Rated T for language, and possibilties in the future? Please, R&R.
During Season 7.
Summary: Mulder and Scully get pregnant and later find out that Scully has three options. Abortion. Poison that kills the baby. Or she can die. Mulder and Scully make the best of what they have, get married, and Scully writes letters to her child to later read on each birthday.
Whispering Wind But here I am today; filled of joy, carrying the miracle we've strived for.
"Never give up on a miracle." I remember him saying those words to me in my apartment almost three years ago. It was just after the invitro failed and my last chance was gone, failed.
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Scully walked down into the office at her usual time, 7:30. Her breathing was fast, and she couldn't stop beaming.
Once she opened the door, Mulder was there in his usual position, at the desk, launching pencils up at the ceiling. Mulder greeted her, but without saying a word she walked up to him and sat on his lap. He was surprised, but he didn't push her away. She pressed her forehead to his.
"We're pregnant." She whispered. He developed a huge goofy grin across his lips.
"Really?" He asked smiling; now cupping her face. Tears rimmed her eyes and his as well. Scully nodded, her tears now falling. "I'm gonna be a daddy?"
"You are." She said softly.
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The next month was hard, with Scully being two months pregnant. Every morning she would wake up around 5:30 and empty her stomach into the toilet. Mulder held her hair back, and hated seeing her in pain. She looked more awful with each passing day.
"Scully," Mulder started, leaning against the bathroom wall. Scully just finished brushing her teeth. Now she was splashing cold water on her face. "Scully, look at me." Scully turned around, looking sicker than ever. "I don't think this is normal. I want you to see your doctor." Scully's reaction surprised him. He was ready for a fight from her. She just simply nodded.
"I know."
"I just wanna," He began to say, stepping towards her to hold her in his arms. "I want you and the baby to be safe. That's all I want."
"That's what I want too."
"So you'll call Doctor Nugent?" She nodded again, against Mulder's chest. The thought of the baby being harmed made her eyes tear up. She sniffed. Mulder pulled back her face to look at her. "You'll be alright. I will never let anything happen to you." His words made her tears fall faster. She pressed her face hard against his chest, damping his light pajama shirt. "Don't cry, He soothed her, rubbing her back. "You'll be fine. The baby will be fine. I love you both," He pressed a long kiss to her head. Scully was at a loss for words. She walked away crying, and Mulder yearned to hold her just a minute longer. And when he heard that loud noise of something falling, he ran out of the bathroom, so see her lying on the floor by the bed, unconscious.
"Dana," Dr. Brittney Nugent said, coming into the hospital room that Scully laid in. Mulder was at her side, holding her hand tightly, staring intently into her eyes before the doctor interrupted them. "I can assure you that the baby is fine. So don't worry." Dr. Nugent handed Mulder the ultrasound pictures. "He or she is healthy and normal. But for you, I really have no exact reasoning for why this is happening. It may just be stress. You work at the FBI, correct?"
"I do."
"Well, that's a very stressful job. Maybe you shouldn't be out on the field. Perhaps, just behind a desk while you're pregnant."
"But I'm only in my second month."
"That's all I can tell you really."
It was near seven o'clock and Skinner was held up in his office with some paperwork. Outside, the sun was beginning to set. He was focused intently on a file, but then his door flew open.
"I don't know what the hell you're doing here Krycek or how you got in, but you might as well leave!" Skinner angrily spat at the killer in his office.
"You're gonna want to listen to me." He spoke in a calm voice, internally laughing at Skinner.
"I don't have to listen to a damn thing you say, nor do I care." He got up.
"It's about Scully's baby." Skinner stopped where he stood. Mulder wasn't the only one worrying, Skinner was too.
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The light from the TV illuminated the dimly lit room. Scully was wrapped in a blanket on Mulder's lap. Both were watching some boring reality show and neither were interested. Scully rested her head against Mulder's chest, listening to his even heart. She loved sitting there in the stillness inhaling his scent. His arms were under the blanket, and his hands were under her thin shirt. He traced circles on her sides. He bent his neck down to steal a kiss on her lips for an instant until she returned her nose to his chest.
"You're going to have the most beautiful baby." Mulder randomly thought out loud. Scully was still pressed up against his chest, eyes closed.
"Now that's only because you're the father."
"No... I don't think so," He said into her hair. "It's all because you're beautiful." Her heart melted and she turned up to him, smiling.
