Author's Note: For now this is the end to the story. When I eventually get it written Jemma and Bucky's Reunion scene will be tacked onto the end as a bonus. Apologies for it taking so long I had real life dramas and the worst case of Writer's block. This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful ladies on Tumblr who have been godsends in our little chat for helping me to get this chapter finished. So many thanks to Ozhawk, Shini, Moon, Luna, Vulpe, Winter and anyone else I may have missed.

The farmhouse had been coming together well over the past months, during the course of their month-long honeymoon Clint and Skye had worked out exactly what they had in mind for the large two story house. It had started out a run down mess but they'd so far managed to convert it into a homely six bedroom two bathroom house, three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs and the other three bedrooms and bathroom downstairs.

They didn't spend all their time there, of course. They had responsibilities with the Avengers, but the farmhouse was their special place, and they made time to go there regularly. For the last few weeks, they'd been there full-time since Skye felt she couldn't use her power safely at the moment and preferred to avoid situations where she might have to.

Clint's current project was sanding back the floor in the rear sunroom, they'd only just finished redoing the kitchen a couple of weeks ago which had prompted Clint's suggestion of inviting both their teams/families over for Christmas. He'd seemed so excited by the prospect that she hadn't had the heart to refuse him, which was how she now found herself alternating between setting the three tables set up in the dining room and checking the turkey and pie in the oven.

As it was Skye still had yet to get changed and Clint was in the barn, supposedly checking on the fridge though she found it more likely that he was out there with his bow practising. Their overly large, extremely weird family were due to arrive anytime within the next hour, so setting out the last of the cutlery Skye turned on her sock clad feet and padded towards the stairs, idly rubbing at her back. She figured that she'd have time for a quick shower before dressing and heading back downstairs to start unloading the oven.

Moving into the bathroom Skye reached into the shower to start the water and then started to peel off her sweaty, dirty clothing and dumping it into the washing basket before she stepped into the shower and eased beneath the spray of water. The only qualm she had with the farmhouse currently was the bathrooms, the hot water took a while to get going some days and the showers were cramped when they both were in there. Clint was continually promising that the bathrooms would be his next project once he was done with the sunroom, but he was very firm about finishing one project before he started another, and she wanted a hot, high-pressure shower now, dammit!

Closing her eyes as she stepped under the spray of water Skye took a few moments just to relish the feel of the warm water easing the tension from her muscles. The gentle brush of lips against her shoulder had Skye leaning back into the solid muscle of Clint's chest.

"Here's my baby mama, you feeling okay, Sweetheart?" Clint rumbled by her ear as his arms slipped around her waist so his calloused hands could settle on the large swell of her belly.

"Felt better, your child has decided today is a good day to kick the crap out of me," Skye mumbled as she turned her head to place a kiss on his jaw, his rumble of laughter was met by her elbow jabbing back into his ribs as she growled "Not funny, Clint, this kid is using my kidneys and bladder as soccer balls!"

"I'm sorry, Skye," Clint said quietly as he pulled Skye back tighter into his chest, his hands stroking soothingly over her belly, when their child kicked against his hand Clint's hands stilled as Skye sucked in a breath. It wasn't the first time he'd felt the baby move, of course, at first every time he'd tried to feel it the baby had stilled; Skye joked constantly that the baby had inherited the Barton family stubborn streak. Every time, though, Clint would still and press his hands against Skye's stomach, a look of wonder coming to his face.

Turning in Clint's arms Skye wrapped her arms around him, well as much as she could given her belly distancing them somewhat, with a soft smile she whispered "Don't be sorry, it's all part of the process or so Jemma keeps telling me when I hear from her."

"You complain now darlin', but I don't hear you complaining when the pregnancy hormones ramp up your sex drive," Clint teased as he leant down to brush a kiss against Skye's forehead.

"You're not usually complaining then either, lover," Skye threw back even as Clint reached around her to shut off the water. As he backed out of the shower and helped her out Skye took the offered towel and wrapped herself up in it.

Padding down the hall on bare feet to their bedroom Skye had earlier decided what she was going to wear and had laid it out ready on the bed, unfastening the towel she dried her body quickly and pulled on the unflattering, yet comfortable maternity underwear and sports bra. Lifting the towel to her hair to dry it she turned and while rubbing her hair in the towel caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Frowning she dropped the towel on the bed and turned slightly her fingers lightly tracing the faint stretch marks just starting to show on her belly.

