A hot tear rolled down her check as she looked over at her crying son. She walked over and scooped him up in her arms.
"What's wrong my love" she sniffled as she looked down at him. A tear rolled off her check on to Williams shirt. His ocean eyes stared up at her with concern.
"I know I miss him too. I wish he was here too." A river of tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at William with love and happiness. She loved him so much, but wanted Mulder there with her. She refocused on the task at hand, William.
Scully moved her shirt aside and off her shoulder. William latched on to her breast and began to feed. Scully walked over to the rocking chair and began to sing.
"William was a bullfrog he was a good friend of mine. Never understood a word he said, but I helped him drink his wine. He always had some mighty fine wi-." She stopped abruptly as she heard a knock on the door. She looked down, and saw William was still feeding. She grabbed a blanket off her bed and draped it over her shoulder. She opened her door to see the empty hallway. Scully looked down to see a white envelope with her name written in magazine scraps. Before picking it up she went back inside to get her gun. Inside the note read:
"I know what you are thinking. Stop, I will be with you soon. I love you and our son so much.
Love, M"
The tears that had just left came back. She was going to be with Mulder. Her Mulder.