I jump back a little, looking at your downturned face, but only seeing your forehead and your soft hair

Authors Note: This one's a little shorter, but I'm going by significant events rather than by equal size. Please review, I LOVE FEEDBACK!!

I See You PART IV

I jump back a little, looking at your downturned face, but only seeing your forehead and your soft hair. You push yourself out of my arms, and rise up and disappear up the stairs to your bedroom. The feel of you against me remains for a moment, and I'm not sure what I really heard. If I did hear it, then…

You lie on your back, sprawled out on your bed and crying. Caressing your stomach, you chastise yourself for running away. Coward. Nervously, your hands tremble as you try to wipe away your tears, carefully listening for me. Inside, you've gone back to the day. When you told him thhat the procedure had been unsuccessful. You cried before the words were even out and he drew you into his arms and knew. You never told him you tried again, and he was gone before you knew. I knock on the door to your bedroom, forcing you to return.

"Scully?"

"Come in Mulder. I'm sorry, I just—"

I come in, finding you flushed, shaking, and panting slightly, sprawled out, caressing your stomach and staring at the ceiling, tears pooling in yours eyes once more. The room is decorated in bright white and light blue and sunshine, the air is humid and thick from your tears. Lookinng down, I long to place my hand with yours on your stomach.

But you are terrified. The heat of your tears burn inside as you press them back in. Why hadn't you told him?

"Scully…"

"Well?"

"Scully, what do you want me to be?"

Your blue eyes flicker down from the ceiling to look into my own, the surface still waivering withh tears. You search for him, staring and crying. I move to comfort you, seeing it is only fear that made you run, not anger. Kicking off my shoes, I sit down on the bed next to you, trailing my fingers across your flushed, damp skin, stroking away the tears.

"You know, Mulder, we never really discussed what would happen if it worked, did we?"

Gently brushing and smoothing your hair, I shift slightly closer to your body, which still lies tense, shaking slightly. "No, we didn't."

"I think we should… Becausee this changes things, doesn't it?"

Warily you watch as my hand leaves your hair to your stomach, before placing your hand over my hand, squeezing a little. How often have you dreamed of him doing this? "Yes, I think it changes a lot."

"Mulder, there's something else I need to say. Something that will be an even bigger change." Struggling a little, you sit up, leaning shoulder to shoulder with me, turning so we're face to face, inches apart. Your hand still holds my hand to your stomach, your touch lightly caressing. You are silent as you slip back, remembering how often, you'd tried to tell him. How offten you'd dreamed of it, hidden it. And as you relived the failures, unconsciously, you spoke aloud in a trembling, ragged voice, "I love you, Mulder."

No, you loved him. I smile and slide my arms around you, one on your lowwer back, one around your shoulders. "I love you, Scully. I want the baby to know me. I want to be a part of his or her life." With a long, shuddered sighh, you fall against me, hugging me, pulling me closer, burying your warm face in my shoulder. The soft, delicate flesh of your ear and yor silky hair brush softly against my neck and just under my chin. Inhaling, I smell you, freshly clean, with flowery soap and herbal shampoo and hand-sanitizer.

Pulling back a tiny bit, I place gentle kisses on the curve where your neck and shoulders meet, causing you to shiver. I explore upward, tasting and memorizing. I am at the back of your jaw, near your throat, just at the edge of your chin where the bone juts out when we hear someone knocking on the front door.

You pull back with a small groan. I let you go and watch as you exit the room. Quietly I follow you down the hall, and wait, watching from the top of the stairs as you open the door. You've whiped away your tears, and cleaned up a little and manage a smile as you let Assistant Director Skinner come in.