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Grant picked up his phone off the coffee table and pressed the power button. Letting out a large sigh, he dropped it and leaned back—still nothing. Skye, FitzSimmons, and May were on an undercover mission in Viedma. They were tracking down an 0-8-4 but couldn’t go in guns blazing.
Fitz was supposed to text when they were on their way back, which May predicted to be two hours ago. Ward’s phone was as dry as how Skye likes her martinis, and he was distraught. He usually wouldn’t care nearly as much as he does now, but he had recently struck up a relationship with Leo. It had been one of the best decisions of his life. He hadn’t truly made that many big decisions in his life.
Ward thought to Garrett, who he had only seen last week. Garrett had said to form no attachments, but Ward was weak, and the Omega was too irresistible. He had no idea what would happen to them once Hyrda took over. Grant hoped to wiggle out of Garrett’s firm Alpha grasp before then.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He scrambled to grab it from the floor, where it had fallen. The display was lit up with the call accept or deny buttons. Ward clicked on the green phone and held it up to his ear.
“Leo! What happened, baby? Are you alright?”
“Hey, Ward, it’s Skye.” The Beta spoke cautiously, not wanting to upset her friend.
“Where’s Leo?”
“He’s unconscious.”
Ward’s blood started to boil, his inner Alpha already planning murder scenarios. “What?!” Grant practically screeched. “What happened?”
“Ward, calm down. We don’t know yet. He just passed out after the mission. We’re on our way back now. 20 minutes. Can you sit still until then?”
The brunette growled, “No!”
Skye rolled her eyes at the Alpha’s temperamental behavior. “Well, try, okay? For Fitz?”
He shook his head, standing up to pace. “Fine, fine. Thanks, Skye.”
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Ward looked up as the door to the general living areas opened. It was Skye. She coughed a few times. “Jesus, Ward. It stinks of possessiveness in here.” The brunette waved the air in front of her with her hand. “Just- go on down. Simmons is running some tests.” She stalked to her cabin, mumbling about ‘dumb knotheads.” Grant raced down the spiral staircase and into the lab.
Fitz was in a medical nightgown, lying on the table. The dirty blonde turned his head towards his partner as Ward walked in. “Leo.” He breathed, pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing his tanned skin against Leo’s scent glands. The Omega’s body visibly relaxed as Grant scented him, tension leaving his shoulders.
He smiled down at the Scottish man after he pulled away. “Hey. You feeling alright?”
Leo shrugged slightly. “Stomach ache. Don’t know what Simmons is making a big deal about.” He turned back to glare at the other Alpha. Jemma put on an innocent face and grabbed a small needle.
“Your safety is one of my top priorities, so tests, tests, tests.” The woman sat down on a rolling stool, making her way to the central lab table. “You can’t just pass out on a mission and expect everyone not to do anything, Leo.” She rubbed an anti-bacterial wipe over his arm. Tossing it in the trash, she raised the needle.” Ready?” She counted down before slowly inserting the pointed tip into his arm and slowly drawing out a blood sample.
“Ow.” He mumbled. Ward shot a dirty look at the Alpha for hurting his partner before grabbing Leo’s hand and lacing their fingers together.
“Just give me a second...” Jemma said, typing something on her computer.
Ward brought his attention back to Fitz. “So, how did the mission go? Did you get it?”
“Yeah, we got it. May has it upstairs, I think. But it seems I also caught an illness.” Leo had long since sat up, so he turned to press his back against Ward’s chest. The taller man wrapped his arms around Fitz’s waist possessively and pulled him inches closer. Grant looked at Jemma, working on his partner’s blood.
“I hope it’s nothing serious,” Leo spoke quietly as Grant returned to lapping at his partner’s neck.
All of a sudden, Jemma gasped. Fitz reacted immediately, ripped from his Alpha’s lull as panic washed over him. He jumped off the table and ran to her side.
“What? What is it, Jemma?” She looked up at him, an excited but worried look on her face. “Fitz, I need you to take a deep breath.” He did, although what calmed him more was Grant taking his hand and rubbing his thumb along the inside of the dirty blonde’s wrist.
They both looked at her, expectant. “Fitz, you’re pregnant.”