Jemma stood in the nursery with a Freya in her arms, bouncing her gently and being all cute. (here's jemma!)
âI never geâ tired of this,â Fitz said softly, watching Simmons from the doorway, arms folded.  âMy beauâiful wife, holdinâ my beauâiful daughter, with my two hanâsome sons nearby.â They seemed to have been taken good care of, in his motherâs company, although the engineer was sad when he spoke next.  âThey goâ big while I was locked up. Anâ then frozen.â
Jemma grinned at him and raised an eyebrow slightly as Freya let out an excited squeal when she saw her dad. âThey did. And Truffles and Sophie are somewhere near by...â















