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Melinda tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get to sleep. It seemed like no matter what position she twisted herself into, she wasn't comfortable, and even in the air-conditioned house, her blankets felt like an oven.
"Argh," she groaned, tossing them off and onto the floor and shifting around again.
In her new position, she could see the photo of Andrew smiling at her from her nightstand. She couldn't help but smile back as the butterflies fluttered around her stomach. They were getting married in the morning. She was going to be Andrew's wife, and he was going to be her husband and they were going to be married.
Oh god. She shifted onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
They were going to be married.
She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a specialist, working in the field! She could be killed! And then Andrew would be widowered. And their kids!
Oh god. She turned back to look at his picture, reaching out to stroke his face through the glass.
How was she going to have kids?
She tried to picture herself scaling a building while 7 months' pregnant or nursing a baby while parachuting into enemy territory. Turning her back on the photo, she curled up into a ball and regretted throwing her blankets off of the bed.
She could always ride a desk while she was pregnant? Maybe drive the bus on missions but otherwise stay out of the field?
Flipping over onto her stomach, she buried her head under her pillows and groaned again.
She was being ridiculous. She and Andrew had already discussed all of this. This was just cold feet.
Sticking her tongue out, she mentally berated herself for her foolishness. Melinda May didn't get cold feet. Cold feet were for people who weren't top graduates of the Academy with one of the best field records ever achieved in their first year of service. She just needed to do something to get a grip.
Giving up on sleep, she slid out of bed and piled the blankets on the mattress. Then, padding over to her desk, she took out a pad and pencil and sat down to clear her mind.
The Perfect Murder
With a smile, she set to work. This was just what she needed to calm down.