It's taken me five times to get this chapter the way I want it, and I finally think I got it
right :)

I'm a slacker, this I know. Ugh, It's been over a month and a half since I've updated,
and for that, I am truly sorry. Please forgive me. I think this chapter more than makes
up for it (:

I wrote this chapter listening to Fireflies by Owl City. I kept it on repeat. It's a surprisingly
inspiring song.

Disclamier: Yoo d00d, me no own these characters. I am currently borrowing them
for your reading pleasure :)

Sunshine crept through the bedroom window. It was around eight in the morning and Mulder
was just waking up from a deep slumber. He reached to his right only to find it was empty.
Where's Scully? I thought she was taking time off of work? The questions plagued Mulder.
He was exhausted from the past few days that he stayed asleep most of the night. He
never even realized she was gone. He got up and out of bed and put on a t shirt and
some sweat pants and casually made his way downstairs.

"Scully? Where are -"

Mulder stopped dead in his tracks at the end of the stars. The
sight in front of his eyes caused a wide grin to break across his face. On the couch
was the love of his life and his daughter, fast asleep in each others arms.
He wasn't going to lie, the day he talked to William and found out about Hartleigh,
he was scared out of his mind. He's a father not to one, but two amazing children.
Happiness soon overtook the feeling of being scared and he was excited to be
apart of these two young people's lives.

Mulder quiety strode over to the couch and kneeled down beside Scully. She
fell asleep with a smile across her face. Mulder hasn't seen her this happy
in the longest time. His heart filled with love when he looked down at his
daughter. She was laying on Scully's stomach. She too, had a smile on
her face. This was the first time Mulder really got time to look at her.

She was the spitting image of Scully, except for the fact that she
was younger. She had red hair that passed her shoulders. She has
the same skin tone Scully did, and he could only guess that she
had the same baby blues that Scully has. They were both so
gorgeous and Mulder could just sit there all day watching them
sleep.

With a feeling of someone watching her, Hartleigh woke up. She slowly
opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a man. She got up with
great ease, making sure not to wake her mother up. She looked to the
man. She was tall looking with brown hair and green eyes. He was pretty
much the older version of William. With this realization, Hartleigh smiled
wide. This man sitting in front of her was her father.

"Will, do you ever think we will find our parents? Like, our birth parents?"

It was the day of Hartleigh and William's thirteenth birthday. Hartleigh
was overcome with the want to find her birth parents for about a
year or two now. She was getting older, pratically a teenager, and
she has questions. These questions have never been answered
and the only people who can properly answer them are her
birth parents.

"I don't know Hart. Do you want to look? I want to find them
too. I just hate not knowing where we really came from. I
hate not knowing whether or not I look like our mom or
our dad. It's hard Hartleigh, you of all people should know.
I honestly want to find them, but what if they don't want
to find us? What if we spend years tracking them down to
find out that they are dead, nowhere to be found or don't
want anything to do with us. We can look for them Hart. I
just don't want you to get you hopes up and nothing happen."

Hartleigh realized what her brother was saying is right. They
never really found out the reason they we're adopted. She
could never grasp the fact that someone didn't want her
and her brother. They aren't bad children and they were
good babies. Who wouldn't want them? They are model
children. It just didn't make sense to her.

"Yeah Will, you're right. I just don't know. I feel like they
are out there somewhere, wondering about us, Will. It's
almost as if I can feel them. I don't know. Maybe I'm just
making myself to believe something that isn't true, but I
want to believe that there is a logical reason as to why
we were put up for adoption in the first place. I want
to know the reason why. I want to ask them so many
questions. I hate too, not knowing where we come from.
It's not fair Will. All our friends have real parents. Parents
who actually gave birth to them and raised them theirselves
and didn't give their babies to someone else to raise. I'm
glad we have a family to live with, but it's still not the same.
Jonah and Tarra try their hardest, I know they do, I just
want to know that my real parents atleast loved me one
time or another."

With tears making their way down her cheeks, Hartleigh
leaned into her brother's embrace. He always managed
to cheer her up about this situation. Being adopted
was always a sore spot for the both of them. Only
their closest friends knew they were adopted. It's
not something they usually talk about and if they
do talk about it, it's usually with each other. The
thing about having a twin is that they always know
exactly what to say. There's an unspoken bond
between twins that no one can come close to.
It's almost as if Hartleigh and William can read
each others minds. They know each other inside
and out.

That day, then and there, William made the silent
promise to himself to give his sister what she's
always wanted, a real family.

Mulder looked at Hartleigh, obviously knowing she
was deep in thought. He contemplated whether
or not to speak, but when she looked back to
him, he knew just what to say.

"You look just like your mother when you're
in deep thought." Mulder stated to Hartleigh
in a hushed tone.

Hartleigh let out a quiet giggle and whispered
back "How's that?"

"Well for one, your mom bits her lip when she's
either really mad or in deep thought, and considering
the fact I can read your eyes as well as I can read
your mother's, I can tell you aren't mad, so you
must be in deep thought."

Hartleigh smiled. She liked being compared to her mother.

"May I ask what you were thinking about?"

Hartleigh smiled. Her smile filled a gap in Mulder's heart
that he didn't know was there.

"I was thinking about my thirteenth birthday, when I asked
Will if we could look for you and mom. I really wanted to, but
he didn't want me to get hurt incase we came up empty handed.
It's take four and a half years, but I'm finally the happiest I've
ever been. If I were to die right now, metaphorically speaking,
I'd die one hundred percent happy. Just knowing that you
and mom care about me and Will, makes a world of difference
in my life."

Mulder suddenly realized what Hartleigh and William have been
through their whole life. Even though they grew up with
fairly wealthy adoptive parents, all they ever really wanted
was the love real parents could give. He frowned and
gently took Hartleigh into a loving embrace. He held her
for what seemed like hours as she cried. She doesn't even
know why she cried. They were probablly happy tears.
For the first time in her seventeen year existence,
Hartleigh Melissa Taylor can finally say she is honestly,
truly happy.

Reviews please? Personally, this is my favorite chapter. It was the hardest to write, but by far my favorite. I shall update again soon.
I promise I won't take a month and a half to update next time. I want to get most of the story posted before school starts back
August 6th.