Scully
It had been four years since I had to give William up for adoption, four years since I physically felt my heart break into a million pieces. I miss him so much, but I realize that I cannot go and look for my son which breaks my heart, because I want to see him. I want to see what he looks like; I wonder often if William looks more like me or more like Milder.
Mulder and have been on the run for quite some time now and for the past two weeks, I have had very harsh morning sickness. I know what I wrong with me, but I am absolutely terrified to visually see the results that will confirm what I already know. I'm not sure how to tell Mulder what I suspect. I know he blames himself for the loss of our son, because he was not able to be there to help me protect him from harm, but I still feel it is all my fault.
As I stand here in the bathroom in mine and Mulder's farm house in the middle of nowhere, I stand and look at my reflection in the floor mirror. I can see the visible changes in my midsection as it has a small bump. Barley noticeable to anyone but myself, but I see it and feel it. Most of all, I'm afraid for myself, my child and for Mulder. What will he say? What will he do? Will he ask me to get rid of it? What if I run and never tell anyone? I want to protect my baby, but I also want my son home with me and his father. When I picture this baby, I see a little girl with red hair and Mulder's eyes.
"Scully? You have been in there for over a half hour," Mulder said through the door, causing me to jump a bit. This is it, I have to tell him what I know.
As I opened the door, I walked past Mulder to our bedroom and sat down on our bed, legs crossed with my hands folded on my lap. Mulder knelt down in front of me with worry spread across his face.
"Scully, what is it? I have known you for over a decade and I know something is wrong."
"Mulder, you know I love you and would never let anything happen to you, right?"
"Scully, I feel the same way, what has gotten you so upset?"
"I don't know how to tell you this, but I think I am pregnant." Mulder stood up and sat down on the bed next to me.
"I... I understand if you don't want the baby after what happened with William. I wouldn't blame you for asking me to leave," I started to get up off the bed with tears in my eyes when Mulder grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest.
"Scully, I would never ask that of you, I love and I have loved you since the day you walked into my office. I would never ask you to leave or get rid of the baby. This baby is our baby and I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have to go through what you did with William. I will never allow that to happen ever again." When Mulder finished, he took my face in his hands and kissed me on the forehead.
"Mulder, I'm scared, I'm not even totally certain that I am pregnant," I confessed.
"Scully, this is our baby and no one is ever going to take this child from you. You are a medical doctor and I will go into town and pick up the test, if that's what you need. I would do anything." I nodded into his chest and I knew my answer. He lay me down on the bed and put his face down over my stomach.
"Hello, little bug, I'm your daddy. I know your mommy is right, because she is very smart and I know that you are in there safe and warm. All you have to is focus on growing and being healthy and all your mommy has to do is relax and keep your warm." Mulder kissed my stomach before he walked away to the bathroom and I heard him turn on the faucet.
Mulder
I felt my heart skip a beat when those words came out of her mouth, but all I could feel after was pure joy. As I ran Scully a bath, all I could think is that I believe her. I can feel some kind of shift in the atmosphere of our home.
Once the bath was finished running, I go back to the bedroom where I find Scully sitting up on the bed with her hands splayed over our growing baby. I walk over, pick her up. "Mulder! What are you doing?" "You, my-lady, are going to sit here and relax while I go and get the test you need, no stress is allowed for the mother of my children."
As I put Scully down on her feet, I felt her cling to me. I pulled her into a tight hug. When she pulled away, I kissed her forehead once again then started to take her clothes off. Once her shirt was off, Scully took my left hand and guided me to where the little bump is. "Mulder, I don't think we need the test," Scully told me without breaking her eye contact with my hand over our baby.
"No, Scully, I don't think so either, but you are still getting in the tub and I am going to go to town and get those pill things you need."
"Mulder, they're called pre-natal vitamins."
Scully
After Mulder left, I stayed in the tub and as I lay here, I can't help but talk to the baby. I know it can hear me, but I also know that I will not get a physical response. I calculate the time back to when I had my last period and figure to be about 13 weeks pregnant. With all the stress, I know I missed the signs of the first 11 weeks, but now that I know, I can't wait to start to get things ready. I am still scared for our future and what it will look like. Tomorrow, I am going to make an appointment with the local midwives and get a check up to make sure that everything is okay with the baby. I will not risk anything happening to this child, and maybe one day, William will be able to meet his little brother or sister.