#ch:grant

“I think I’m pregnant.” 

Ava couldn’t help but snort at that statement. “Trust me, I have been pregnant before, and this is not what it feels like. This is what it feels like when you eat way too much food at Thanksgiving.” Ava groaned, rubbing her stomach softly. It was true, they had way too much food tonight, but what could she say? Lucas’s mom was a fantastic cook, and she didn’t want to offend her by not trying some of everything. While at first, she definitely didn’t regret trying every type of food available, because it was delicious, now she was regretting eating so much. They both felt pretty bloated at this point. It took more effort than Ava would have liked to roll over on her side and face Lucas. “I don’t know though.” She reached out and rubbed her boyfriend’s bloated belly with a bit of a lazy grin. “You do have a bit of a five months belly going on there.” She couldn’t help but tease. Before he could respond though, they were interrupted by a slight snore from the end of the bed. It turned out that the turkey had not just wore them out, but their little girl as well. They both looked at each other and grinned, finding nothing more adorable in that moment than their little girl curled up by them fast asleep. 

“The baby is yours.” 

He needed to sit down. His brain felt as if it was filled to the brim with information. Grant had this feeling before. Whenever he got it, all he had to do was sit down and sort all of those thoughts, mostly codes of information, around in his head into those neat little boxes he always imagined. This piece of information wasn’t willing to be stuffed away though. After spending so much time concerned with finding Skye, he had never thought about what her reason for leaving might have been. Well, that was a lie, he had, but he had never in his thoughts considered this. He just thought she had gotten sick of him or didn’t want to be tied down anymore. Pregnancy though? His eyes traveled down to the noticeable swell of her stomach. It had not been what he had expected. Grant couldn’t even find the words to say while she stared him down, obviously waiting for him to say something. “Good to know.” He finally managed to choke out, wringing his hands in front of him to hide their shaking. He knew that he should say more, but he just couldn’t form any more words. A child … she was having a baby. His baby. He had never even thought about children. Most of his life he had just been concerned with finding his parents, and surviving. Settling down, getting married, having babies … It just hadn’t seemed all that important to him. Until now. Grant’s eyes found Skye’s face again, and he could see behind that hard mask of hers, a face he knew so well, that she was scared too. If he was feeling like this … He couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. “I … What do you want to do?” He asked her. 

“How about Adeline for a name?”

“Have you been looking up baby names for me, Grant?” Skye asked with a soft smile on her face as she rubbed her stomach gently. It was a habit that she had seemed to pick up lately she noticed. She was always touching her stomach, as if to protect her child from the outside world. It was even better when she closed her eyes. When she closed her eyes and focused, it wasn’t her hand stroking her stomach anymore, no, it was Grant’s. That was what she did now, closing her eyes so that she could better see what he himself was seeing. She could tell he was in a bedroom, actually she was fairly sure that it was a motel room. It wasn’t exactly high end, but just a regular room. She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed at the fact that he wasn’t near a mirror. Skye loved looking at him almost as much as she loved being able to imagine his touch on her skin. It was a double edged sword though because it just made her ache even more for the man’s real touch. The caress of his fingers against her skin would feel like heaven she knew. Much more so than the smooth, possessive grip Lincoln held her with. It didn’t help either that she was pregnant and constantly craving physical release from these sensations. Talking with Grant sometimes helped her take her mind off of that though. “I really like that name though. Where did you hear it?” She asked him curiously, nibbling on her bottom lip. 

“So I guess it’s true. Pregnancy does make you horny.”

Ophelia jumped at her boyfriend’s words, having totally been zoned out. Really though, how had he expected her to pay attention when he was walking around shirtless. Her boyfriend had the best abs that she had ever seen in her life, including photoshopped ones in magazines. Was she really expected not to stare? Especially when her hormones were all over the place like they were now. One second she wanted to cry at just how sweet it was that he was taking care of the whole apartment and making sure it was clean and baby proof for their future arrival, the next second she wanted to rip those pants off and have her way with him because he was seriously the sexiest guy that she had ever seen. Really, it was driving her a bit mad at this point. She wasn’t used to being this emotional over such silly things. She also wasn’t used to being this horny all the time either. Don’t get her wrong, she had always had what she considered to be a healthy sexual appetite. Probably even more so because of how good and sexy her boyfriend was. This was a bit ridiculous though even she knew it. Ophelia knew that she had been caught starting, licking her lips slightly, but she still couldn’t admit to it. “What are you talking about?” She asked innocently, her face flushing at her lie, hurrying to stuff a chip into her mouth. She hoped that maybe he would mistake the hungry look in her eyes for a different kind of hunger.

