After that things seemed to get a little better. Scully wasn't in love with
Evie, but she seemed to at least tolerate her, and there was far less
fearfulness in her eyes when it came to touching her. Eventually she was
helping me look after both Evie and William, so I didn't feel compelled to
keep them locked in at night with me any more. I was beginning to think
that things might work out after all.
Until I woke up late a couple of days later, and found Scully in the kitchen, crying. Scully must have gotten the kids up for breakfast, since they were both in the kitchen with her. Evie was in the baby carrier on the table, and she was fussing, but Scully worried me more, so I let Evie stay where she was. At least William seemed content, playing on the floor.
"What's wrong?" My voice was gentle.
Her eyes were red rimmed when she looked up at me. "I know you want this to work out, and I'm trying. I'm really trying. But after breakfast I was going to cut up some tomatoes for lunch, and all of the sudden..."
"All of the sudden what?"
"I had the knife in my hand, and I couldn't help but wonder. If I cut her, would she bleed? Would she heal immediately, like the super soldiers who had been after us did, would she even feel it? "
"Scully..."
"I just kept staring at the knife..."
I put my arms around her. "It's ok."
"No, it's not ok. My rational side tells me that you're right, but still I can't keep myself from wondering these things. "
"Why don't you go lie down? I'll make lunch."
She nodded, but her shoulders were slumped as she went to the bedroom. Even though nothing had happened, it was clear that her emotional storm had tired her.
Shaking my head, I reached for the knife, then stopped. There was a smear of red on the blade. Shaking off my shock I started to smile. The tomatoes, of course. But then I noticed that they were all whole.
Dropping the knife with a clatter, I lunged for Evie, which startled her into crying. I looked all over, but I didn't see so much as a scratch on her. My relief was arrested, however, because there was a maroon stain, half as big as a dime, on the baby blanket that lined the carrier; I'd picked Evie up so fast that I'd missed it. From the position of the stain, Scully must have cut the baby's arm. Double checking, though, I still didn't find a mark on her skin.
Holding the infant to my chest, I gave the closed bedroom door a wide-eyed stare. I hadn't realized that Scully was capable of violence, especially towards a tiny baby. Even if I took all the sharp objects and threw them in the ocean, it didn't mean that Evie would necessarily be safe if Scully lost it. We knew they could die of smoke inhalation, who's to say they couldn't drown? We were surrounded by water.
This wasn't working. I was going to have to-
Until I woke up late a couple of days later, and found Scully in the kitchen, crying. Scully must have gotten the kids up for breakfast, since they were both in the kitchen with her. Evie was in the baby carrier on the table, and she was fussing, but Scully worried me more, so I let Evie stay where she was. At least William seemed content, playing on the floor.
"What's wrong?" My voice was gentle.
Her eyes were red rimmed when she looked up at me. "I know you want this to work out, and I'm trying. I'm really trying. But after breakfast I was going to cut up some tomatoes for lunch, and all of the sudden..."
"All of the sudden what?"
"I had the knife in my hand, and I couldn't help but wonder. If I cut her, would she bleed? Would she heal immediately, like the super soldiers who had been after us did, would she even feel it? "
"Scully..."
"I just kept staring at the knife..."
I put my arms around her. "It's ok."
"No, it's not ok. My rational side tells me that you're right, but still I can't keep myself from wondering these things. "
"Why don't you go lie down? I'll make lunch."
She nodded, but her shoulders were slumped as she went to the bedroom. Even though nothing had happened, it was clear that her emotional storm had tired her.
Shaking my head, I reached for the knife, then stopped. There was a smear of red on the blade. Shaking off my shock I started to smile. The tomatoes, of course. But then I noticed that they were all whole.
Dropping the knife with a clatter, I lunged for Evie, which startled her into crying. I looked all over, but I didn't see so much as a scratch on her. My relief was arrested, however, because there was a maroon stain, half as big as a dime, on the baby blanket that lined the carrier; I'd picked Evie up so fast that I'd missed it. From the position of the stain, Scully must have cut the baby's arm. Double checking, though, I still didn't find a mark on her skin.
Holding the infant to my chest, I gave the closed bedroom door a wide-eyed stare. I hadn't realized that Scully was capable of violence, especially towards a tiny baby. Even if I took all the sharp objects and threw them in the ocean, it didn't mean that Evie would necessarily be safe if Scully lost it. We knew they could die of smoke inhalation, who's to say they couldn't drown? We were surrounded by water.
This wasn't working. I was going to have to-