Jemma & Phil
Luckily for everyone who wanted to hold the baby, Jemma had found that she wasn't overly protective, and was happy to hand her over when asked. Only when asked, of course, too well mannered to just force her child into someone's arms.
She beamed at Coulson when he joined her, and without missing a beat, shifted Eleanor into his arms. She was sleeping, thankfully, with all the bustle around them she'd probably be overwhelmed if she wasn't. Jemma hoped she'd stay that way for a while.
"I'm afraid you're overestimating her popularity." And overestimating how often she'd been out of the house at all. It hadn't been much, little walks across the road to the fountain or through the neighbourhood. This was the first time Jemma had taken her to people rather than letting people come to them.