“I want to feel it kick.”

“Hard to do from so many miles away.” Cordelia replied, frowning slightly as she flipped through her phone in her hand. She was trying to avoid paying attention to the screen because she didn’t want to see Juniper’s face. She was afraid that she would start crying if she did honestly. She cried over everything these days. She spent three hours holed up in her room at the White House, crying her eyes out as she watched videos of puppy adoption stories. Yes, it was exactly as pathetic as it sounded. She didn’t have much else she could do at the moment though. She wasn’t ready to let the tabloids know that she was pregnant yet, and she was more than showing. It was pretty obviously honestly. She was stuck around the house as much as possible and whenever she ventured out in public she had to wear these awful hoodies that were about three sizes bigger than normal and sweatpants because they generally covered everything. Apparently everyone thought that she was depressed being away from her girlfriend. While she was depressed, and that was one of the reasons, it certainly wasn’t the only one. She hated being stuck inside. She hated not being able to express herself with her clothing choices. Especially since she had a whole closet full of adorable maternity clothes. Cordelia wasn’t used to hiding and was finding very quickly that she did not like it. Unfortunately though, they had decided to tell the world together, and they couldn’t do that until Juniper was back in the States. The only thing keeping her going these days was that little baby inside of her. “It’s a pretty amazing feeling though.” Cordelia admitted, rubbing her stomach gently, a soft smile forming on her face.

“Is it mine?”

Summer couldn’t help but be offended at his words. She knew that he didn’t mean them. He probably wasn’t even thinking about how his words were effecting her at the moment. No, at this point, Summer liked to think that she knew him well. She knew what must be going through his mind because it was the same thing that was going through hers. How did this happen? They were always so careful. She was on the pill. He wore condoms. Meyers knew exactly what an unexpected pregnancy could do to a relationship. He had first hand experience after all. How could he end up with two of them after all this time? What were the odds? She had to have had sex with someone else right? It was the only thing that made sense. The truth was though that Summer was one of the most loyal people that you would ever met, and she had never even had the slightest thought of cheating on Meyers. Not even if Norman Reedus had knocked on her door wanting her. She was all in with Meyers at this point and the fact that he couldn’t tell that hurt her more than she was willing to admit. It didn’t help that her emotions were already on edge in the first place after this discovery herself. It made her temper spark more than it really should have. “Yeah, in all my free time when I’m not at school or working or out on dates with you or helping you watch Charlotte I’ve been fucking around you. So sorry I finally got caught.” She snapped at him.

"Stay with me. Come on, just a littlelonger." 

Breathing was becoming difficult and shewasn’t sure if she would be able to speak. There were so many things she wantedto say to the woman hovering over her. All Rian wanted to tell her was how muchshe meant to her, to finally get over her fear and tell the other girl how muchshe loved her. She didn’t think she’d ever get that chance now. God, why hadn’tshe been paying better attention? The first rule of being outside you learn asa child is to look both fucking ways when you cross the street. She did herbest to focus her thoughts back on Maisie, but it was becoming harder andharder to do so. All she wanted to do was exactly what Maisie was asking her todo, but she just didn’t think that was going to happen. She squeezed the othergirls hand, wanting to get the ‘I love you’ out but when she tried all shecould do was cough, something hot and thick leaving her mouth as she did so.The world around her became even more fuzzy and she focused her eyes up at thebeautiful woman in front of her, praying and hoping she knew just how much sheloved her.

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake,okay? Don't sleep."