"God, I look and feel so fat and unattractive," Skye muttered quietly as her gaze dropped to her belly, her hands crossing gently over it.

"Hey now, don't start on that, sweetheart," Clint said quietly as he pulled his clean boxers on, crossing to Skye he pulled her back against his chest so they were both facing the mirror, his mouth dropping by her ear as he continued "You're beautiful, you're absolutely glowing. You're carrying our child and it's made no difference whatsoever in how I see you."

Looking up Skye met Clint's eyes in the mirror. Smiling warmly and turning around, she rose up on her tip toes to brush a kiss against his cheek, murmuring "Thank you."

From downstairs Lucky suddenly started barking incessantly, which prompted Clint to move from Skye to the window. As he pulled the curtains back Skye heard the unmistakable sound of a quinjet descending. Turning back to the bed Skye pulled on her black stretchy maternity jeans and the purple cowl neck maternity shirt, sitting on the end of the bed she started to awkwardly pull on the pair of thick socks she'd laid out.

She was still trying to get the first sock on as her gaze drifted to Clint just as he was pulling his purple short sleeved shirt on, his fingers deftly making quick work of fastening the buttons. Skye blew out an annoyed breath and went back to trying to pull the sock on, making Clint smile as he crossed to the bed.

"Here, let me give you a hand with that Skye," Clint settled to his knees in front of Skye, took the sock from her hand and lifted her foot to his thigh with his free hand.

"Thanks," Skye whispered quietly, it was embarrassing that she now had to rely on Clint to help her with her socks and shoes but the truth was she currently couldn't see her feet let alone pull anything onto them. She'd also had to borrow a pair of Clint's well loved combat boots to wear, her own shoes currently being far too tight for her swollen feet.

Once both her feet were back on the floor Skye laughed softly when Clint leant down to kiss her stomach, ruffling his hair briefly Skye pushed him back gently, watching as he rose easily to his feet. Holding both her hands out Skye closed her hands lightly around Clint's, pushing up onto her feet as he gently pulled.

After brushing her hair Skye turned and started towards the door, lightly swatting Clint on the ass as he was bent over tying his boots she teased "Shake it babe."

When Clint wiggled his ass before straightening Skye couldn't help the girlish giggle that slipped out as she stepped in to wrap her arm around his waist, though the creak and bang of the screen door echoed through the house signalled the arrival of some of their guests just then.

"Game time, huh? I better go check on the oven, if I burn the turkey I'm pretty sure there are at least four women coming who'd kick my ass for it." Placing a kiss on Clint's cheek Skye headed out of their room, moving carefully down the stairs she was met by the sight of Steve flat on his ass on the snow-covered front lawn with Lucky draped over him.

"Hey Clint, you might want to go rescue Steve from Lucky before he ends up soaked." Skye called back up the stairs before making her way into the kitchen.

"Skye!" Jemma was the first to see her and rush over for a hug, but Natasha and Bobbi weren't far behind. "Oh wow, you've gotten so big!" Jemma said tactlessly.

"Thanks, needed that, Jemma, I already know I look like a whale," Skye said a bit grumpily.

"You look beautiful," Natasha corrected, elbowing Jemma aside. "Glowing."

"And I bet Clint thinks so too," Bobbi bent to kiss her cheek. "You look lovely."

"You do, yes, that's what I meant!" Jemma defended her faux pas. "Like some kind of fabulous fertility goddess."

That made Skye laugh. "Where's May?" she asked then.

"You honestly thought we'd let Melinda May in a kitchen?" Natasha's eyebrows shot up. "We need to eat this food, Skye."

While Natasha had a point there that was not something Skye would ever say aloud anywhere near May, she liked being in one piece far too much to bash her former SO's lack of cooking talent in her presence.

"Nat…..sometimes I swear you have a death wish and in May's defence she is more a hunter, gatherer than a slaving over a hot stove type of person," Skye said with a grin as she crossed to the oven. Pulling the mitts on she opened the door and reached in to pull out the first of the pies only to find herself mittless as Natasha whisked them off her and began to remove the pies herself.

She'd been practising her pies since Clint had suggested hosting Christmas, the last thing Skye had wanted to do was place a terrible pie on the table in front of her family. Clint hadn't seemed overly concerned by the sudden influx of homemade pie for dessert and snacks; in fact she'd walked downstairs just the other day at three in the morning to find him sitting at the table digging into a huge piece of apple pie with a large serving of ice cream.

