#{nickle || luke cage}

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"Let's have another baby."

"Another one?" Jemma looked up at him and raise a brow. "Tell me you don't just want to make up a whole football team." She teased.

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“What a beautiful man...”

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Jemma sat in the examination room waiting her shirt rolled up and her slacks rolled down so when the ultrasound technician got there they could get right down to business. Luke had kept his promise and was standing by her side waiting to find out if they were going to be parents for a third time. She was glad he was here, she hated waiting around doing nothing and for the moment him being here gave her something to do. 

“So... how was your night? Everything work out alright?” She asked just trying to start up the talking again on a subject other than what they were going to do with another baby when Jamie and Rory were still so young. 

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Dorothy reached up and grabbed the edge of her father’s t-shirt giving it a sharp tug. “Papa,” She said pulling on it again not trusting that once was enough to get his attention. “Papa- Mum’s cleaning again.” Even the small girl knew that was never a good sign. They had a cleaning service that came to the house every other day and cleaned up, so if Jemma was cleaning it meant she was adding extra work on herself and she only ever did that when she was working out frustration or avoiding talking about something.

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"Dad, dad, dad, dad!" The little three year old girl ran up to her father holding a book firmly in her grasp, “Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad! Look, look and see!” She held up the book for him to look at. Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz. “Is about me!” she pointed to her name on the book’s cover. 

“She found it in the library,” Jemma said following slowly behind the speeding bullet of her daughter returning to her father’s attention. “It took some work to get her to let go of it long enough to check it out.”

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Observations in Paradise

She bribed the bouncer to get in without showing id. She had id of course but she didn’t want him or anyone else seeing it. She wanted to come here not as the wife of the new owner but just as an observer. See what it was like in Harlem’s Paradise without any of the show that might come trying to impress her. She needed observational data that was free of such a variable. 

She wore a skimpy red dress, far from anything she had ever been seen out in public in, a pair of heels that made her four inches taller, and a black high fashion lace veil that hid some of her face without impairing her vision too much or looking like she was going to a funeral. She also brought a gun- because she didn’t go almost anywhere not armed these days.

She sashayed over to the bar and took a seat where she could watch as much of the place out of the corner of her eyes and in the mirror above the bar as possible. 

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The Nesting of the Simmons

It was 26 weeks since Jemma Simmons had drunkenly failed to use a condom and it was well past time to start getting Luke’s flat ready for their baby. The problem was nothing about Luke’s flat was anything but a bachelor pad. She’d cleaned it from top to bottom and tried re-arranging the furniture 7 times. Nothing worked! It would be impossible to fit two people and a baby into this flat even if she did buy all new furniture. 

This was why when Luke returned home, even though it had been sometime since she had seen him she was too busy looking up furniture to buy and creating a spreed sheet for choice making to notice. She was sitting on the sofa, that was piled in with all the other things to sit on in the front part of the room. All of Luke’s things were neatly ordered now by function for ease of decorating- of course that was a waste of time since most of it was going to have to go but- what was done was done. 

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Morning After

The sunlight burned. Okay it didn’t burn but it might as well have for the amount of pain it was causing her. Jemma’s head was pounding horribly as consciousness creeped back in. Drinking was never the solution to her problems, she really needed to remember the hangovers. Her throat was dry, sore and oh she had had sex last night, a lot of sex, her body informed her from several places at once. Also the very large man draped over her very naked body on the far too small couch was a good indication of last nights activities. 

She slowly opened one eye to take in her surroundings. It was much much too bright and her head pounded horribly in retaliation. That was not going to work. She needed the sun to not be coming in through the window. She hoped her orgasm partner was better off than she was.

“Umm...” she poked his shoulder softly. “Excuse me? Can you wake up? I really need you to close the curtains.” she said politely. 

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