Title: Chapter 6- The Peace is Never Permanent
Author: Gillian Leigh
Disclaimer: Don't own them...just borrowing them....please please please don't sue me.
"Fox, stop it," Dana said, leaning to one side to see the TV.
"You have no idea how cool this is," Mulder said, balancing a candle on the enormous mound which was occupying the space where her waist used to be. He watched with fascination as the candle jumped and then tipped over. He marveled at how the baby would kick at anything that touched his wife's stomach. He slid the remote out of her hand and laid it atop her stomach. It immediately began to jump, but before the baby could knock it off, Dana snatched it and glared at him.
"I'm starting to bruise," she said. It seemed that there was barely enough room in there for one baby, he still couldn't figure out how the twins, who were uncharacteristically large for twins, (6 lbs each), managed to fit inside her.
"Don't you have to go to work?" she asked, channel surfing aimlessly.
"Nope. Federal Holiday, they don't need me at Quantico. So I get to drive you crazy all day with pregnancy questions," Mulder said, grinning devilishly and kissing her cheek.
"So do you think you'll even the score with this one?" he asked, in reference to Pod Person No. 4. She rolled her eyes as she looked up at him.
"Even if this baby *is* a girl, you guys would still outnumber us four to two."
"But all she'll have to do is give me one look with her baby blues, and I'll melt. She'll get everything out of me that she could ever want," he said.
"You seem sure that this baby is a girl."
"And you're not?" he queried, doing a poor imitation of the 'Scully-Eyebrow-Arch'.
"No. As a matter of fact, I can pretty much guarantee that this one's a boy," she responded, rubbing her stomach in circles were the baby was kicking.
"How?"
"I've gained weight at the same time throughout this pregnancy that I did with the twins, and Will, in the same places. I have all the same cravings; vanilla ice cream and red peppers, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, pickles on pizza, sweet potatoes with Hershey's syrup. And this one kicks just like the boys did," she said wincing. "I just wish he would calm down in there." Mulder turned her so that her back was facing him, and he massaged her lower back with his thumbs, rubbing in circles.
"Mmm," Dana sighed. "That feels *wonderful*."
"How long has it been since we've had the house to ourselves?" he asked, kissing her neck.
"Far too long," she replied, repositioning herself so she could kiss him back. He smiled at his wife.
"Dana Katherine, how is that even when you yourself admit to feeling unattractive, and you're wearing *my* sweatpants, you are the most seductive thing I've ever seen?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"It's a gift," she replied, her lips descending on his. He laughed.
Just when things were starting to get interesting, when the phone rang.
"Hello," Scully said, trying not to giggle as Mulder kissed her neck.
"Dana?" her mother questioned, sounding as if she'd been crying.
"Mom? What is it?"
"It's Will." Scully's heart raced.
"W-what happened?" Mulder froze.
"He's got a really high fever, and the doctors think..." she paused, trying to keep the tears out of her voice. "That he might have gone into a coma."
"What hospital?"
"Georgetown Memorial." Scully cut off anything else her mother might have had to say when she hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Mulder asked, feeling panicked. Scully looked at him, her expression a mixture of numb shock and fright as tears slid down her cheeks.
"It's Will. He's gone into a fever-induced coma."
