CHAPTER SIX: Proposal
The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw him lying next to me. This was heaven on earth, I was sure of it. I looked over at my clock; it was Monday, 6:45 am. I wouldn't wake John until I'd finished my shower. It felt good to just stand there with hot water splashing against my back, and everything seemed calm and peaceful. Something was going to change today.
After slipping on my housecoat, I went back to the bedroom and shook Mr. Doggett. "Wake up, sleepy head," I whispered, "It's Monday."
"Hey, Reyes," he mumbled, still half asleep, "Top o' the mornin' to ya."
"I'll go make you some pancakes," I told him. I watched him get out of bed, his shirt all wrinkled, and his boxer shorts had somehow come off during the night. He was so cute in the mornings.
We ran off to work in a hurry; for we were already late for whatever sort of cases were laid out. I drove Doggett to work, because he obviously didn't have time to go back home for his own. I could sense something was up during that whole ride there. He was so content and smiley that it almost made me feel uncomfortable.
We entered J. Edgar Hoover together and headed quickly down to the Basement Office where Scully waited. As we entered the office, we found her sitting on the desk with crossed arms and a look of anger upon her face. "Sorry we're late," I apologized, hoping she wouldn't be too pissed off.
"There's no excuse," she muttered, not even bothering to look us in the eye. Scully slid off the desk and walked slowly over to us. "I have some news for you."
"Oh, boy," I murmured, "Not again."
"...Skinner and I are..." she paused for effect, "Back together!"
Doggett and I gasped. We looked each other in the eyes, staring at each other's horrified looks.
"That's right!" Scully smiled, "We're gonna be together for a long time!"
Doggett and I once again exchanged horrified looks. "That's...Uh...That's great," Doggett said. For the rest of the morning we had to cope with a love struck Scully and our own feelings of shame and embarrassment. It was nauseating and awful.
Once lunch break came, we were relieved as hell. Doggett asked to borrow my car so he could go out for lunch, so I let him. I was left in the office with the future Mrs. Dana Skinner. "Have you ever noticed how shiny his head is?" Scully asked, dreamily.
"Uh...No. I'm not really that interested in old balding men," I replied, hoping she'd shut up about him for once.
"It's so shiny! And have you noticed those glasses? Don't you think he should get contacts?" I couldn't stand this girly talk!
My mind screamed, GET BACK HERE, DOGGETT! BEFORE SHE TURNS ME INTO A SKINNER SLAVE! But my voice only said, "Right, then." Our little Skinner conversation went on until the Skin Man himself showed up at the door to invite Scully to a meeting. I knew what they were really up to. So there I was, sitting in the basement office alone.
Minutes went by, but it felt like hours. Waiting was the most horrible game there was to play. Where had John gone? And exactly where was he eating? Would he bring any for me? Just as I thought there would be no end to the waiting misery, who should walk in but John J. Doggett himself. I laughed at the attire he was wearing. It was a black tuxedo that looked really cheap. In one hand he had a bouquet of red roses, and the other hand was behind his back. "C'mere, Monica," he said.
I got up off the chair and stood before him. John knelt down before me and held up an open ring box that held a golden band with a diamond placed in the center. I covered my open mouth.
"Monica Reyes, will you marry me?" he asked. My eyes went big. He was proposing. Not just to anybody, but to me!
"John, I... I will," I said, my voice strained. There was a lump in my throat and tears came into my eyes. "I love you, John."
"I love you, Monica." And there we stood, hugging and crying on each other's shoulders. We were soon to be wed.
* * *
Three months later, John and I were married in St. Catherine's Cathedral. There was a huge party afterwards where everyone got drunk (the results were very messy). Two days after our wedding, Scully had her baby. It was a girl, and she named her daughter Carolyn (she looked nothing like Skinner, thank God!). And all seemed to work out for us... Except for Mulder whom we haven't seen during this whole experience. So, all in all, this is how it ends.