"Seven more months, Mulder and we'll be a little family." She rested a hand on his neck and leaned in to kiss him, but just then a loud and urgent knock at the door interrupted them. Mulder chuckled.
"I'll get it." Mulder quickly pecked her on the lips and lifted up so he could get up to the door. "Skinner?" Mulder wondered why the assistant director was showing up at Scully's at 8:30 at night. "Woah! What're you doing here," Mulder advanced forward to get a swing at Krycek, but Skinner held him back.
"You're gonna have to listen to him, Mulder." Skinner said, restraining him.
"You have every right to want to see me dead," Krycek started. Scully was staring at the scene, but not seeing Krycek, just hearing voices. "But you're going to want to listen to me now." Mulder was waiting for an explanation. Krycek walked past him and into Scully's view.
"Mulder, what's going on?" Scully asked, looking over the couch.
"It's about Scully's baby."
"What about my baby?" Scully and Mulder said in sync, now worried.
"Maybe you should sit down, Mulder." Skinner said, trying to pull him to the couch.
"What the hell's going on?" Scully yelled.
"What do you mean it's about her baby?" Mulder shook off Skinner's arm and sat on the couch next to Scully, who was now sitting normally, blanket draped across her lap. She quickly grabbed Mulder's hand. He was tense. Skinner took the seat next to Mulder, Krycek, across from them in the recliner.
"Your baby is not normal." He stated it like it wasn't a big deal.
"My baby is fine." Scully's teeth were clenched together, tears in the corners of her eyes. "The doctor said..."
"Forget your doctor. She didn't know what to look for. You have to kill it." Scully's jaw fell open and she shook her head. She couldn't believe what was happening. "You can't give birth."
"She's having that baby." Mulder told Krycek heatedly.
"If she has that baby she'll die exactly three hours after the birth."
"You're lying." Scully's eyes were tightly shut and she was turned away, towards Mulder.
"I'm telling the truth." Krycek said, calm as ever. He was expecting all of that. "Listen, I'm risking my life telling you this. I'm going against what I was told to do."
"Why?" Mulder asked holding onto Scully, who was turned into his shirt. Her eyes were tightly shut, refusing to cry. But Mulder held on to her for security.
"Because I can," Skinner rolled his eyes at Krycek's response. "Now you have three options." Scully turned to look at Krycek, her eyes glassy with her tears. They stung. She sniffed. "You get an abortion. You get injected at your neck, and the baby dies. Or you die three hours after your birth from natural causes."
"There has to be some other way." Skinner finally spoke. Mulder's eyes were now tearing up. This couldn't be happening, not to him, not to Scully.
"Why is this happening to me?" Scully's voice asked, weak.
"A baby born in a barren mother's barren womb, it's not meant to be." Scully inhaled a long breath before responding.
"Then I choose to die."
"Scully," Mulder whispered.
"No, Mulder. I choose to die. Not my baby. Not our baby."
"Scully," he whispered again his heart breaking, voice cracking. Scully placed her hand against Mulder's warm cheek and smiled, shaking her head. Her head fell against him.
"I can't kill our baby," Her lips tickled his neck as she spoke against it, but it was just something he ignored; he was too overtaken by pain. "Mulder, you understand. You would do the same, wouldn't you?"
"You can't," he protested.
"I have to."
Skinner got up and walked into the kitchen. Krycek followed, giving them some space. Mulder broke into tears.
"You're going to be a wonderful father, Mulder." Scully whispered, stroking his cheek.
"Scully, no I'm not doing this without you. I'm not doing anything without you. I need you. I love you."
"Mulder, you have to."
"Marry me first," That was the only this he said. Scully stopped breathing and looked at him.
"What?" Mulder pulled away from her and got down on one knee.
"Marry me first," He repeated, more confidently this time. Scully stretched her arms out so she could cup his cheek and bring his face closer to hers.
"Okay," She whispered, offering a strong smile from ear to ear back. He pulled her onto the floor with him, holding her refusing to let go as she cried her heart out into his chest. Mulder cried into her hair. Although, he was marrying Scully there was a pain in his chest, his heart was broke. He knew that if Scully died, his heart was to die with her.
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Like the whispering wind
you sent to me
Like the hopeless time
you gave to me
I watched your dreams
All slip away
I watched your dreams
All slip away...
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Should I continue? I really want to. (: -A.
Review if I should... please?
This is going to be so cute if you want me to continue. MSR(:
And then the baby boy or girl comes...
