Jemma stood in the nursery with a Freya in her arms, bouncing her gently and being all cute. (here's jemma!)
“I never ge’ tired of this,” Fitz said softly, watching Simmons from the doorway, arms folded. “My beau’iful wife, holdin’ my beau’iful daughter, with my two han’some sons nearby.” They seemed to have been taken good care of, in his mother’s company, although the engineer was sad when he spoke next. “They go’ big while I was locked up. An’ then frozen.”
Jemma grinned at him and raised an eyebrow slightly as Freya let out an excited squeal when she saw her dad. “They did. And Truffles and Sophie are somewhere near by...”













