Mulder's POV:

"Ow, damn-it!" I yell, a bit to loudly.

Scully rushes into the room, "What did you do this time Mulder?" Her eyebrow raises to its unnatural high. I never did understand how that damn thing gets up that far.

Maybe it's an X-File.

"Hello, earth to Mulder? Come in Mulder."

Oh great, her hands are on her hips. "Huh? Oh. Hammer, thumb. Ouch. You get the picture."

She laughs at me, she actually laughs at me. "What's so funny Scully? My thumb is throbbing."

"It would be. Mulder, did anybody ever teach you how to do things like this?"

"No, it comes with the Y chromosome."

"Im not so sure about that Mulder, because if it did this wouldn't be the 3rd time you hurt yourself, in less than an hour nonetheless."

I grunt, and continue with my work. "Why am I doing all of this now anyway? They wont be here for about 6 months, I'd say that's plenty of time."

"Mulder, you wouldn't understand it if I explained it to you. So I'll just give you the universal excuse."

"Which is?"

"Hormones."

"Ah, good one. Well, it's almost done. I've already put together the changing table, the other crib, both dressers, and the little holding thingy. Whatever that's called. This crib is the last one. Tomorrow I'll paint the room, you'll have to tell me what to do though because you cant be here. The smell isn't good for the babies."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Didn't take you long to become man of the house did it?"

"Well, you know. I am man hear me roar."

"As apposed to here me scream?"

"I didn't scream, I cursed loudly."

"If that's what you want to call it, fine. You cursed, not scream." She stifles a laugh. "Just hurry up and finish it so I can figure out where im going to put it at. Oh, mom's coming over tonight. She'll be here in 3 hours. So I suggest that you go home and shower, you've been in the same thing since yesterday."

"Are you cooking?"

"Yes. Im cooking. I cook. Mom taught me when I was 13, said every lady needed to know how to make a decent meal. I said she was just being lazy and didn't want to cook herself, since Missy couldn't cook worth shit, although I didn't actually say shit. Im not sure what I said. Anywho, I got grounded."

"For what?"

"Back talking. And the fact I was kind of cocky with her, not to mention the eye rolling. Eye rolling was one of the many things that boiled her blood. That, and back talking. So the fact I combined the both didn't help much."

I laughed from under the crib. I could feel the evil glare she was giving me, so I quickly stopped. After a few minutes im done and come out from under crib. She's still standing in the doorway, the glare on her face is gone however. And she's smiling.

"What?"

"Nothing." She says as she walks out of the room, I hear her chuckle from where im standing and follow her out into the living room.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing Mulder, now go home. Shower, change, come back. By then I'll have the room figured out, and you can move everything where I want it. Then I'll start cooking."

"What are you going to cook?" I say as I grab my things…now where did I put my keys? Oh, yea, I remember. They fell under the bed when…

"Lemon pepper chicken, it's moms favorite."

"Ok. I'll be back in an hour." I kiss her quickly and turn to walk out the door.

"What was that? You call that a kiss?" She pulls me back and gives me a deep kiss, I would make it deeper but my hands are full at the moment.

With my stuff…dirty minded people.

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Scully's POV:

"Ok lets see." I say to myself as I look around the room, "I want the cribs close to each other, so they'll go over by the right wall. The dressers will be on the north wall. Changing table by the door (easy access) and the toy table will go by the closet."

Why am I talking to myself?

Oh, somebody kicks. Wonder which one it is, my baby girl or boy. Nevertheless I rub my stomach and the little one calms.

Good boy…or girl.

"Sccullee." I hear Mulder's voice call from the living room, "Where are you?"

"The nursery." I yell back. "You ready to work?"

He appears in the doorway, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. God that man could make anything look sexy. Breath Dana, breath.

"Yeah, where do you want everything?"

I quickly explain where everything should go and walk out of the room, but not before giving him a quick slap on the ass, which I hear him chuckle too.

"Im liking this side of you Scully. You should let her appear more often."

"Just wait until im not pregnant."

His eyebrows raise, and I leave the room. I hear shuffling and take the chicken out of the fridge and drop it into the hot water for it to thaw. Guess now would be as good time as any to start pealing the potatoes.

Oh wait, baby no. 2 has a problem with that. God when one of them stops the other starts. I rub my stomach and it takes a little bit longer for this one to calm than it took the other one. After a few soothing words from mommy the kicking ceases, and I go back to dinner.

"Ow, shit!" I hear Mulder call from the nursery.

"What did you do this time?"

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Mulder's POV:

Scully's mom comes a bit earlier than planned but Scully was already done cooking so it didn't matter all that much. She could've come at a better time though, Scully and I were in the middle of something…

"Fox."

Oops, I guess Mrs. Scully was talking to me. I look up at her and fight away the warm feeling coming to my cheeks, "Yes Mrs. Scully."

"Are you ok? You seem…distracted."

"I was just thinking.

"Oh, about what?"

Quick, subject change. Don't want Scully's mom to know what she almost walked in on. Thank God she knocked.

"You know Scully, you never did tell me what you were laughing about me earlier. Care to share?"

"No Mulder, I don't. Dinners already done, lets eat ok."

"Sure. Fine. Whatever."

"Mulder, grow up."

"Sure--"

"Mulder."

Evil glare. Time for me to shut up. This would be a bit easier, if Mrs. Scully wasn't holding the laughter that's causing her face to turn as red as Scully's hair. If not then more so.

To stop the laughter that wants to escape she looks over at her daughter and smiles sweetly, "Dana. I don't know how many times I've said this, but twins! Im so happy for you."

"You've said it over 20 times mother, and we just found out this morning. I think I got the big picture, twins; good. For you at least, now I know why I never get a moments of peace with all the kicking going on in there. I thought my kid was going to be a kick boxing champion."

"Had any strange cravings yet?"

"Pancakes."

"Pancakes? Dana, that's not strange."

"Blueberry."

"Oh, blueberry. I thought you loathed those things."

"Exactly my point. I haven't eaten blueberry's since what 3rd grade?"

"2nd."

"Ah, second. What where some of your strange cravings? Im sure I'll have some wacky ones coming up."

"Oh, dear. That was a long time ago. Let me think…with Bill…watermelon. That's all I would eat for a while when I was pregnant. I think it's why his head is so huge." She smiled at this, "Then with Missy it was coconut."

"Coconut mom? Serious?"

"Dead serious. Coconut was my crave, then with you…with you it was Ben and Jerry's black cherry ice cream and cookie's and cream ice cream. Charlie was Doritos, I think I ate a bag a day. I gained the most weight with him." More smiling. "I almost miss those days. You know except for the back pains and wacky hormones."

"So that's where you get it from Scully."

She hits me on my arm, and not one of those small-oh-your-so-funny-hits either. It's a real slap. "Ow Scully. What was that for?"

"It's the hormones Mulder."

Damn my big mouth.