His eyelids had never felt this heavybefore. Ward had had his fair share of bullet wounds, but this felt didn’t.There was always so much pain and an acute awareness of things around him. Thistime though was different, there was no pain, and actually he felt a weirdsense of peacefulness. It was something he had never really felt in his entirelife, and he was fairly sure it was because of the voice he could hear speakingto him. Skye was his peacefulness, the only good thing in this life of his. Shehad always been there for him, they had always been there for each other evenwhen they hadn’t even know it and he was immensely glad she was going to be thelast thing he saw in this world. “I’m tired. Lay down with me?” He asked with a smile on his face whilehe tried to lift his hand to pull her closer towards him, but he found his mindand body didn’t want to cooperate with him and all he managed was to twitch hisfingers.

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to staywith me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

Wyn nodded her head at his words, notable to get any words of her own out with all the pain she was feeling at themoment. The meeting they had been at had went wrong so quickly, and before sheeven knew what was happening bullets were flying. The bullet had went straightthrough her and from everything she had heard that was a good sign, granted shehad only always seen that on and in movies but she was going to take it as agood sign for now. “Lee I can hear you just fine. I don’t think I’m dying sodon’t go freaking out on me, okay?” She said, trying to give him a smile beforewincing from the pain that shot through her side. “You think this is going toleave a badass scar? Cause I better get something for all this damn pain.” Shecomplained, as she looked up at the man beside her suddenly becoming very angryas she noticed all of her blood on him. “I want him dead.” She demanded him, referringto the man who had sent a bullet through her, brushing her hand against hischeek as she looked at the worry in his eyes.

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still bealive." 

Celeste just laid there for a moment,letting the ringing in her head subside. She wasn’t exactly sure what hadhappened. The last thing she could remember was dancing on a chair to the musicblasting through their room, but now she was lying flat on her back on theground and she was fairly certain her head was bleeding based on the warmth shefelt there. When she heard Talisa’s voice speaking to her though she couldn’thelp but giggle, that giggle soon quickly turning into a fully blown laugh attack.“I’m alive!” She yelled dramatically between her laughter, as she bolted upright and threw her hands in the hair. “Oh gosh, my head hurts though.” Shetold her, putting a hand to her forehead. “I shouldn’t have sat up that fast,”The girl said before she fell into a fit of laughter again.

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm sosorry."

There was no need forhim to tell her this. She knew, it was written all over his face and she couldjust feel it. Could feel the life slipping from her. This wasn’t the way shewanted to go, and certainly not in front of her husband and king, not afterhaving just given birth to their daughter. She knew this wouldn’t be easy forhim, wasn’t certain he would be able to handle this. It was what hurt to most,knowing how much pain he was going to be in watching her go. Too much blood hadbeen lost though and no matter how hard her midwives and doctor tried to stopthe bleeding it just wouldn’t let up, and she knew there wasn’t much time leftfor her. “Bring me the baby,” She told her hand maiden weakly, a small smileforming on her lips as the baby was placed in her arms. Isabel pealed her eyesfrom her daughter to look at her husband, the tears starting to flow as shedid. “You’re going to be such an amazing father, Stephen. Promise me you’ll take good care of her?” She whispered,trying to give him a weak smile. “I am so sorry, my love.” She breathed, wanting more than anything not to leave them.

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“I don’t do boyfriends.”

“But you used to …” Noel said with a giggle as she leanedagainst Beckett’s shoulder. Okay, so maybe she was just a little past very,very drunk. She wanted to let loose though. Things had been too serious latelybetween them and well, the whole town, so when a party was announced, Noeljumped at the chance. She might have gone a little overboard with the wholeparty thing, but at least she looked hot as hell in her lace white shirt thatshowed off her midriff and her black leather pants, and she wanted to put thathotness to good use, and right now that consisted of fantasizing which guy shewould want to have a threesome with. “Cody is sexy in that adorable way, andhe’s such a good guy, I bet he’s good at sex. He looks like he would be good atsex. Not as good as you of course.” She assured him, leaning close to nibble onhis ear, her hand sliding up his thigh slowly and deliberately. “I don’t thinkanyone could be as good as you with sex.” She murmured, squeezing his thigh.“And now thinking about having sex with you really makes me want to have sexwith you. Where did you park the car again?” Noel asked with a mischievoussmirk.

“Wait, you’re gay?”

