fight for. Something to look forward to,” Mayinsisted, stroking over Jemma’s knuckles. “I know it seems almost impossible,but you have to talk to him about it. The only way you’re going to know how hefeels if talking. Fitz loves you more than anything. He’ll be shocked, yes, buthe’s going to be happy.” Jemma sniffed, nodding as she looked down at thefloor.
“I… maybe next week –”
“Simmons.” May’s hard tone madeJemma blush.
“Right. I… um… I should tell him.Soon. Sooner than next week.”
“Tell me what?” Fitz’s voicequeried, concern laced around the words as he came into the room, his eyesscanning Jemma’s tear stained face and flushed cheeks. May gave Jemma’s hands asqueeze before she got up, heading for the door, a soft touch against Fitz’sshoulder her only communication with him as she moved into the hallway.“Jemma?”
Jemma looked over at her husband,seeing the worry etched on his features as he moved to kneel in front of her,cupping her cheek with one hand while the other stroked her hair back and outof her face.
“I… I have something to tell you.And… and I don’t know how you’re going to react,” Jemma breathed, a fresh waveof tears overtaking her.
“Jemma, Love, what’s going on?You’re scaring me,” Fitz admitted. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“I wanted to tell you last nightbut – but I was scared. We… we haven’t talked about it and I want it Fitz, somuch. And I’m terrified that you don’t-”
“Jemma, please.”
“I’m pregnant.” She said thewords on an exhale, hiccupping the moment the were finally out. Fitz blinked upat her, mouth working but no sound coming out as he tangled his fingers in herhair, wedding band warm from his skin where it pressed against her ear.
“We’re…. we’re having a baby?” heasked, voice so hopeful that Jemma’s heart seized in her chest. She bit herlip, nodding, watching as he started to cry. Within seconds he was kissing her,laughing through tears. “We’re having a baby!”She couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, arms banding around his neck.
“Yeah, we are.”