Sara B. 05/01
Mulder watched Scully
decorating the dining room in the western theme William wanted. He’d never
tell her but she was waddling and he was just too damned proud that he’d caused it.
That was his baby growing in her and everyone knew it; unlike her pregnancy with William. Times were different then.
He supposed it was
silly to be proud of something so basic. They hadn’t been out to make a
baby, they were just making love. Mulder chortled to himself, ‘just making
love’ was so inappropriate. People ‘just had sex’ but ‘making
love’ was in a whole different category. Oh, the body works the same but
the emotions and thoughts were completely different. He’d never been a
Lothario but he’d had his share of just sex relationships and a few that he’d thought were love and none compared
to what he had with Scully. She made all the difference.
we’re never going to finish if you don’t stop gaping at me and start helping.” Scully called from the doorway too the patio. She turned to
go out carrying more decorations and added over her shoulder, “and wipe that smug, self satisfied grin off your face.” Her head turned and he saw her saucy smile. “You
didn’t do it alone, you know.” He was so busted.
contain his laughter as he jumped off the ladder and followed her. He caught
up with her and pulled her into a hug. “Not anymore I don’t. Love you, Mommy.”
“Love you too,
Dad, but we really need to finish this before we are invaded by a hoard of five year olds.” Scully pushed some decorations at him. “Finish hanging
but you owe me. Tonight I want full cooperation from you, young lady. Not one peep from you while I indulge myself with tummy rubbing and baby talking, I may even treat you
to a foot rub. You know what they say; a happy Mammy makes for a happy Pappy. Deal?”
Scully pulled him
back and gave him a kiss. “Deal, I can guarantee you will be one happy
Pappy when I have my way with you. You finish up here and I’ll get Will
dressed. Who would have thought we’d have a budding Marshal Dillon on our
Mulder and Scully
stood at the door, with their arms loosely around each other. They surveyed the
antics of seventeen four and five year old boys re-enact the old west in their back yard.
The boys were all decked out in full cowboy gear and busy terrorizing the western town of Spooky Gulch that Frohike,
Langly, Byers, Skinner and Doggett had painstakingly rendered from discarded appliance boxes; Mulder’s contribution,
appropriately, was Boot Hill.
The sheriff and his
‘men’ were in pursuit of Black Bart and his henchmen, otherwise known as Frohike, Langly and Byers. Skinner and Mrs. Scully were in the ‘saloon’ serving up ice cream and cake while Doggett and
Monica corralled the trash. Will’s stash of presents was holed up in the
“They are going
to be on a sugar high for days,” Scully commented.
a sure thing we’re a hit with the kids,” Mulder countered.
“And the parents
will have us on a hit list,” came Scully’s rejoinder.
William ran toward
his parents and latched onto his father’s leg and hid his face. “Hey,
pardner, where’s the fire?” Will looked up; he was clearly upset. “Tommy
said that you made Mommy fat!”
Scully caught Mulder’s
look of panic and anger and decided to jump in. “Will, in a way Tommy is
right. Do you remember when we told you that you were going to have a little
brother or sister?” Will nodded and his expression changed to confusion. “That baby is growing inside me. Your
Daddy put it there and I’m holding it until it’s ready to join us.”
She cupped her boy’s face. “Do you understand?”
“I think so,
kinda like the oven. You bake dinner ‘till it’s ready.” He ran off before she could clarify but they heard him yell. “Tommy, my Mom’s not fat; she’s baking my little brother or sister.”
All of the adults
started to laugh and Scully just hid her face. Mulder leaned down and whispered,
“that’s my bun in your oven.”
Scully looked at
him through her fingers, “oh, God!”
It had taken three
stories before William finally settled down enough to sleep. Mulder sauntered
into their bedroom and found Scully undressing. He just stared. Who would have thought that a pregnant woman could be so sexy? She
began to put on a nightgown and he stopped her with a gentle hand. “No,
I want to look at you some more.” His hands caressed her skin softly and
his lips followed the path. Mulder knelt down and placed butterfly soft kisses
on her extended abdomen and looked up. “Do you have any idea how beautiful
you are?” He saw the argument form on her lips and he placed a finger over
her mouth to stop her. “No, Scully, don’t disagree. You are, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known or ever will know. I love you.”
Mulder was one very
happy Pappy that night!