“What? No! I - I’m not gay.” Xavier denied quickly, violently shaking hishead. That was just what he needed, having the girl he was in love withthinking he was gay. That was usually how things worked for him anyway. If itcould go wrong, it would. A little voice inside of him told him that thingscould work out very well for him right now if he wanted. The girl of hisdreams, Calla Marks, wanted to have sex with him, and she was making it veryhard to resist while she looked up at him with those beautiful eyes, her lipspouting out at him, obviously upset that he had rejected her. Obviously, thelook made his heart clench, and he spoke up quickly to try and alleviate herupset. “It’s not that I don’t want to … I definitely want to, I meandefinitely-” he was momentarily distracted when her lips found their way backto his neck, and he shivered slightly at the sensation. “But I - we, we can’tCalla.” He quickly moved out of her reach so she couldn’t touch him and testhis resolve. “I don’t want to do this while you’re drunk because I know if wedo, you’re not going to remember it in the morning, and I will.” Xavier turnedaway from her, pacing back and forth. “And it would kill me. Waking up andremembering being with the girl I’m crazy about and this … Awesome nightbecause I’m sure it would be, like better than awesome. Probably amazing, butknowing you wouldn’t remember it …” He turned back to find Calla passed out onher bed and sighed, walking over to her and tucking her in, wrapping the sheetsaround her with a soft smile. “It wouldn’t be worth it.” He finished, brushingsome hair back from her face before cutting off the lights, hoping for her toget some sleep.

“Like I’d ever want to screw you.”

He had to seriously fight back a smirk at those words, andfrom the look on Skye’s face, she was fighting the same thing, even though shehad said the words. Frankly, Grant thought that her words were a bit of anoverkill, but it was mildly amusing. Especially since Grant knew for a factthat she would screw him. That she had screwed him several times now as amatter of fact. He knew that she insisted that they keep their relationship asecret, and right now, in front of their friends, that was what they had to do.He still wasn’t really up to date on SHIELD’s procedures on having relationswith coworkers was, but he was pretty sure that having sex with his SO wasprobably forbidden. His eyes still trained on Skye, shaking his head as if hewas slightly offended by her statement, he couldn’t help but think it was agood thing he had always been a rule breaker anyway.

“Just don’t lie to me. If one more man lies to me, I swear to God …”

“I’m not going to lie to you.” Logan insisted before she could even really finish her sentence. “I’ll probably be more on the side of brutally honest.” He told her with a little smile, cupping her face in his hands so she had to keep his eyes locked on him. He knew that she had been hurt before, and he knew that with the nature of his job, keeping secrets was a huge part of it, but the fact was, he loved Jude. He knew that she was the one that he wanted to be with for a long time, as long as she would have him, and he didn’t want to risk losing that over his job. He loved his job, don’t get him wrong, but she was more important. “I know, and you know I’m not going to be able to give you every detail of everything I do, because you know what danger that could put you in, but I promise to be as truthful with you as I can. I don’t want to lose you, Jude. Over anything.” He assured her, brushing some of her hair back from her face.

“See, sexting pays off.”

Skye let out a breathless laugh, her heart still pounding a million miles a minute as she watched the security guard practically run out of the building and to the outside. “Does this really count as sexting? We were im-ing.” She teased as she tapped away at the keyboard. It was times like these when Skye panicked during field work, that she was really glad she had a trained spy in her ear to keep her calm. Even though Grant’s presence might not be physically with her, it sure felt like it. It was a comfort she was probably getting too attached to. She couldn’t help it though. It seemed like he was the only thing that could keep her calm in a mission, like he was her very own superhero, keeping her safe with his skills that she knew could rival her own SOs. Not to mention he was creative at getting out of situations, like coming up with a plan to have her sexting the guard from his superior’s computer. In fact, she was a little surprised she hadn’t thought of it herself. She guessed the art of seduction was one of the things they taught in Hydra. That thought made her uncomfortable though, and she quickly focused back on the mission, tapping her ear wig and speaking to Coulson. “Coast is clear for extraction AC.” She said simply, grinning at her success.

Urgh, you’re going to get me started, Chessney. 

How I feel about this character? 

