Hey all! Sorry this took so long! I'm going to BURN my geometry book!
Grrr. Anyway, this is only part 1 of this chapter. The other part should
be up by Saturday. If I'm lucky. Enjoy!
::December 24- Around 6pm::
It was snowing softly outside the old Tudor house on Birch Lane. The white paint was peeling in some places and the yard needed some work, but all in all it wasn't that bad. The inside was fixed up nicely, like someone had put a lot of time and thought into where everything would go and how the light would play on various parts of the rooms. In the living room the shag carpet was a soft blue color and had various baby care items and playthings scattered on top of it. In one corner of the room there was a bookcase full of everything from medical journals to Latin textbooks to baby care books. In the corner diagonal from the bookcase stood a tall evergreen Christmas tree that gave the room a faint pine scent. A few needles were scattered on the floor underneath the tree on top of the modest collection of presents. Instead of lights on the tree, small candles adorned the branches, their soft light creating a warm atmosphere in the room. Across from it was an old beige couch that had seen many years before its time with its owners. Presently there was a figure sleeping on it, stretched out on her side with a soft, pink crocheted blanket covering her that only accenting the auburn hair that adorned her head.
Dana Williams sighed happily in her sleep, glad to get it when she could, and shifted slightly, drawing the blanket closer around her. Josh watched her from the doorway and reluctantly went over to his wife and shook her shoulder gently.
"Dana? Honey, Ethan's hungry."
"Hmm?" She smiled with her eyes still closed as Josh leaned down and placed little kisses on her cheek and neck.
"I said that Ethan's hungry. Any minute now he's going to start wailing and-"
"Wahhhhh! Wahhhhh!"
Dana opened her eyes one at a time. She saw her husband smiling apologetically at her from his squatting position on the floor. His figure was outlined with a gentle glow from the candles. He held out a hand to help her up from the couch, the blanket landing in a puddle on the floor.
"Wahhhhh!"
Dana and Josh started up the rickety old stairs and as they passed the smoke detector Dana remarked that they needed to replace the batteries in it. Josh agreed and said he'd go out for batteries later. When Dana got settled feeding Ethan who was unusually fussy that night, Josh went down the hall to get one of Dana's presents that he'd just gotten wrapped. He snuck past Ethan's room and placed the present underneath the tree. Then he stepped back to survey the room. His eyes drifted to a picture of the day Ethan was born that was sitting the mantle above the fireplace. He walked over and took the picture into his hands, running his fingers softly over the glass that protected the thin photo. Dana was sitting a hospital bed, hair mussed and a tired expression on her face, but her eyes held such joy as she looked down at a crying baby Ethan. He was sitting on the bed next to her with his arm around her also looking down on his new son. He smiled fondly at the memories the picture stirred up and placed it back in its rightful place.
Dana came downstairs with Ethan whose face was red from screaming. "I don't know what's wrong with him. I fed him, changed his diaper, and its too early for him to be teething. Maybe he's got colic."
"I don't know, but maybe we should take his temperature anyway," said Josh as he took Ethan from Dana's arms. She nodded and went to get the baby thermometer. After they had deduced that he had no fever, Josh said, "Maybe it is colic."
"Maybe." She looked over at the window.
"What is it?" asked Josh tried to calm Ethan down. His cries weren't as loud now and he was getting tired despite just waking up from a nap.
"I just wish Mulder could've come. I haven't seen him in so long and we haven't been able to really talk since the wedding. I miss him. I guess I'm just hoping he'll change his mind and come anyway."
A brief wave of jealousy flashed on Josh's face when Dana wasn't looking but he quickly wiped it away. Dana was his. She simply missed someone who was a big part of her life before him. Heck, they had to trust each other with their lives, why shouldn't see miss him and think of him at Christmas?
He walked over to where Dana now stood, looking out the window through the snowfall for any sign that he would be coming. "Dana, why don't you call him?" He shifted Ethan, who was now sleeping once more, and brought Dana the cordless phone. She smiled gratefully and dialed Mulder's home number. When she got his answering machine, she left a message saying Merry Christmas and told him she would try his cell phone. When she couldn't get through there either, she turned to Josh. "Well, I hope that wherever he is he's having a good time," Dana said little dejectedly.
::Henderson, North Carolina- I-85 - 9:30pm::
"Stupid, stupid." Mulder stood at a gas pump and waited for the gas to stop pumping. "I should have gotten gas before I left so I wouldn't be standing here in the cold freezing my @ss off." There was a major traffic jam from an accident that had blocked traffic up for three miles just outside of DC, causing him to lose two hours. Silently he willed the gas to hurry up and a few seconds later it stopped. "Thank you." He quickly went inside to pay for the gas and ran back out to the car. The first time he tried to start it, the car didn't do anything.
"NO! I refuse to get stuck here!" he thought vehemently as he tried once more. This time the car started and as he pulled out of the gas station his tires squealed when he fishtailed onto the street. "Hold on Scully, only four more hours. If I'm lucky." He got back onto the interstate moving as fast as he could without hydroplaning on the icy road. He took out his phone and tried to dial Dana's number, but merely got static. Throwing it to the floor of the car, he concentrated on the road. There wasn't a lot of traffic, but the going was slow. Nervously he glanced at the clock and mentally figured that he would get to Greenville in four hours, but he had to go to the other side to get to the house, adding another hour. Fervently he hoped that ten minutes would be enough time to do whatever he was going to do.
