Jemma & Phil
Jemma doubted any future sleep, currently. Oh, once Eleanor slept through the night, maybe, but right now, even if she and Fitz did have a routine meant to let them both get some sleep, she still woke up at every cry. Even when Fitz was the one to get up and go to the baby, Jemma laid there, wide awake every time, until she was settled again. A few hours every other evening when she just couldn't go on anymore were the longest she got.
But of course it was worth it. Their baby was perfect.
"Goodness. You're right. It seems like just yesterday she was turning up on doorsteps, doesn't it?" Jemma and Fitz had both been the target of that a few times. "It's hard to believe it's been...how long has it been? Close to two years now, don't you think?"