Title: Chapter 5- A Repeat Performance

Author: Gillian Leigh

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just do this because I have nothing better to do when it's forty degrees outside in June.

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Fox Mulder chased his twin sons around their home, various articles of clothing in each hand. The terrible twos had hit the Mulder family hard. His wife stood in the kitchen, making sandwiches for her four favorite men. She laughed at the sight of the twins running past her, stark naked, and skidding to a halt when they realized she was in the kitchen. They ran and hid behind her denim-clad legs, giggling like maniacs.

"Dr. Dana, have you seen two very bad, naked little boys? They go by the names Charleston and Weston?" Dana smiled at her husband.

"Are *Charleston Michael* and *Weston Alexander* Mulder missing again?" she asked. Even at two, Charlie hated being called by his given name, especially when his middle name was used.

"No! Not Charleston! Charlie! Charlie!!" Little Charlie, ever the one to ruin the hiding, called out in his adorably high pitched voice. Weston elbowed him and whined,

"Char-leee!"

"Sowwy," he responded. Mulder scooped both of them up and took them off to dress them. Dana turned green around the edges after getting a whiff of her husband's aftershave, and ran off to the bathroom. She was still throwing up when Mulder returned, a twin under each arm, and stopped short at the sounds of her being ill. Will had followed his father downstairs and said,

"Daddy, is Mommy sick?"

"I guess so, pal. Go take your brothers into the living room to play, okay?" Will nodded, and took the lead; Weston and Charlie following him like ducklings followed their mother. He knocked on the bathroom door, and stuck his head in. His wife was leaning on the sink, staring into her reflection.

"Are you alright?" Mulder queried.

"Yeah. I think so," she said. He was a little surprised when she didn't offer her standard response of 'I'm fine'.

"Is there something you haven't told me?" She stepped into his arms, and nodded her head against his chest.

"What is it?" he asked, feeling his heart beat faster. He could only pray that it wasn't cancer. She mumbled something into his chest, and he held her away from him a little so he could hear her.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," she said with a sigh.

"Oh," he replied, all other words failing him. She nodded solemnly.

"I found out two weeks ago, and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you."

"I guess our plan of not having any more kids has been foiled," Mulder said with a laugh.

"Well if you think about it, we've never *planned* on having any of our children. So far, both conceptions were accidental, and unexpected," she said, smiling a little.

"Well at least we're keeping with tradition." Dana rolled her eyes. "Hey, what's a fourth kid anyway? We dealt with three who were just over a year apart, and by the time the next one arrives, Charlie and Wes will be out of the terrible twos," she smiled at him. He got a devilish glint in his eye before responding, "And just think, we're one child closer to our Little League team."