********This concludes part one. Read and review people! The more reviews I get the inspired I become! Thanx all! ~ATX~
::December 24- Around 6pm::
It was snowing softly outside the old Tudor house on Birch Lane. The white paint was peeling in some places and the yard needed some work, but all in all it wasn't that bad. The inside was fixed up nicely, like someone had put a lot of time and thought into where everything would go and how the light would play on various parts of the rooms. In the living room the shag carpet was a soft blue color and had various baby care items and playthings scattered on top of it. In one corner of the room there was a bookcase full of everything from medical journals to Latin textbooks to baby care books. In the corner diagonal from the bookcase stood a tall evergreen Christmas tree that gave the room a faint pine scent. A few needles were scattered on the floor underneath the tree on top of the modest collection of presents. Instead of lights on the tree, small candles adorned the branches, their soft light creating a warm atmosphere in the room. Across from it was an old beige couch that had seen many years before its time with its owners. Presently there was a figure sleeping on it, stretched out on her side with a soft, pink crocheted blanket covering her that only accenting the auburn hair that adorned her head.
Dana Williams sighed happily in her sleep, glad to get it when she could, and shifted slightly, drawing the blanket closer around her. Josh watched her from the doorway and reluctantly went over to his wife and shook her shoulder gently.
"Dana? Honey, Ethan's hungry."
"Hmm?" She smiled with her eyes still closed as Josh leaned down and placed little kisses on her cheek and neck.
"I said that Ethan's hungry. Any minute now he's going to start wailing and-"
"Wahhhhh! Wahhhhh!"
Dana opened her eyes one at a time. She saw her husband smiling apologetically at her from his squatting position on the floor. His figure was outlined with a gentle glow from the candles. He held out a hand to help her up from the couch, the blanket landing in a puddle on the floor.
"Wahhhhh!"
Dana and Josh started up the rickety old stairs and as they passed the smoke detector Dana remarked that they needed to replace the batteries in it. Josh agreed and said he'd go out for batteries later. When Dana got settled feeding Ethan who was unusually fussy that night, Josh went down the hall to get one of Dana's presents that he'd just gotten wrapped. He snuck past Ethan's room and placed the present underneath the tree. Then he stepped back to survey the room. His eyes drifted to a picture of the day Ethan was born that was sitting the mantle above the fireplace. He walked over and took the picture into his hands, running his fingers softly over the glass that protected the thin photo. Dana was sitting a hospital bed, hair mussed and a tired expression on her face, but her eyes held such joy as she looked down at a crying baby Ethan. He was sitting on the bed next to her with his arm around her also looking down on his new son. He smiled fondly at the memories the picture stirred up and placed it back in its rightful place.
Dana came downstairs with Ethan whose face was red from screaming. "I don't know what's wrong with him. I fed him, changed his diaper, and its too early for him to be teething. Maybe he's got colic."
"I don't know, but maybe we should take his temperature anyway," said Josh as he took Ethan from Dana's arms. She nodded and went to get the baby thermometer. After they had deduced that he had no fever, Josh said, "Maybe it is colic."
"Maybe." She looked over at the window.
"What is it?" asked Josh tried to calm Ethan down. His cries weren't as loud now and he was getting tired despite just waking up from a nap.
"I just wish Mulder could've come. I haven't seen him in so long and we haven't been able to really talk since the wedding. I miss him. I guess I'm just hoping he'll change his mind and come anyway."
A brief wave of jealousy flashed on Josh's face when Dana wasn't looking but he quickly wiped it away. Dana was his. She simply missed someone who was a big part of her life before him. Heck, they had to trust each other with their lives, why shouldn't see miss him and think of him at Christmas?
He walked over to where Dana now stood, looking out the window through the snowfall for any sign that he would be coming. "Dana, why don't you call him?" He shifted Ethan, who was now sleeping once more, and brought Dana the cordless phone. She smiled gratefully and dialed Mulder's home number. When she got his answering machine, she left a message saying Merry Christmas and told him she would try his cell phone. When she couldn't get through there either, she turned to Josh. "Well, I hope that wherever he is he's having a good time," Dana said little dejectedly.
::Henderson, North Carolina- I-85 - 9:30pm::
"Stupid, stupid." Mulder stood at a gas pump and waited for the gas to stop pumping. "I should have gotten gas before I left so I wouldn't be standing here in the cold freezing my @ss off." There was a major traffic jam from an accident that had blocked traffic up for three miles just outside of DC, causing him to lose two hours. Silently he willed the gas to hurry up and a few seconds later it stopped. "Thank you." He quickly went inside to pay for the gas and ran back out to the car. The first time he tried to start it, the car didn't do anything.
"NO! I refuse to get stuck here!" he thought vehemently as he tried once more. This time the car started and as he pulled out of the gas station his tires squealed when he fishtailed onto the street. "Hold on Scully, only four more hours. If I'm lucky." He got back onto the interstate moving as fast as he could without hydroplaning on the icy road. He took out his phone and tried to dial Dana's number, but merely got static. Throwing it to the floor of the car, he concentrated on the road. There wasn't a lot of traffic, but the going was slow. Nervously he glanced at the clock and mentally figured that he would get to Greenville in four hours, but he had to go to the other side to get to the house, adding another hour. Fervently he hoped that ten minutes would be enough time to do whatever he was going to do.
********This concludes part one. Read and review people! The more reviews I get the inspired I become! Thanx all! ~ATX~