Alright, the last prompt. I've made it despite being two days late! :)

I wanted to explain a few things that might have been a bit vague in these prompts. I decided to include this set of stories in my headcanon universe and they can be used as a reference or might be expanded in some of my stories.

The Future FitzSimmons that I have here belong to my headcanon: in the Tis the Season to Be Jolly, I've outlined an hypothetical history line where I imagine FitzSimmons married and with a child. There will surely be stories explaining how they got there but I used prompt 4 and this one, prompt 7, to give a little snippet of what they will be.

I have this tendency of writing in a non-linear way, so I hope that I haven't confused you too much.

As always, thanks for the feedback: you're beyond wonderful …:)

And, this another sapfest... I'm warning you. ;)

Here's the prompt for Day 7: Ribbon

Thanks to my Beta StarryDreamer01 who helped me edit this.

7. Her First Gift

When Jemma woke up, she was alone in bed and sunlight was streaming inside the room through the blinds.

She slowly got up and looked at her alarm clock, surprised to see that she had slept in. She was usually up at seven o'clock, an old habit that she'd been keeping up since MIT. The rare times she allowed herself a few hours more of sleep were usually after busy nights in the lab.

Shifting the sheets away and getting out of bed, Jemma stretched leisurely. It was Sunday and the Team usually didn't call unless there was some emergency.

Wrapping her robe around her body and glancing at the empty crib beside the bed, she realised that her husband was probably entertaining their daughter somewhere around the house and had allowed her to rest more.

Smiling to herself, Jemma quickly went to the loo and then downstairs where she peeked into the living room.

She was greeted by the sight of Leo sitting on the couch with Kathleen in his arms. He was blowing raspberries on the baby's soft stomach, earning delighted peals of laughter from her.

Jemma watched the scene in silence, taking in Leo's joyous face as he played with their baby girl and felt her heart melt when they laughed together.

They had waited a bit after their marriage before thinking about creating their own family. Their line of work within SHIELD and on the Bus didn't really give them the luxury to think about that: there were too many dangers and risks...

And there was also the fact that both were scared out of their minds at the thought of being parents. It wasn't an experiment that they could try to start and then stop or try again. A child was a human being, a living person that they would make and would have to take care of.

A baby would depend on them.

At some point, they both agreed that settling down didn't seem so bad after all. Jemma had been the one to suggest it, surprising Leo quite a bit. She couldn't blame him: she was the one that had wanted to go into the field in the first place. But after all these years on the Bus, after risking their lives so many times (after almost losing each other), Jemma realised that a quiet life with her husband in the UK wasn't so bad either.

They still worked for SHIELD and they still had their assignments and constant thrills (they had just worked on some unknown Asgardian artefact) but there were also moments when they'd both missed the Bus and their Team. However, the thought that they could work and not spend hours wondering if they'd be alive by the end of the day, made it better.

And now...they had Kathleen.

Less than a year ago, when she found out that she was pregnant, they had both been elated and terrified. She and Leo had spent nights pouring over books to learn what parenthood would be like.

Her parents often came to their home in Glasgow from Sheffield to dispense advice and soothe their nerves. His mother, sister and brother-in-law often visited to help them out.

Once their baby was born, Jemma's fear disappeared. It took one look at her child, wrapped in a blanket and looking so small, delicate and... vulnerable that her only thought was to take care of her.

She knew that Leo had the same thoughts: his soft look when he took Kathleen in his arms would be burned forever in her mind.

It was the same look that he gave her now as they played.

It was the same look that he'd been giving Jemma for years.

Another loud round of laughter made her snap out of her thoughts and Jemma laughed softly as she saw Leo grinning while Kathleen had her tiny fingers in his hair and mouth on his nose.

Feeling her heart brimming with emotion, she walked into the living room.

"There you are," she said softly and two identical sets of blue eyes looked at her, wide open. Jemma laughed again, feeling a wave of warm happiness envelope her. She sat on the couch next to Leo.

