I'll Stick Around

"I - I never had a dad. I don't know how to do you right, Jems. How to raise this kid, how to act. I want to do this, but I just . . . I don't know how to be a dad."

Jemma sat up lightly, winding her arms around his neck and ducking her forehead into the dip of his shoulder and neck. "And I don't know how to be a mum," she whispered. "But I know we're going to figure this out. FitzSimmons, right?"

He chuckled softly, tears finally breaking through. "Yeah,"