There was a slow, solemn nod of her head. It would be best for her to tell Coulson what she did. No doubt everyone would be shocked about what happened. Skye would probably throw a fit, May might glare at her and...the others whose name she could not remember for the life of her, she would probably get heated remarks from. Whatever, as long as Trip was happy with her return, that's all that mattered.

As for raising their baby, well, she cocked an eyebrow there. So he wanted to be an agent and be a dad at the same time.

"That'll be interestin' t'juggle. I can only imagine what you'll tell our child about your job--!" Her eyes went wide for a moment, pointing a finger at him. "Don't you dare tell her you're a superhero. I don't want her t'put on a cape an' try t'fly around like bloody Superman and shit." God no, she would not have her daughter thinking that was okay. Superheros did exist, but they didn't wear capes or have the urge to fly around to show off. If anything she would train their daughter to be a cross between her and Trip; strong enough to physically take down anyone, and mentally sharp to outwit someone.

As for where they would raise her...Miami seemed to be the place. They seemed to fit in there and they knew the area well enough. No one would think to look for them there.

"We could think about it, or just do it. We managed well there..." Minus her morning sickness and running off...but everything was fine there. The beach, the warm weather. The only thing that was unsettling was the potential for tsunami's and hurricanes, but they knew how to handle themselves in those instances.

"We just have t'keep a low profile. As long as we're not stuck in Amish country, we'll be fine."