You're barely twelve weeks pregnant.

You suppose that you were lucky with Theo; you never had morning sickness and you rarely craved abnormal food groups but you couldn't get enough of sex.

You've actually had to take sick days, even this early into your pregnancy; your wife has stayed up all night on those few occasions making sure you're okay and making sure your son was still sleeping.

That child could sleep through a bomb going off outside of his window.

You've known from the beginning that she couldn't have kids; an unfortunate result of her time with Red Room.

They didn't want any happy accidents.

When you had sat down to discuss specifics, your wife had broken down; she wanted to give this to you yet was disappointed with her inability to do so.

You agreed that you would carry them; that didn't stop her from being a mother to your children.

You find yourself napping quite a lot more with Theo; you only wake when you need to use the bathroom.

Again.

You're Maria Hill and you're pregnant with your second child; this is not going to be a normal, easy pregnancy.

Your Doctor had instructed you to reduce your stress levels as much as possible; with the effect your pregnancy was having on your body, he didn't want to risk a miscarriage and at that word your wife had given you a stern look while bouncing your first born.

You remind her of her position at work and how worried you get sometimes; she takes on more administration duties while you're pregnant to stay out of harm's way.

You do everything you can to get into the Tower; you'll go stir crazy without something to do.

It's not that you don't love Theo and that you won't love this child but being a stay at home mother and house-wife is not in your DNA.

You're in the middle of your dinner; you're having trouble keeping food down.

You hand your plate hurriedly to your wife; your fingers over your mouth.

Your morning sickness has kicked in again.