"Well of course you are honey! With our 5th and last! Don't you remember?"
Said a very homely man.
"Who are you? Did I marry you?" Scully was feeling nauseous again. Was her name still Scully? Was it even still Dana?
"'Course ya married me! I'm M-I-K-E. Do you remember M-I-K-E?" said the man, as though mocking her. Thoughts were racing in her head. Maybe it's all just a dream; no it couldn't be she would have woken up. Maybe she had one too many glasses of one last night. Naw, that wouldn't explain her pregnancy. Maybe. No Mulder would say that. Well, he's not here so someone has to state his opinion, maybe she was in a parallel universe. Yes, actually that sounds right because this man who claims to be married to her, she, she remembered. He was the man who proposed to her in medical school but she declined because she had her eyes on. Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Honey? You gotta take the kiddies to school. It's 7:00 already."
"Al-alright. Uh, where's there school again?"
Mike gave her a skeptical look. "What? You drive them everyday. Are you feelin' all right Dana? You look a little uh. pale."
"No. I'm feeling really, confused. But uh, I will be fine. Promise."
She was riding in a '59 Volkswagen, no grille. Three kids were piled into the back, and one was up front. She had blonde hair and looked about 14. All was quiet until the girl spoke.
"Mom, when are we going back-to-school shoppin'? It's like, September." Her voice was high, and very preppy. Definitely a cheerleader, Scully deduced.
"Me? Oh um. how about tomorrow?" How much money do we have she wondered. Obviously a lot since we're living in a New York pent house.
"Ugghh. Why not today? I have like, nothing to where!"
"You're wearing something now, aren't you? It ought to last you the day."
The girl scowled. "Just let me out here. I can't be seen with you freaks anyway."
So this is what it's like to have a teenage daughter. Was I like this? "So uh," she focused on the boys in back, "Where do I drop you guys off?" They looked at her like she was crazy. Finally the oldest, maybe 11 spoke up.
"Um. lets see, try school?" He laughed and the 8 or 9 year old hit him on the shoulder and smirked.
But the little one didn't laugh. His red hair was in his face, and his head was downcast. He might've been 4, but he had the most beautiful eyes in the universe. They looked as though they had the answers to every question ever asked. Already Scully loved him.
"Who are you? Did I marry you?" Scully was feeling nauseous again. Was her name still Scully? Was it even still Dana?
"'Course ya married me! I'm M-I-K-E. Do you remember M-I-K-E?" said the man, as though mocking her. Thoughts were racing in her head. Maybe it's all just a dream; no it couldn't be she would have woken up. Maybe she had one too many glasses of one last night. Naw, that wouldn't explain her pregnancy. Maybe. No Mulder would say that. Well, he's not here so someone has to state his opinion, maybe she was in a parallel universe. Yes, actually that sounds right because this man who claims to be married to her, she, she remembered. He was the man who proposed to her in medical school but she declined because she had her eyes on. Her thoughts were interrupted.
"Honey? You gotta take the kiddies to school. It's 7:00 already."
"Al-alright. Uh, where's there school again?"
Mike gave her a skeptical look. "What? You drive them everyday. Are you feelin' all right Dana? You look a little uh. pale."
"No. I'm feeling really, confused. But uh, I will be fine. Promise."
She was riding in a '59 Volkswagen, no grille. Three kids were piled into the back, and one was up front. She had blonde hair and looked about 14. All was quiet until the girl spoke.
"Mom, when are we going back-to-school shoppin'? It's like, September." Her voice was high, and very preppy. Definitely a cheerleader, Scully deduced.
"Me? Oh um. how about tomorrow?" How much money do we have she wondered. Obviously a lot since we're living in a New York pent house.
"Ugghh. Why not today? I have like, nothing to where!"
"You're wearing something now, aren't you? It ought to last you the day."
The girl scowled. "Just let me out here. I can't be seen with you freaks anyway."
So this is what it's like to have a teenage daughter. Was I like this? "So uh," she focused on the boys in back, "Where do I drop you guys off?" They looked at her like she was crazy. Finally the oldest, maybe 11 spoke up.
"Um. lets see, try school?" He laughed and the 8 or 9 year old hit him on the shoulder and smirked.
But the little one didn't laugh. His red hair was in his face, and his head was downcast. He might've been 4, but he had the most beautiful eyes in the universe. They looked as though they had the answers to every question ever asked. Already Scully loved him.