"Good morning, love" she whispered, brushing a kiss at the corner of his mouth. She smiled as Kathleen gurgled when she gently caressed her face and took her from Leo. "And good morning to you, darling. So, did you get up early just to play with Daddy?"

Kathleen babbled at her happily, kicking her legs and moving her hands a bit. Jemma smiled and turned to Leo who wiped his face with the corner of his t-shirt and grinned at her.

"She was up before I was," he said, putting a hand around her waist. "She was playing with that stuffed monkey that Skye gave her."

Jemma snorted. Skye had come to visit a few weeks ago and had brought a monkey plush dressed in a lab coat. She had jokingly said that their baby had to have that toy since she was daughter of two weird scientists, one of them also a monkey-loving one.

Leo grinned again, brushing a kiss to her cheek and she looked at him, arching a brow.

"I've already fed her the bottle of milk," he said, answering the silent query. "Changed her diaper and since it's warm I've put her into this cotton onesie." He tickled Kathleen's covered feet and the baby squealed.

Jemma's heart swelled again.

"Well, you have one very efficient Daddy here, don't you darling?" She said, kissing the crown of Kathleen's head. She then turned to Leo, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I've got the most wonderful of husbands."

"You've been working a lot between Kath and the lab," Leo remarked and she smiled, hearing the blush in his voice. "I just wanted to help you out."

She lifted her head and looked up at him in bewilderment.

"We've been both working a lot," she specified. "We take turns to feed her, put her to sleep, wake up when she cries... Then we do our work together in the lab and we manage to get the house going too." She moved forwards and nudged her nose against Leo's jaw "We've been doing everything together, Leo. As always." She smiled softly and he did the same before brushing a kiss to her lips.

Kathleen distracted them when she got a hold of the collar of Jemma's robe and a tiny fistful of Leo's shirt.

Laughing softly, they drew back and cooed over their daughter who eagerly babbled back. She was almost one year old and had started saying little syllables. Jemma's heart had melted when she said 'Ma' for the first time and she couldn't forget the look on Leo's face when Kathleen had said 'Da'.

The tea kettle started whistling and Jemma looked towards the kitchen, tearing her eyes away from her daughter.

"Did you make breakfast already?" She asked, looking at Leo.

"Yeah..." He said smiling and stood up to go to the kitchen. Jemma brought Kathleen closer to her and followed him, only to stop at the threshold.

"Sweetheart, whatever did I do to deserve you?" She asked, taking in the set table in the kitchen and ready breakfast. He had also made her favourite blueberry pancakes

Leo laughed.

"I think I should be asking that question, love," he remarked, getting their tea ready.

Jemma approached him and brushed another kiss on his mouth.

"I beg to differ..." She beamed at him. "Anyway, why-?"

"Can't a man pamper his wife?" He asked, taking the steaming mugs and putting them on the table.

"Yes, of course, but-" She faltered and blushed at the look he was giving her. How he managed to do that after two years of marriage and almost fifteen years of knowing each other was beyond her...

She was tempted to hide behind her daughter's tiny body.

Leo approached her and took Kathleen from her arms, putting her in her high chair; he handed her new and, it seemed, favourite stuffed monkey with a grin.

He then took Jemma's hand and guided her towards her seat, pulling her chair out and then pushing her in when she sat down.

Bemused, Jemma watched him sit next to her.

"Leo?" Her confusion was almost palpable.

"It's a special day for you," he said, smiling softly. "I want everything to be perfect. Actually," He pointed at their daughter. "We do."

Jemma's eyes widened.

"A special day?" She repeated. With a little bit of panic, she wondered if she'd forgotten some important date. It wouldn't be the first time: she tended to forget dates that weren't birthdays or holidays. Leo was the exact opposite: he seemed to remember every single thing and even after the medpod incident his elephant memory hadn't been harmed too much.

Leo had always remembered and, somehow, celebrated the anniversary of their first meeting and there had been years in the past, before they got together when Jemma forgot it. She had gotten better now, remembering anniversaries too.