Grant Ward is a very, very misunderstood character, and I love him so. I HATE the amount of hate he gets from judgmental people. I have a special place in my heart for him. Has he done horrible, horrible things? Yes, of course, and I’m not excusing that. Fact remains, I think people don’t take the time to try and understand him, try to see where his actions come from, why he thinks they’re the best decision at the time, and are so pissed off about him hurting some of his favorites that they don’t even try. People always have to have someone to blame, Grant gets the blunt of that, and I think it’s unfair. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character? 

Skye/Daisy. That’s pretty much it. That might change some day, but for now she’s the only one. 

My non romantic OTP for this character? 

FITZ. FITZWARD FOREVER. 

My unpopular opinion about this character? 

Grant Ward is NOT a terrible, horrible, worthless moster that needs to die as soon as possible. I believe if Klaus Mikaelson, Damon Salvatore, and the Black freaking Widow are redeemable, Grant Ward is too if he gets the chance.

 One thing I wish would happen with this character in canon? 

That Grant Ward gets the chance to and becomes the hero that he so desperately wants to become. Also that he retires with lots of dogs. Like 101 Labs instead of 101 Dalmatians. 

[text] Ha, that’s not funny. 

[text] Not trying to be funny. [text] Trying not to die actually. [text] Which is exactly what I think Coulson will try to do it he catches us in the weapons closet again. [text] Which was probably a bad idea to begin with considering what happens when you get a little … Caught up.

[text] SOS!!! I’m in trouble!!

[text] What’s going on?[text] Are you okay?[text] Are the kids okay?[text] James, if you’re making me freak out because one of the kids peed on you again I’m not giving you a kiss when I get home.

[text] Where the hell are you???

[text] Somewhere … [text] Somewhere I’m not going to tell you because you’ll be mad at me. [text] But I’m safe and everything is fine. [text] Don’t worry.

[text] Are you still up? I can’t sleep.

[text] Lucky for you, I am. [text] You’d be so proud of me, I’ve actually been studying. [text] So you should come over and reward me for my hard work. [text] My roommate is out for the night, and you can be as loud as you want. ;)

[text] Get me out of here.

[text] No way. [text] Remember I told you it would be exhausting, and you wouldn’t want to go. [text]You dug your own grave with that. [text] Besides Sophie is being super fussy, and I’m pretty sure if I let go of her for even a second she’ll start screeching.

[text] It’s official, I hate you.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room on thelips.”

Grant Ward was not drunk enough for this. He still waspretty sure that Skye had been fucking with him when she said that team bondingincluded drinking and truth or dare was mandatory for all Rookie agents, but itwasn’t like he was ever going to tell her no. Not because he liked her, no,because he had to listen to whatever his S.O. said, and since the incident withthe Rising Tide, he was definitely going to do whatever he could to make surethat he stayed in her good graces. Even if it meant sitting here in a circlewith FitzSimmons getting dared to do stupid things. He rolled his eyes at her,watching as Skye continued to stare at him, an amused expression on her faceeven though her eyes were filled with the challenge. Grant had no idea what shewas playing at with all of this, what she was trying to do here. Embarrass himmaybe? See if he would actually do what she dared? He had no idea, but therewas no way that Grant was backing down even if he did end up looking like anidiot. So he leaned forward, cupping Skye’s cheek in his hand, locking eyeswith her just for a moment, feeling a bit of smug satisfaction at the hint ofsurprise lingering in her eyes before he kissed her. Grant had kissed plenty ofgirls in his life time, but none of them were like Skye. Her lips were all softand full, and made his stomach twist in all sorts of weird but … good ways.For just a brief moment, he was sure that she was kissing him back, sure that therewas a subtle movement against his lips, but then it was over. She had pulledaway, but Grant couldn’t miss the small smile there on her face. It was onlythere for a moment, but Grant returned it before settling back against thecouch, ignoring the giggles and pointed looks coming from FitzSimmons’direction.

“You made me not feel alone.”

