Title: Life Is Good
Author: Samantha Leigh
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, but in test readings it left a small percentage with a warm
squishy feeling.
Disclaimer: Chris Carter..."sue" is a girl's name (thank you to Amamda
Finch [Hey! A discalimer within a disclaimer!] for that lovely
disclaimer).
Summary: Life is good for Mulder.
Keywords: MSR, M/S married, vignette
I am so...sharp that I didn't even have to pay attention in economics to write this story! *** Life is good.
It's like in that commercial: "Life is good thanks to...." whoever it was, I can never remember, but my life is good thanks to Scully.
I smile at her. She is so beautiful to me, even now, seven and a half months pregnant, sweaty and squinty and uncomfortable in the bright sunlight, actually listening to this denizen of Buttfuck, Idaho.
When I found out about her pregnancy, I surrepticiously went to Skinner and requested a lighter caseload. Now we are stuck doing background checks and investigating the occasional missing bovine.
She is now shifting her weight from foot to foot, her lovely face squished into that "I'm-not-feeling-well-but-I'm-not-gonna-tell-Mulder-cos-he'll- make-me-go-back-to-the-hotel/home-and-even-thought-I-really-wanna-do-that- I'm-fine-but-if-I-hurl-I'm-aiming-at-him" look I've grown to know so well.
I grin at her, she's so cute when she's nauseous. It's times like these when I can momentarily forget that I'm the key figure in an ongoing govermental conspiracy that reaches into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet; that if I go one centimeter in the wrong direction I could have the hounds of hell after me and Scully; all the hardships and angst I have suffered and caused and just focus on my one in five billion.
Scully closes her eyes briefly, then hands the resident of Nowhere, Idaho one of her cards. She turns to me, squinting up into the sunlight, her eyebrows raising slightly at my goofy grin. I offer my arm and after a brief pause she takes it and I escort her across the cow-pie covered land, accidentally stepping in one of the aforementioned pies, elicting a peal of laughter from her.
But that doesn't matter. All that matters right now is feeling Scully's slight form beside me, hearing her laughter, seeing her smile, holding her when the night seems too long.
I slip my arm around her shoulders and hug her to me, smiling broadly and sighing a happy, contented smile.
Yep, life is good.
*** Don't ask, cos I have no idea.
"I'm so cool that I can fall down while I'm just standing around doing nothing."
"It's so squishy!" "Well, yeah, it's gum."
"I wanna watch the X-Files in the rain/on a big screen in the backyard/with the 10-foot speakers and the stereo sound/"
"HOLY FLURKING SHNIT!!"
I am so...sharp that I didn't even have to pay attention in economics to write this story! *** Life is good.
It's like in that commercial: "Life is good thanks to...." whoever it was, I can never remember, but my life is good thanks to Scully.
I smile at her. She is so beautiful to me, even now, seven and a half months pregnant, sweaty and squinty and uncomfortable in the bright sunlight, actually listening to this denizen of Buttfuck, Idaho.
When I found out about her pregnancy, I surrepticiously went to Skinner and requested a lighter caseload. Now we are stuck doing background checks and investigating the occasional missing bovine.
She is now shifting her weight from foot to foot, her lovely face squished into that "I'm-not-feeling-well-but-I'm-not-gonna-tell-Mulder-cos-he'll- make-me-go-back-to-the-hotel/home-and-even-thought-I-really-wanna-do-that- I'm-fine-but-if-I-hurl-I'm-aiming-at-him" look I've grown to know so well.
I grin at her, she's so cute when she's nauseous. It's times like these when I can momentarily forget that I'm the key figure in an ongoing govermental conspiracy that reaches into the lives of every man, woman, and child on this planet; that if I go one centimeter in the wrong direction I could have the hounds of hell after me and Scully; all the hardships and angst I have suffered and caused and just focus on my one in five billion.
Scully closes her eyes briefly, then hands the resident of Nowhere, Idaho one of her cards. She turns to me, squinting up into the sunlight, her eyebrows raising slightly at my goofy grin. I offer my arm and after a brief pause she takes it and I escort her across the cow-pie covered land, accidentally stepping in one of the aforementioned pies, elicting a peal of laughter from her.
But that doesn't matter. All that matters right now is feeling Scully's slight form beside me, hearing her laughter, seeing her smile, holding her when the night seems too long.
I slip my arm around her shoulders and hug her to me, smiling broadly and sighing a happy, contented smile.
Yep, life is good.
*** Don't ask, cos I have no idea.
"I'm so cool that I can fall down while I'm just standing around doing nothing."
"It's so squishy!" "Well, yeah, it's gum."
"I wanna watch the X-Files in the rain/on a big screen in the backyard/with the 10-foot speakers and the stereo sound/"
"HOLY FLURKING SHNIT!!"