So, now she scanned her mind, searching for some event and found... nothing.

It was Spring: the closest birthday they had was Kathleen's and it would be in late May.

Then what...?

Leo laughed and brushed his fingers against her cheek.

"You truly are horrible with dates, love." he teased. "But since it's the first time, you're justified."

"First time?" Jemma asked, blinking.

"Look under the napkin."

Jemma automatically looked down and sure enough, the napkin next to her plate was covering something. She hadn't noticed it before. Shooting a look at Leo, Jemma removed the cloth and revealed a small box, wrapped in dark blue paper with a light purple ribbon tied around it.

More than a little flabbergasted now, she picked the box, fingertips moving over the smooth silky ribbon and then looked at Leo. He was smiling tenderly at her.

"Happy Mother's Day, Jem," he said softly. As on cue, Kathleen said a loud 'Ma!' from her seat, earning a laugh from her husband. "See? She knows that it's your day. And Kath actually picked out the gift."

Jemma stared at him, feeling a lump in her chest and throat as her emotions choked her. She felt tears welling in her eyes and had to blink quite a few times and clear her throat before she could speak.

"I-I don't-" She swallowed dryly.

"It's alright, love," Leo said, cupping her cheek with his hand. "Just open it."

Jemma felt her hands tremble slightly and was almost reverent when she undid the ribbon and the wrapping.

She hadn't really thought about it.

Mother's Day. Her first time to celebrate as a mother.

Her heart constricted at the thought that in the future, her daughter would bring her little presents herself, probably smiling and with shining eyes, hoping that she'd like her gifts. She imagined her little voice as she said 'Happy Mother's Day'. She imagined Leo helping their daughter and finding ways to surprise her.

She didn't expect the warm glow in her chest at the thought of this occurring many times in the future...

Jemma carefully opened the box in her hands and smiled when she saw a small, silver locket with a thin chain inside.

She picked it up, fingertips going over the small etchings over the silver casing.

"Open it," Leo said and she did as he asked.

Inside was a photo of them. The three of them.

Jemma recognised it as a picture taken a few months ago and smiled broadly.

They were huddled together on the couch with Kathleen sitting on their laps; Leo's arm was around Jemma's shoulder while the other hand was around their baby's waist, entwined with Jemma's.

They were beaming at the camera, looking unabashedly happy.

They've been having that look for months now...

"It's beautiful," she whispered, closing the locket and looking at her husband with watery eyes.

"Kath actually picked the locket," he said, gently ruffling the little tufts of honey colored hair on their baby girl's head. "I put a magazine with the various models in front of her and she poked that one quite insistently."

Jemma laughed, feeling tears of joy pricking her eyes but brushed them away with the back of her hand.

"It's perfect," she remarked and stood up. She went over to the high chair and placed a soft kiss on her daughter's smooth cheek.

"Thank you, darling," she whispered. "You've made Mummy extremely happy."

"Ma!" Kathleen bounced on her seat and Jemma chuckled, kissing her temple.

She then turned to Leo and felt her heart swell with emotion. She cupped his face and kissed him, pouring all of her feelings in the kiss.

Leo wrapped his arms around her and helped her slide into his lap, eagerly responding to her kiss. They got lost in each other for a few moments until they parted, more than a little out of breath.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Jemma whispered, ghosting his lips with hers. Leo smiled.

"Anything for you," he said. "I love you."

"I love you, too," She rested her forehead against his. "I love you so much."

Leo hugged her closer.

"So," he said in her hair, after a few moments of silence. "Let's have breakfast, yeah? And then we'll see how to spend the rest of the day..."

Jemma nodded.

"I wouldn't mind spending the day, cuddling in bed with both of you," she remarked.

"Sounds like a plan," Leo grinned.

When they walked into their bedroom, later, Jemma tied the purple ribbon onto a small hook that adorned her jewelry box.

It would always be a little memento for her first gift as a mother.

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