THE END
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The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw him lying next to me. This was heaven on earth, I was sure of it. I looked over at my clock; it was Monday, 6:45 am. I wouldn't wake John until I'd finished my shower. It felt good to just stand there with hot water splashing against my back, and everything seemed calm and peaceful. Something was going to change today.
After slipping on my housecoat, I went back to the bedroom and shook Mr. Doggett. "Wake up, sleepy head," I whispered, "It's Monday."
"Hey, Reyes," he mumbled, still half asleep, "Top o' the mornin' to ya."
"I'll go make you some pancakes," I told him. I watched him get out of bed, his shirt all wrinkled, and his boxer shorts had somehow come off during the night. He was so cute in the mornings.
We ran off to work in a hurry; for we were already late for whatever sort of cases were laid out. I drove Doggett to work, because he obviously didn't have time to go back home for his own. I could sense something was up during that whole ride there. He was so content and smiley that it almost made me feel uncomfortable.
We entered J. Edgar Hoover together and headed quickly down to the Basement Office where Scully waited. As we entered the office, we found her sitting on the desk with crossed arms and a look of anger upon her face. "Sorry we're late," I apologized, hoping she wouldn't be too pissed off.
"There's no excuse," she muttered, not even bothering to look us in the eye. Scully slid off the desk and walked slowly over to us. "I have some news for you."
"Oh, boy," I murmured, "Not again."
"...Skinner and I are..." she paused for effect, "Back together!"
Doggett and I gasped. We looked each other in the eyes, staring at each other's horrified looks.
"That's right!" Scully smiled, "We're gonna be together for a long time!"
Doggett and I once again exchanged horrified looks. "That's...Uh...That's great," Doggett said. For the rest of the morning we had to cope with a love struck Scully and our own feelings of shame and embarrassment. It was nauseating and awful.
Once lunch break came, we were relieved as hell. Doggett asked to borrow my car so he could go out for lunch, so I let him. I was left in the office with the future Mrs. Dana Skinner. "Have you ever noticed how shiny his head is?" Scully asked, dreamily.
"Uh...No. I'm not really that interested in old balding men," I replied, hoping she'd shut up about him for once.
"It's so shiny! And have you noticed those glasses? Don't you think he should get contacts?" I couldn't stand this girly talk!
My mind screamed, GET BACK HERE, DOGGETT! BEFORE SHE TURNS ME INTO A SKINNER SLAVE! But my voice only said, "Right, then." Our little Skinner conversation went on until the Skin Man himself showed up at the door to invite Scully to a meeting. I knew what they were really up to. So there I was, sitting in the basement office alone.
Minutes went by, but it felt like hours. Waiting was the most horrible game there was to play. Where had John gone? And exactly where was he eating? Would he bring any for me? Just as I thought there would be no end to the waiting misery, who should walk in but John J. Doggett himself. I laughed at the attire he was wearing. It was a black tuxedo that looked really cheap. In one hand he had a bouquet of red roses, and the other hand was behind his back. "C'mere, Monica," he said.
I got up off the chair and stood before him. John knelt down before me and held up an open ring box that held a golden band with a diamond placed in the center. I covered my open mouth.
"Monica Reyes, will you marry me?" he asked. My eyes went big. He was proposing. Not just to anybody, but to me!
"John, I... I will," I said, my voice strained. There was a lump in my throat and tears came into my eyes. "I love you, John."
"I love you, Monica." And there we stood, hugging and crying on each other's shoulders. We were soon to be wed.
* * *
Three months later, John and I were married in St. Catherine's Cathedral. There was a huge party afterwards where everyone got drunk (the results were very messy). Two days after our wedding, Scully had her baby. It was a girl, and she named her daughter Carolyn (she looked nothing like Skinner, thank God!). And all seemed to work out for us... Except for Mulder whom we haven't seen during this whole experience. So, all in all, this is how it ends.
THE END
Thanks so much for reading!