"So I may have broken tradition here, I only made one pumpkin pie but I also have apple and cinnamon and an apple and berry one I can reheat as well." Skye said as she closed the oven door again, smiling at Natasha as the Russian leaned over the table, happily inhaling the flavoursome vapour rising from the hot apple pie.

It was late afternoon by the time lunch was over, and by over Skye meant by the time Steve and Bucky had eaten their fill and had then graciously volunteered to do the dishes. Clint, Tony, Mack and Hunter were in the sunroom playing darts and sharing stories, Skye suspected there was also a bullshit contest happening as well from the roars of laughter and heckling shouts that regularly reached her ears.

The rest of their awkwardly large 'family' were spread around the lounge in various stages of slumber, Skye herself was propped against the door jamb leading from the kitchen to the lounge. Her gaze would occasionally flick back to the pair of super soldiers at the sink, usually when she heard one of them laugh. It was as Skye was turning back to the lounge that she caught sight of something unexpected.

Awkwardly pushing off the door jam Skye waddled (there was no other way to describe how she was currently moving while this heavily pregnant and stuffed full of Christmas lunch) through the kitchen and into the sunroom, slipping past Hunter and Mack to stand behind Clint, just as he threw his dart she asked "So how long have Barney and Maria been sleeping together?"

"What!" came the dual incredulously squawks from Clint and Tony who'd both whirled to look at her like she'd just grown another head.

"Barney, Maria, how long have they been fooling around?" Skye spoke slowly and clearly.

"No, no they're not, they can't be, I'd know, JARVIS would have shared that information," Tony rambled.

"Sweetheart, I think the hormones are addling your brain, Hill would never go for my brother," Clint murmured as he moved to wrap his arm around Skye's shoulders.

"Not the hormones, Hawkass, your brother and Maria are canoodling on our porch swing, right now," Skye stated flatly even as Hunter's laugh filled the room from behind her.

"Well she's not wrong, Barton. They are indeed canoodling, and really Skye, canoodling? Have you been reading Bobbi's rubbish romance novels? You know that rubbish rots your brain," Hunter piped up.

"Wait, why wouldn't Maria go for your brother? Barney is a great guy and can be really sweet when he wants to be," Skye grumped irritably before adding "I dare you to tell that to Bobbi, Hunter. Besides," she couldn't resist a poke to the former mercenary's ribs, "a little bird told me that you read those novels as well."

Hunter spluttered indignantly as Skye laughed and turned back to Clint, raising her brows at him.

"Hill is a ball breaker Sweetheart, Junior agents used to refer to her as the Ice Queen," Clint supplied even as he turned, pulling Skye against his side, and started walking them both to the sunroom door that led out onto the porch.

"So? She'd be a good fit for Barney, she wouldn't take his shit just like she never took yours, she'd help keep him from falling back into old habits and they both deserve to be happy." Leaning into Clint, Skye rested her head against his shoulder, doing her best to hide her grin when she realised Clint was sneaking them around the porch in order to see for himself.

"You may have a point, if in fact what you and Hunter say you saw is true," Clint reluctantly admitted as he guided Skye round the corner of the house only to pull to a stop, his eyes locked on the pair seated on the porch swing enthusiastically making out. "Oh come on! Charles, get a room, I don't need you defiling our porch swing."

"Like you haven't defiled it enough, Clinton," Barney muttered a little breathless as he pulled back from Maria, who was uncharacteristically snickering under her breath.

"Actually, I don't think we have defiled it yet, Barney. That is definitely one that will be waiting until I'm not pregnant to attempt," Skye quipped as her eyes flicked to Maria she tacked on, "But please feel free to defile it if you wish."

"You're seriously encouraging him?" Clint threw his hands up exaggeratedly. "I give up."

Skye pinched his ass. "Like we haven't been caught a few times defiling some public spot. Mack's still bitching that he has to buy way more bleach than he used to."

"I'm not bleaching your porch swing, Tremors, you can do it yourself," Mack rumbled behind her, having followed them out of the house.

"Are you seriously encouraging them too, Mack?" Clint scoffed.

"Eh," Mack shrugged, in his calm, laid-back way. "Everyone deserves to be happy, Hawkeye." He eyed Clint steadily.

"They're so cute together!" crooned Skye.

"I think cute is the last word I'd describe my brother," he paused, then muttered under his breath, "Or Hill for that matter."

