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Hold On To Love
Chapter two
Slipping into her pyjamas, she realised how exhausted she really was, it had been close to a week without a full night of sleep. Her cramped position in the chair beside Mulder's hospital bed had done little to her health and satisfaction of her unborn baby. Sliding into bed she groaned in pain, her back was beyond sore it was aching with pain. Stretching out her foot started to cramp, Jesus her body was falling apart these days. The joys of an expecting mom!
Turning to her side, she placed a spare pillow between her legs; it relieved some of the pressure and allowed her to relax. Closing her eyes and exhaling deeply she willed her thoughts to slow down, and after taking a few deep breaths she controlled her breathing into a deep slow pattern. Breathing in through her nose and all the way down to her stomach, and then exhaling slowly through her mouth, it released some of her stress but her head was still working on overload. Focusing on her toes, she began to feel every single toe and stretched them lazily, moving to her ankles she repeated the gesture. Her body felt fine up till her lower back, gentle hands massing her sore spots would be heaven, in her dreams. Accepting the pain and soreness, her focus moved on and feeling the insisting movements in her abdomen her spirit was lifted. She loved her baby and would move heaven and earth for it, sacrifice her own happiness for her miracle. A smile tugged at her lips when she finally was rewarded with a peaceful blackness behind her eyes.
All too quickly, her peace was interrupted; a painful pressure on her bladder forced her to awake fully. There never was much time to reach the bathroom these days; often it was a matter of seconds. It was worse in the mornings her nap must have tricked her body into morning habits.
In the bathroom she stripped naked, a hot bath would do wonder to her back and prolonging her relatively relaxed state of mind. Gliding into the hot water she controlled her breathing again, needing a moment of quietness before dealing with the uncertainty and anger between her and Mulder again. She wasn't ready to give him up, never had and hoping she never would be. But her fear of losing him was driving her mad.
The cooling of the water left Goosebumps on her skin and refreshed from bath and sleep Scully stepped out of the tub. Smoothing her special lavender oil onto her skin, she hoped it would do the wonders to her skin all pregnant women prayed for. With her skin still slightly moist from the oil she decided to dry off before taking any clothes on.
Leaving the bathroom she was almost knocked down by Mulder.
"Mulder" she gasped with a heart beating from chock.
His face turned into his panic face, "God…Scully!" He choked.
"What are you doing here, Mulder" Worried, she studied his face, it was the first time he saw her naked pregnant body and she couldn't help but fear his resentment. Being very disciplined about her eating habits her weight was perfectly acceptable, she had gained the extra weight needed for the baby and nothing more. Everybody told her she was very lucky, and she was. She was carrying the child she only dared dreaming of and she had gotten Mulder back. Well a sort of back.
Mulder's eyes traced her body from head to toe, finally his eyes settle on her breasts, lingering there. His breathing became heavier. "Huh, I came with the file; you didn't answer the door or your cell phone. I used my key." He waved the key in the air and removed his eyes to briefly meeting hers.
"I was taking a bath."
"So I see, Scully." His eyes moved to her bedroom door, quickly he scanned the room.
"Looking for something, Mulder?" His behaviour annoyed and puzzled her, she really couldn't tell what he kept searching for whenever he was around her.
"Just checking to see if somebody was stealing your supply of pyjamas, or perhaps you've become a nudist. I doubt you've turned into one of those dancers from the tapes which aren't mine."
Passing him she willed her temper, "sure, Mulder, women in my state of pregnancy is highly regarded as nude dancers if you will excuse me my customer is waiting in the closet. I was waiting for the oil on my skin to dry. I don't think I will offend anyone, Mulder, after all, I'm in my own apartment with all the privacy I want. Besides that the air feels good. I hope, I didn't appal you with my extra weight, Mulder, but if I do remember correctly, you're the intruder."
"I've better words than appalling for you."
"What did you say, Mulder"
"Huh, nothing. Scully did you read the file?"
Finding a pair of panties that wasn't huge as a house she slipped them over her tights, resting low of her hips, they didn't bother her abdomen. "No, Mulder, you never gave me the chance. So far, I haven't learned to long distance read the cases, so no. But I'm sure you will tell me if there is something to say about the case."
Surprisingly, he sat on her bed and studied her while she got dressed, he never looked horrified with the sight of her naked body but it was impossible to read his thoughts. His willingness to be around her in her glory of pregnancy touched her and her eyes filled with tears. Bowing her face, she hid them from him she had always been emotional but nothing like now.
"Timmy and Sarah have been married for five years but only managed to bring a pregnancy so far by now, they have had help with this pregnancy, it have taken several treatments and Sarah has miscarried four times already. The last time in her 30th week, the baby was still born. Timmy and Sarah never saw the baby. Most of the parents losing their babies in the hands of Dr. Sellers have been treated for infertilities and have miscarried more than once. Is that normal, Scully? Is there a higher risk of loosing babies created in a lab?"
Fully dressed, she turned to face him, "there is always a risk of miscarriage, most people doesn't know how often a pregnancy ends in a miscarriage, because it happens so early that the woman hasn't realised she is with child, yet. With fertility treatments the challenge is to get the harvested eggs to find residence in the uterus, it often fails. And the embryo appears be more fragile than normally conceived ones."
Licking her lips, she saw his head staring to spin, "my baby is fine, Mulder. I'm fine."
"I don't think Dr. Seller is the good fairy of unborn children, Scully, I think he plays God."
"Let's see what he says tomorrow, Mulder. Do you want something to drink?"
"No!"
Sighing, she wondered what was going on in his head, "I would like to check your chest to see if it have healed completely or if it need any special attention. I would also like to check your pupils for dilations."
Getting up from her bed, he rapidly answered her, "it will have to wait. I'm on my way out. See you in the morning, I'll pick you up."
Again, he was gone before she had a chance to respond. It was getting a bad habit of his.
Again, she had no idea of what was going on behind the beautiful eyes of his, except for the few glimpses of sorrow and confusion, he allowed her to see for brief moments. It was like trying to read a closed book, knowing that the book would answer all the questions you ever had asked, if you only knew how to open it.
