Fury had a lot on his plate these days, what with a coup of the Sphere control nodule, juggling all those bitching country leaders, reassembling S.H.I.E.L.D. (with the Avengers again), and just generally all this being in space bullshit. There wasn't much time for anything else, but for Wicked he made time. Ever since she'd broke the news, he tried his damnedest to be there for all that baby shit. Somebody had to and Nick could be calm about it, he'd been through all this before. He did his best to reassure her, popped up at her place at random times with weird foods for her cravings, even found her a copy of What to Expect When you're Expecting that someone had brought into space. He might have skimmed a little of it.
Today was one of the few medical visits he'd had to miss for a meeting, but now he sought her out (a little grumpy because where the fuck did she run off to?), and eventually found her- of course- at the memorial wall. That already didn't bode too well. "Hey," he greeted her, trying to sound cheerful. "Sorry I missed it. Anything new today?"