"You're lucky you're not in SHIELD anymore, or her for that matter, or your ass would be grass," Skye stage whispered in Clint's direction as she heard the porch door squeak as it opened again.

"Food, anyone?" Steve's voice called.

"Urgh, no, I'm stuffed," Skye responded immediately. "We don't all have super-soldier appetites! But there's plenty, Steve, I don't think that pumpkin pie was even touched yet."

"There was pumpkin? I tried the apple...why didn't anyone tell me there was pumpkin?" Steve muttered quietly.

"Come on punk, I'll join you," Bucky chimed in from behind Skye, drawing a startled squeak from her.

"Damnit, Barnes. I need to put a bell on you," Skye muttered as she spun and glared up at Bucky who was grinning like the blasted Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. She rubbed at her back unconsciously. Damn backache was getting worse by the minute.

Meeting Bucky's bright blue eyes Skye frowned at the way he cocked his head, eyes raking over her before pointedly zeroing in on where her hands disappeared behind her back. Before she could make a make a remark about about it being rude to stare Skye winced as cramps suddenly flared in her stomach.

"I think I ate too much," Skye muttered as she moved one hand to rub over her stomach.

She could hear Clint and Barney quietly bickering as her gaze remained locked with Bucky's, out of the corner of her eye she suddenly caught a blur of movement Skye turned her head in time to see both Clint and Barney go toppling over the railing. Turning towards the door she called back "Barney, don't break him, okay? I'm not done with his ass yet."

"You got it, princess," Barney shouted out over Clint's sudden squawking protests.

"Come on you two knuckleheads, I'll get you both some pumpkin pie," Skye announced fondly to both Steve and Bucky as she waddled towards the door Steve was holding open, faintly aware of the soft click of Maria's boot heels following behind her.

Once back in the kitchen, Skye grabbed two of the clean bowls from the dishrack as Steve pulled open the fridge. Cocking her head slightly while he took a hesitant step back, she took pity on the poor guy and supplied, "Bottom shelf Steve."

He bent to retrieve the pie and Skye winced, her hands dropping to clench at the edge of the counter. The dual sensation of sharp cramping in her stomach and the flare of pain in her back brought tears to her eyes. Jerking at the sudden hand rubbing her back Skye looked up at Bucky and opened her mouth to speak just as there was a sudden rush of wetness between her legs.

Eyes widening, Skye flicked her gaze to the sudden puddle on the floor of the kitchen, she couldn't get her brain working; it was frozen on a looping thought of oh shit, this can't be happening, not here, not now.

She was grateful when she didn't have to try and call out, instead Bucky's voice echoed through the kitchen as he called out "Jemma? I think Skye's waters just broke."

Skye couldn't help the strangled laugh that slipped free at the utterly panicked expression on Steve's face as he looked at her, at Jemma and Natasha's sudden arrival she waved her hand slightly in his direction and managed to huff; "Take the whole pie and ice cream tub in the other room, you two."

"Even while she's about to give birth, she's still thinking about pie and ice cream," Natasha snorts.

"I can't deliver a baby," Jemma stammered as her gaze darted frantically from the pool on the floor to Skye and then to Bucky as she added "I'm not that kind of Doctor."

"I can do it," Natasha stated calmly, adding on "and if there's any difficulties I'm pretty sure Bruce knows what to do."

As Natasha's quip suddenly registered Skye scowled at the ex Russian and snapped irritably "I'm not the one eating it, and I don't want Steve making a bigger mess on my floor than I already have!"

"Speaking of which, has anyone told Barton yet?" since said man was still outside brawling with his brother.

"Oh please let me," Maria offered with far too much enthusiasm for Skye's liking.

Before Skye could request that Maria not scare ten years off Clint's life she found herself swung easily up into Bucky's arms, the super soldier already moving towards the stairs with Natasha in tow as Jemma went scurrying to find her medical bag and call for Bruce to wake up from his somnolent doze on the couch.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the pain that washed over Skye had her letting out a piercing wail, her nails digging into Bucky's flesh shoulder as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on her breathing.

The sudden bang of the fly screen door had Skye's eyes flying wide open and coming to rest on both Clint and Barney, both of whom had snow in their hair and looked ready for battle. Her eyes moved past the two to where the door was now hanging slightly askew on its hinges as she whimpered "You broke the screen door again Clint."

"Again?" Maria inquired curiously. "Exactly how many times has he broken the door?"

