A/N: I forgot to mention in the last couple of chapters, Emily never happened, so Mulder is the only one who knows about Scully's barreness.

Chapter 3

Dana and Mulder appeared again over half an hour later. Both their eyes were suspiciously red. I decided not to ask, it was none of my buisness.

They walked into the den and I could hear them setting out their bed.

"Are you really alright?" I heard him ask

"I'm fine." She answered

"I don't believe you!"

"Okay, okay. I'm not fine, but I will be, it just takes time."

"I know, just remember; I'm always here."

"Thank you."

I wasn't sure what was bothering her, something that she felt couldn't be shared with the rest of the family.

We ate dinner, with lots of laughter and chatting. Tara was informing Danni about kicking and labour, while Bill warned me about cravings and mood swings.

I looked over from time to time and noticed that Dana still look upset and distant. Mulder was holding her hand under the table, and whispering in her ear.

I was worried about Dana, but she had always been so strong and private; even as a child. I realised I would have to get her on her own if I wanted even a chance in hell of finding out what was bothering her.

My chance came quite soon, Mulder's help was required in the kitchen and he managed to pursuade Dana to go rest in the den. I followed her and hugged her from behind.

She stiffened and I saw her hand automatically go to her hip.

"Dana, it's me, sorry, did I scare you?"

"Oh my god! I'm sorry Charlie!"

"Don't worry,"

"I'm so, so, sorry!" She carried on, ignoring my brush offs

"Dana! You didn't even have your gun! Calm down!"

"I know, but I still should have had better control!"

"Whatever, I came in her for a better reason than to scare you shitless,"

"What?"

"What's wrong, I saw you and Mulder go off and come back with red eyes, and you haven't been right all evening, Mulder looks worried about you."

"W-what?" She asked, eyes wide, her cool exterior crumbling

"Danes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She answered too quickly

"What is it?"

"NOTHING!" she raised her voice, then looked around guiltily

"Please Dana."

"No, I'm fine.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." She insisted

"Dana..."

"I. Am. Fine."

"Okay, okay." I raised my hands in mock surrender.

"Good. Was there anything else?" The armour was back on. I knew her well enough to know, I wouldn't be getting anything more out of her. Tonight at least.

I watched the end credits from 'Psycho' roll onto the screen. Matthew was in bed and the rest of us were spread across the couches. Bill and Tara were sat next to each other on the three seater, with Mom on the other end. Danni was asleep, laying on my side on the second couch and Dana and Mulder were sharing the armchair, curled up together, to Mom's rather obvious delight and Bill equally obvious distaste. I couldn't believe anyone could think their relationship was platonic, she was practically sat in his lap, and he was lazily tracing lines up and down her spine, through her t-shirt. She yawned suddenly, causing Mulder to cease his movements.

"Do you want to go to bed yet?" He asked softly, barely audible to the rest of us.

"Mmm...yeah." She agreed "What about you?"

"I'll come with you, see if I can sleep."

"Okay..." She yawned again, and he began to scoop her up.

"I'm tired, not an invilid." She muttered darkly

"I know, I know." He replied, draping his arm lightly across her shoulders.

"Night." They said quietly, being careful not to wake Danni.

"Night." We all replied almost silently. Bill and Tara and Mom made their way upstairs, while I scooped up my sleeping wife, and carried her up to bed.

"DANA!" Bill's shout woke me up. It was 6:30am.

I ran downstairs, anticipating the worst. Dana was injured, or missing, or dead. I came to a halt at Bill's side. Dana was asleep, or at least had been, on top of Mulder.

"Wha...t..?" She murmured sleepily, shielding her eyes against the harsh lights. She had never been a mornings sort of person, and that didn't look as if it had changed.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Well, I was sleeping, 'till you turned up..."

"What the hell..." Mulder murmured, still (miraculously) half-asleep.

"Shhhh..." She whispered, brushing his hair away from his forehead "Go back to sleep..."

"Dana!" Bill shouted

"Shut up!" She replied, glaring coldly at him

"What! Why?"

"Because, he hasn't slept for more than an hour in weeks!"

"So!"

"So, he only had one nightmare last night, and got back to sleep faster than he normally does, let him sleep."

"I don't give a toss about nightmares!-"

"Well I do! Shut up!"

"Scully..." Mulder murmured coming to.

"Mr. Mulder!" Bill yelled, waaking him straight up.

"Huh?"

"Why did I come down here and find you wrapped around my sister?"

"Uh, Bill. Dana was wrapped around him, not the other way around." I reminded him softly

"I don't give a damn! He had his hands, well, EVERYWHERE!"

"Jesus Bill!" Dana cried "We weren't doing anything! If we were it would have looked like this!" She planted her lips firmly on Mulder's in a long, passionate and drawn out kiss. Mulder was decent enough to keep his hands in PG-13 areas, whilst Dana was less considerate. Bill stared at them in shock, but I looked away, having seen enough the other day.

"Dana!" Bill yelped

"Get it Bill. We. Were. Not. Doing. Anything."

"You, you just, kissed, him!"

"I know. I was trying to show you what it could have been."

"But, but," He stuttered completely confused.

I became bored with my siblings usual bickering. When will Bill learn it was best just to let Dana be. I looked over to Mulder who was watching my sister, looking slightly dazed.

"Coffee?" I muttered to him, trying to keep him out of Bill's vision.

"Sure." He replied and followed me out to the kitchen.

I set out two mugs then watched as he instinctively reached for one for Dana.

"She can be dangerous without coffee." He offered, catching my gaze.

I grinned at him "Ain't that the truth."

He grimaced, "I hope she isn't laying into Bill too hard."

"He deserves it."

"I wouldn't wish your sisters wrath on anyone. Well, not first thing in the morning at least."

"She's a tough cookie then?"

Mulder smiled at anyone comparing Scully to a cookie, "The toughest." he replied sincerly, looking lovingly into space.