339. Who's that jerk?

As Jemma emerged from the bedroom in pajamas, Noah just finished up the call.

He strolled over, "You okay?"

Jemma nodded.

"It was Mom. She's invited us for lunch."

Jemma smiled, "I'm really hoping she's making that cheesecake."

"Oh, she will. Now you, sit tight. I'll whip up some breakfast."

Jemma glanced at the watch, "Aren't you going to work?"

"Nope!"

"Why not?"

"I can't leave you alone. Someone's gotta be with you," he said, disappearing into the kitchen. Jemma felt a tad irritated at first, then she snuck a peek. There he was, effortlessly whipping up her favorite breakfast. A smile crept onto her face. How cute he was! How protective!

Ever since he found out she was pregnant, he's been a different person. Bending over backward to keep her happy, never letting go of her hand, and today, he even bathed her with the tenderness of a saint. Jemma couldn't believe this was the same person who had killed the Mafia's sister.

She strolled into the kitchen and snuck up, hugging him from b