What about a Skimmons "Hold on... is that a kitten?!?!" drabble for your celebration-of-sorts? 💜💜💜💜🤗 Love youuuu
"Achoo!" Jemma walked into the room and immediately saw that something was amiss.
1. Daisy Johnson, trouble-maker extraordinaire, was nowhere to be seen despite having been spotted on the couch with the last slice of their wedding cake only moments ago.
2. The cake in question was sitting abandoned on the table. As if Daisy would ever just leave her cake like that.
3. There was a box. That upon closer inspection- had definitely held an animal of sorts abandoned on the floor.
4. Daisy's loud music barely covered up the sound of running water and yowling?
So obviously, Jemma- being a newly wed woman and all, finished off the cake (it was two tiers- lemon and lavender and absolutely heavenly), and then, got up to do her god-given duty, to death do they part and all that- and scold her wife.
Months ago- it had been months ago that she'd brought it up. Having a pet. When they were first tasting cakes. Back when Daisy was utterly convinced it was a chocolate cake or no dice. And even so, Jemma couldn't help but recall specifically mentioning her allergy to cats. One that Daisy already knew of, of course, emergency contacts need to know things like that! (or that had been what awkward, head over heels, best friend Daisy had said) -Actually no, knowing that was justified, knowing Jemma's entire medical history off the top of her head... not so much.
Case in point. There was no way. Daisy, thoughtful Daisy who proposed with an engagement ring that Jemma had described to her literal years ago. When they were just getting to know each other at Elena's bachelorette party and Jemma had forced them to answer "sappy ice breaker questions". (unbeknownst to Jemma, Daisy may have vaguely remembered some sort of thing like that but honestly who remembers the ideal wedding ring of some pretty girl you just met for literal years. Cameras did- and Daisy was reeeal lucky that the weirdos getting married decided to video tape every part of the process).
There was absolutely no way. That the animal Daisy was battling with- foam and water splashing everywhere- was a cat. Feline. Domesticated lion if you would.
Jemma took a deep, calming breath to center herself... and promptly sneezed.
And Daisy toppled over. Scowling animal in tow.
"Jemma! my dearest spouse and love of my life" Daisy squeaked, scrambling to her feet to turn off her music. also grab the kitten. and shut off the water.
"Daisy Johnson, my dearest spouse and love of my life." Jemma repeated slowly, fighting the urge to smile (and also sneeze).
"Hold on, I can explai-."
"Is that a kitten?"
"...."
"Maybe,"
The urge to smile won out (and the urge to sneeze which followed a few seconds later).
An hour later- these were the facts.
1. Daisy Johnson, trouble-maker extraordinaire with a heart of gold, had seen the poor kitten on the street on her way home from work and... she couldn't just leave the baby there.
2. Jemma had showed up a tad earlier than expected. The cake was a ruse to distract her. (how... no one knew? Jemma was pretty sure Daisy just wanted the last slice)
3. In the handful of minutes, Jemma had walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and put away her lunch things. Daisy had made a mad dash for the bathroom, pulling the cat-containing box out from under the couch... and forgetting to shove it back underneath.
4. Elena would be coming over to pick the kitten up soon, but for now, the kitten lay curled in Jemma's lap purring sleepily. (Allergy medicine existed for a reason)
Oh, and the only reason Daisy hadn't been banished to the couch was the fact that they were leaving for their honeymoon the next day, and with Jemma's obsessive need to double check everything 50 times over, neither of them would be getting much sleep. After all, someone had to make the tea and coax Jemma back to bed.