"Uhm, I refuse to answer that on the grounds of severe pain and the fact I have a being the size of a watermelon trying to push its way out of a hole the size of a lemon?" Skye panted as Bucky started up the stairs the sound of Clint's puzzled What? drifting up the stairs behind them.

"Your wife is giving birth, dumbass," Barney smacked Clint on the back of his head.

"B-birth?" Skye swore she could hear Clint swallow loudly from all the way up the stairs..

After Bucky set her down on the bed, where thankfully Jemma had already pulled back the quilt and top sheet, Skye focused on her breathing as her next contraction hit, aware of Natasha muttering quietly in Russian to Bucky who was nodding on his way out the door.

Hours flew past as Skye's labour progressed, her modesty maintained by an old loose t-shirt of Clint's and the top sheet draped over her legs, Jemma was sitting behind her back occasionally dabbing at her forehead with a damp wash cloth and murmuring encouraging words. Fisting her hands in the sheet at her bent knees as the next contraction hit Skye was trying not to focus on the fact that Natasha and Bruce were kneeling by her feet peering beneath the sheet.

The door to the bedroom burst inwards jerking the room's attention to the new arrival. Skye groaned quietly partly due to pain and partly due to the sight of Clint staggering a little as he crossed to the bed and dropped down heavily beside her bouncing her slightly.

"Hey," Clint slurred slightly, his eyes blinking slowly as his chin dropped to rest on Skye's shoulder.

She could smell the whiskey on Clint's breath, her nose wrinkling up slightly as he huffed softly and made shooing gestures at Jemma, as Clint was awkwardly sliding in behind her where Jemma had been Skye muttered "Are you drunk?"

"Little bit, Stark said something 'bout me needing liquid courage before coming up here," Clint drawled lazily against her ear, pressing himself in against her back he ran his hands lightly along her arms and down to her hands.

"I swear to god if you pass out on me Clinton Francis Barton you'll be sleeping on the couch and Tony Stark will be eating his balls!" Skye howled in the midst of her next contraction, her fingers curling between Clint's and squeezing firmly.

There was low murmuring between the pair at her feet that Skye wasn't even trying to hear, as the contraction subsided her grip on Clint's fingers eased she let her head loll back on Clint's shoulder, blinking up at Jemma as the cool cloth swiped across her forehead.

"The baby's crowning, Skye," Natasha murmured quietly with a squeeze to Skye's knee, her eyes flicking to Bruce briefly before she continued "so we need you to try and push on the next contraction, okay?"

Nodding slightly in acknowledgement Skye shifted her grip on Clint's hands, curling her fingers around his palms and squeezing tightly with a strangled cry as her next contraction began. Pressing back into Clint, Skye bit down on her lower lip as she pushed, vaguely aware of Clint's soft grunt of pain before he started murmuring reassurances, his lips brushing her ear.

"That's it, Sweetheart." He sounded a lot less drunk, suddenly. "There's my brave, wonderful girl. Nearly there. You're doing so well."

She tried to focus on Clint through their bond to distract herself from the pain, and it worked to some small extent as she suddenly felt a little buzzed, as though she herself had been drinking. Dropping her head back against Clint's shoulder as her contraction passed Skye panted, trying to draw breath, she caught sight of Jemma inching towards the foot of the bed to take a look before suddenly straightening and looking a little pale as she moved back to Skye's side.

"Almost there Skye, we just need to get little Barton's shoulders out and it'll go smoother," Natasha purred reassuringly before muttering "though it looks like they have their father's shoulders."

Clint snorted at that before nuzzling into Skye's hair, his voice hoarse and low as he murmured "You can do this, Skye."

"Uhg," Skye muttered softly, her fingers tightening again around Clint's hands, her shoulders pushing back into Clint's chest as she pushed with her latest contraction. She was tired, she was sore and she just wanted this kid out now.

Slumping back against Clint the sudden wail that filled the room had Skye releasing the breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding, vaguely aware of the flurry of movement at her feet she relaxed back against Clint closing her eyes for a few moments to await news.

When the cry sounded again, closer this time though Skye's eyes fluttered open wearily just as the mattress dipped with the addition of Natasha's weight by Skye's hip as she drawled quietly "Congratulations, you have a beautiful, big bouncing baby boy."

"Have you decided upon a name yet?" Jemma asked curiously as she peered down at the baby bundled in a thick fluffy towel in Natasha's arms.