Rydel was sure there were tears leaking from her eyes as hespoke. It wasn’t often that they had time alone like this. She hadn’t had timewith him like this in months actually. Of course they had random moments on thetour where they could be alone, but with the boys and Tate, those times werefew and far between each other. Now that Jaxon had finished up with the tourfor now, Rydel had known that they were way overdo for some time together. Theyhad been gone for almost a full week now, and it had been heavenly. Tonight wastheir last night in the little solitude that they had created, and as much asshe loved this time with him, she was ready to move back into their apartmentand spend some time with Tate and their family. Right now though, she was goingto enjoy this quiet moment with him, laying out on the sand, a large beachtowel beneath them as the sound of the waves calmed them and the stars shoneabove. Her fingers trailed circles on his bare chest as she made herselfcomfortable in his shoulder. “You made me not feel alone too, and I didn’tthink that was possible.” Rydel said softly, pressing a soft kiss against hischeek before settling back against him.

“I didn’t think anyone noticed me.”

Stephen had to fight back the urge to laugh at thatstatement. The idea of anyone not noticing Isabel was just absolutelyridiculous. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire castle, how couldeyes not drift her way? How could anyone miss her walking into the room withthe elegance and grace that she possessed? He was trying to be more politethese days though, and be more aware of her feelings, and he didn’t want tooffend her in any way even if he was just joking, so he merely shook his headas he looked at her. He continued to move them in a circle, dancing around theballroom as other guests looked on, and he pulled her intimately closer, notcaring about any appropriateness at the moment while he held his wife. “Thereis no way for anyone not to notice you, Isabel. You are possibly the mostbeautiful person in the whole entire kingdom. Everyone’s always looking at youbecause of it, wishing they could be as amazing as you are. I hate to tell you,they definitely noticed you stealing a couple of extra apple tarts, and now thewhole entire kingdom believes you to be carrying the heir to the throne.” Hesmiled at her as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I say we still letthem worry for a bit longer though, don’t you agree? I like no one knowing.”Stephen told her as he gently spun her out and back into his arms.

“So you’re not scared of me?”

Skye scoffed. God this guy thought highly of himself. Sure,he was good, and he obviously knew what he was doing, but she had been on herown since she was fifteen years old. She had spent all the time before that inthe foster care system, and the foster care system, in case anyone didn’t know,was absolutely full of shit. She couldn’t count the amount of bad places shehad ended up before Garrett finally came and saved her. Really, it was a bitinsulting that after everything that Skye had gone through. This guy, Garrett’sgolden boy as she had heard others call him, thought that she would be scaredof him. Because she wasn’t, no matter what she had heard about him, and nomatter how good of a shot he was with that gun. The fact of the matter was, shewas sure that she could take him if it came down to it. Well … reasonablysure. Anyway, it would really piss Garrett off if Ward did something to her anyway.Maybe she didn’t trust him with her back, but she trusted him not to want tofuck anything up with Garrett. “No, I’m not scared of you. Why the hell shouldI be?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at him as she holstered her gun. “Areyou scared of me?” Skye asked him, a little smirk on her lips as she looked athim. She may not look like much, at that gave her an advantage in fights withpeople who underestimated her, but Skye could pack a punch and take care ofherself. She was planning on showing that to Agent Grant Ward today. “Becauseyou should be,” she added as an afterthought as she slid a knife into her boot.

“Call the police, and send them to my house!”

Katrina rolled her eyes as another bark of laughter left herlips. It was so amusing just how terrified her boyfriend seemed to be freakingout because he was locked in her bathroom. She continued to fiddle around withthe handle, trying to get it to open up. “Micah, you are locked in yourbathroom naked, not stuck up in a tree like a cat, I am not calling the policeto help break you out.” Katrina said, shaking her head slightly at thesuggestion. Really she knew she shouldn’t be as amused by all of this as she actuallywas, but she couldn’t help it. She had just never imagined her boyfriendactually getting locked in the bathroom, and the fact that he was naked wasjust a thousand times more hilarious, and she had to admit, even though itprobably made her a bad girlfriend, she wasn’t trying super hard to get himout. She figured that it was about time to end his suffering though, and beganshifting the old credit card around, trying to use it to jimmy open the door sothat Micah could escape. “I’ve almost got it,” she called to him through thedoor as she felt the metal starting to give, and with a few more shifts, herboyfriend was finally free. “I hope you know that since we missed our dinnerreservations because of you, you have to make it up to me, and since you’realready naked …” A little smirk fell on her lips as she wrapped her armsaround him, raising her eyebrows suggestively.