Who: Leo Fitz and Open What: Watching the girls play When: Tuesday afternoon Where: The park Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-goin
Even now, more than a couple years after losing Jemma, Fitz still found himself thinking about her sometimes -- at specific moments now, though, and not the all-consuming thoughts that'd been present at the very start. Moments like this, where he was at the park with the girls. He couldn't help it, really, couldn't help thinking about how bittersweet it was that Jemma would never actually get to know them. He liked to think she would be proud of them way they were growing up, though.
He always loved seeing them running around and playing, being like other little kids their ages. They were incredibly precocious and he didn't want to see them grow up as isolated from their peers as he had been. Rationally he knew they wouldn't, because it was such a different environment and because they had so many people to make sure that didn't happen, but he still worried. He was a parent, it was his job.
But right then, he wasn't worrying, he was just watching his daughters play.