Skye hummed an exhausted acknowledgement as she lifted her hand towards the wrapped bundle Natasha was cradling protectively, her hand felt like a dead weight on the end of her arm. If she wanted to get technical her entire body currently felt like a dead weight and yet she still had an overwhelming urge to try and hold their son.

"We discussed a few options," Clint drawled lazily before his lips were suddenly brushing against her temple causing a content sigh to slip free of Skye, she knew by his silence he was trying to recall which names they'd decided upon months ago. Eventually his voice broke the silence as he tentatively supplied "I think we decided on Cooper Matthew?"

A delicate yet strong hand closed around Skye's, which had her blinking and trying to focus her now slightly blurry eyes on Natasha, she was aware of the other woman leaning in closer till they were cheek to cheek and Natasha softly murmured "Just rest still, sestra. Cooper needs to try to feed, but you don't have to do anything. Clint and I will help you."

Skye lay limp against Clint as Natasha gently transferred their son to his father's capable hands. Natasha then lifted one of Skye's hands carefully to Cooper's head; she found herself gently stroking the damp hair which fluffed slightly under her fingers as it dried, barely noticing as Natasha lifted her T-shirt up.

Cooper was strong, turning his little head and rooting eagerly against Skye's breast; she gasped at the odd sensation, feeling the pull low down in her stomach as he started to suckle, Natasha holding his head just right.

Skye felt an unexpected wetness against her cheek then; turning her head she found the tears pouring down Clint's cheek as he watched their son suckle at her breast.

"Hey," she managed to get out. "It's okay, Clint. Everything's okay."

Natasha's eyes were moist too as she watched her best friend rejoice in the family he'd never had. Watched him press tender kisses to his soulmate's brow as her eyes closed and she fell into contented slumber, the newborn still feeding eagerly.

Four Years Later

Skye was sitting on the downstairs toilet staring blankly at the plastic stick in her hand, the positive result temporarily rattling her brain beyond coherent thought. Glass shattering just down the hallway jerked her from her daze, rushing out of the bathroom she skidded into the kitchen.

All Skye's senses were on alert as her eyes rapidly scanned the kitchen, they narrowed briefly on the shattered window over the sink before dropping to the floor. Spotting the arrow lying on the tiles she sighed, crossed the room and stooped over to pick it up.

Making her way outside and down off the porch Skye crossed the lawn to where her husband and son stood, Cooper with bow in hand aimed towards the target. The target was off towards the barn so how in the hell the arrow had gone through the kitchen window was beyond her.

"Clinton Francis, didn't we talk about this?" Skye groused while waving the arrow towards the pair as she continued; "I thought we agreed he was too young to learn archery."

"It's Barney's fault, he bought Cooper the bow," was Clint's retort that had Skye rolling her eyes.

"That may be so, Hawkass, but you were the one teaching him to shoot it. That makes it your fault that his arrow went through the kitchen window!" Skye shot back irritably.

Stepping up to Clint, Skye shoved the arrow into Clint's hand, bent to press a kiss to the top of her son's head as she turned and started back towards the house grumbling "I really hope this time it's a little girl."

"If it's a girl, Nat will just teach her how to throw knives!" Clint called out as an automatic response, he was mid way through repositioning Cooper's stance before Skye's words registered. Jerking his attention from his son, he watched his wife making her way back to the porch and called out "Wait, what?"

As Skye turned back towards them, Clint watched as her mouth curved into a warm grin as she lifted her arm and threw a plastic stick in his direction. Automatically snatching it out of the air he glanced down at it, confused, as Cooper tugged at his shirt excitedly asking "Daddy, am I getting a little sister?"

Staring at the positive pregnancy test briefly, Clint's eyes darted back to Skye both his eyebrows climbing towards his hairline in silent question. His only response from his wife was a slight shrug as she headed back into the house, he assumed to clean up the broken glass.

Making a mental note to board up the window later he settled a hand on Cooper's head and ruffled his hair lightly, looking down into his son's dark brown eyes he answered honestly "I don't know little man, could be a little sister or a little brother in a few months times."

"Cool! I hope it's a little sister." Cooper cheered excitedly, before turning his attention back to the target set up across the way, biting his lower lip he looked back up at his father and asked "Is mommy mad about the window?"

"Only with daddy, little man. Don't you worry, mommy can never stay mad at me for long," Clint replied, more hopefully than confidently as he tucked the pregnancy test stick in his shirt pocket and crouched down behind Cooper to recommence the archery lesson.