"Scully?" Mulder's voice rose from the floor where he was supposed to be sleeping and she rolled over in bed to face him, trying to maintain her patience.
"Yes, Mulder?"
"You ever thought about having all this one day?"
"What, domestic bliss?"
He nodded.
She flopped against her pillow. "Okay, I'll bite. You know, Mulder, for all the grief I've given you over this, it really hasn't been so bad. I haven't minded...playing house with you." She shifted her gaze to her fingers fiddling with the sheets.
"It's been nice, I agree."
"Okay, yeah, as weird as it sounds, I think I would like to have all of this one day. Would you?"
"Only if you'd be there with me," her gaze snapped up to meet his eyes. "Is that what you'd want?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is."
"Then we'll have it one day. If that's what you still want. We'll get a little place, settle down somewhere in the country."
"We could get a farmhouse," she murmured sleepily.
"I'd like that. Out in the middle of nowhere, nobody to come after us, peace and quiet… sounds nice."
"We could get married."
"Is that a proposal, Scully?" He teased gently.
"That's your job, Mulder. Good night."
"Good night, Scully."