Mulder stared at Scully, remembering the few hours it actually took for her to have the child. In fact, at the moment, it was only 7:00 in the morning. Mulder remembered his mother telling him repeatedly over the years how much pain he caused her in labor and how long it took whenever he did something wrong. Mulder was just glad that Scully didn't have to be in labor for 46 and a half hours like his mother had been. "Who knows what Scully would have done to those poor people." Suddenly, he felt like calling his mom and apologizing for giving her so much trouble, but since she had committed suicide, he obviously couldn't. Instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, hoping his mom saw him and silently apologized. Besides, even if his mother were alive, he would not be able to leave the room because he had looked into his daughter's eyes, knew that he would love her forever, and couldn't make himself leave her, even for a second, and also knew that nothing ever would.

"Are you sure you don't want to name her Conspiria? I really like that name."

"No! I want her to have a normal name."

Mulder raised his eyebrows. "And you think-"

"Shut up."

"But-"

"Stop it! Her name is Ophelia! We won't name her Conspiria like you want to! I won't stand for it!"

"Who are these people? I wonder if we should leave the baby with these people. They both seem a little too strange…People these days, sheesh!" thought the nurse that had just walked into the room. "I'm sorry you two, but the baby needs some rest now. I'm here to take her to the nursery." She reached out to take the newborn from the father, but he only stared her down and held it closer to him. "Any other time, with any other father, I would think this is sweet, but this guy looks weird. Maybe he's on more drugs than the mom is," she thought. "Sir, I have to take the baby now. Baby and mom need rest now after that long night. I won't hurt her or drop her, you can trust me."

"Trust No One."

Scully rolled her eyes. "Just give her the baby, Mulder. She's not Cancer Man in disguise."

"Cancer Man?" the nurse asked. "Are you two totally doped up or what? Are you talking about a comic book character kidnapping your kid?" She laughed.

"It's a long story, but no, he's not a comic book character," Scully said with a groggy smile.

"Well good," the nurse replied, "But I'm afraid I still have to take the baby now."

Mulder still held on protectively to his first child.

"Mulder…" Scully prodded.

He looked at her, then at the nurse, and reluctantly gave the baby to the nurse. He stared after it as the nurse walked out the room. Mulder felt a surge of happiness when he saw Conspiria (he planned on calling her that when Scully wasn't around) look at him and smile when the nurse turned to go to the left when she walked out the door.

1 3 Weeks Later

Scully was getting ready to go to her mother's house. This was the first time she was leaving her baby and leaving her alone with Mulder, for that matter.

"And just why are you going again?" Mulder asked nervously.

"Because my mom is sick and she wants me to check on her, Look I would take Ophelia with me, but since my mom is sick, I don't want Ophelia to get sick too." Mulder had the panic look on his face. "Mulder, it's okay," she said, "It's easy to take care of the baby. If it cries, feed it. If that doesn't work, change it's diaper. If that doesn't work, try singing to it or somehow putting her to sleep. After that, if nothing you try works, then call me."

Mulder nodded uneasily. Scully thought he looked like a little lost puppy. She gave him a hug. "It's okay, Mulder. You're a big boy, you can take care of the baby." Scully pulled away and walked to the door. "See you in an hour."

"Wait!" Mulder called, "What am I supposed to do if she cries again?"

Scully shook her head. "Use common sense." With that, she walked out the door and shut it behind her. "God help him," she thought.