He felt like his legs were about to give out, but he mustered every bit of his strength to remain standing so that he could hold her as she sobbed. He had to be the strong one, for her. Everything was quiet now other than the sounds of water sloshing in the harbor and boats creaking. The whole scene would have been quite peaceful if it weren't for the extreme emotional swings he'd just had, in both directions, losing one miracle child only to find out he was about to become a father to a second one.
Part of him was over the moon to hear that the love of his life was pregnant again. Although she hadn't mentioned it again since their night at the motel, he knew she yearned for more children, and he'd always regretted not being able to give them to her. Scully loved kids, and she should have had the chance to have as many of them as she wanted.
A few weeks ago, in the church, she had told him that she wanted out of the game, out of the car. She wanted to settle down and establish a home with him and, ultimately, with William. If they did manage to locate him, they would have to legally adopt him. Mulder had begun looking into the process. They stood a better chance if they were married, and he was planning on asking her. He was certain she'd say yes; he just hadn't found the right moment.
Now all this had happened. His elation over the new pregnancy was clouded by guilt and grief. How could he rejoice in the news of a second child when they'd just watched their first one be murdered?
Scully's sobs quieted, and he heard emergency sirens in the distance. He had much to ask her and tell her, but he was exhausted, mentally and physically, they had a long drive home, and they had to deal with the authorities before they could leave.
He kissed the top of her head, and she pulled away from his chest to face him. He kissed her forehead. "I love you; you know that."
"Yes." She pulled him into a long, deep kiss.
He put his hand back on her abdomen. "How long have you known?"
"I found out today, at my doctor appointment. I was going to tell you as soon as I got home, but then as soon as I pulled up to the house, Monica called and-" she trailed off, shaking her head. "Mulder, what are we going to DO? We're both in our FIFTIES."
The sirens grew much louder, and they both saw red and blue flashing lights. He gestured towards them.
"We've got to go take care of all this first. We'll talk about all this at home, but I'll tell you right now, I'm not going anywhere. There is no fucking way I'll let it be like it was last time. I don't care what happens, I don't care what I have to do. I am not leaving you or this baby. No matter what, we're in this together, as a family," he promised.
She nodded, and they kissed again. He took her hand – they didn't give a shit who knew at this point; their careers at the FBI were over, anyway – and they walked towards the emergency lights.