Mulder opened his eyes to see his Scully fast asleep beside him on the couch, both their feet propped up on the coffee table as they often did. Scully had taken to naps while Mulder joked that it was a sign that they were both getting old as he often joined her. Scully however, would always be as beautiful to him as the day she first walked into his office. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that they were in their 50's and were having another baby. Better late than never. They hadn't gotten to be parents to William, so this second chance was a miracle.

The way she laced her fingers over her belly while they napped together on the couch was adorable. He'd often wake before her and watch her sleep until she seemed to sense he was staring and then would open and narrow her eyes at him. "What Mulder?" She asked, trying her best to sound genuinely annoyed while a smile tugged at her lips.

"Just admiring how beautiful you look and thinking how lucky I am. So sue me."

She rolled her eyes. "That can't possibly be it, Mulder," she continued. She knew him better than anyone else.

"Did you tell Bill about the baby?" He asked.

Scully shifted to face him. "Since when do you care about Bill?"

Mulder stumbled for a response. "Well, I just thought that maybe you would have told him. He is your brother even if he hates my guts."

Scully sighed. "I honestly haven't talked with him since the funeral. He might still be stationed in Germany, but I'll email him tonight...that might be the easiest icebreaker." In all honesty, she wasn't up to deal with Bill's reaction over the phone or in person. He nearly jumped for joy when he found out about the separation between her and Mulder.

Maybe she would try to reach out to Charlie as well. She hadn't seen him in years until the funeral...maybe he was coming around. Her daughter deserved to know what family they had left.

Jackson had tried to stay away. Someone or somebody was after him, but he wasn't sure who. He began to have visions again and he sensed that the smoking bastard who projected himself into his visions was alive. It scared him, terrified him, and part of him wanted to die all over again.

The worst of it was that he felt that Dana and his baby sister might also be in danger. Maybe Mulder too. He wasn't quite sure, but when the smoking man had shot him, he had shot him whilst thinking he was shooting Mulder. What kind of Father shoots his own son? It made him physically sick. He was still getting to know Dana and Mulder, but he was growing closer to them. His adoptive parents died because of him and he didn't want to see anyone else hurt.

So here he was, hiding in the brush, hoping to talk to them. He didn't want to hurt or scare Dana with his visions and to be honest, he was feeling lonely.

Mulder had opened the front door to the patio and that's when Jackson decided to walk out. "Hey," he said.

Mulder jumped at the sound, placing his hand over his chest. "Oh shit! You scared me, kid," he managed a small laugh.

Jackson shrugged. "Sorry," he looked down apologetically.

"Don't worry about it," Mulder tried to sound as casual as possible.
An awkward silence passed between them for a moment before Jackson walked up the steps, but not before looking around him.

Mulder could sense something was bothering his son. "Is Dana here?" He asked.

"She left to go to the hospital," he started.

Jackson's eyes went wide. "Is she okay?"

Mulder smacked himself mentally. "Oh yes. She works at the hospital...well, she's on leave, but she just has to take care of a few things."

Mulder smiled at the relief in the young man's face.

"Oh."

"Want to come inside?" Mulder asked, sensing his affliction.

Jackson nodded and followed Mulder inside. "Something to eat or drink?" He asked.

Jackson shook his head as he took a final peek through the window before he found his way to the couch. "No thanks."

Mulder nodded and sat next to him. He hoped the kid had a decent place to stay and was eating properly. He wanted to laugh at that thought. He was already feeling like a Father.

As Mulder reached for his phone to text Scully, a card on the coffee table caught Jackson's eye. It was a green baby shower invitation that was decorated with a Fox, Rabbit and a Blobfish. He couldn't help but chuckle.

Mulder had texted Scully to come home as soon as she was able, but didn't say why. He wasn't going to risk her getting into an accident while speeding home.

"She should be home soon," Mulder said as he looked over at Jackson and his gaze went to the card he held in his hand.

"You know," he started. "If you could come, it would make her really happy."

Jackson turned towards him in surprise.

"I mean, only if you want to," he said, hoping he wasn't crossing any lines.
Jackson nodded and turned back towards the card. "When she was pregnant with you, her mom invited all these women from church that she barely knew," he couldn't help but say.

Jackson laughed. "Wow...it kinda sounds like something my adoptive mom might have done. My adoptive parents were pretty religious...they were always really active in the community."

Mulder nodded. "We don't have a lot of friends or relatives left, but I wanted to do this for her."

Jackson couldn't help but feel touched by Mulder's obvious affection for his birth mother. Their love for one another seemed to radiate off of them everywhere they went.