TO SAVE THE WORLD
PART EIGHT
2 MONTHS LATER:
Well, after four hours of labor on Monica's part she gave birth to her second child. Angel Joy Dogett. She's a beautiful baby, 6 pounds 4 oz., a head full of light brown hair and the same stunning eyes that belong to her father and brother. I think Monica is a little upset about this, neither of her children have inherited her eyes, but the blue she does have is so intense it somehow doesn't matter.
We've been distributing the antidotes without any problems so far, Kersh seems to be blind to our little ploy to stop colonization. Or maybe he does know, he's just formulating his plan of attack. I shudder at the thought.
Turns out Charlie did take an hour or so and went snorkeling on the great barrier reef. I swear, the next time I see him, it's not going to be the pleasant family reunion he would hope for. I'm so jealous.
"Dana." Monica calls from the bed, "do you want to hold her?"
I nod silently and take the sleeping newborn into my arms. She stirs a bit, nestling into my embrace, but she doesn't wake. I rock her back in forth as if to keep her sleeping. "Just think, in four months we're going to have another." I laugh, quietly so I don't wake Angel up, "you know from the outside it looks like we planned on having our children around the same time."
She laughs a bit as well.
"So, why Angel Joy?"
She shakes her head, "I'm not sure. It just felt…right. And I know by now to go with my feelings."
"Well, it's a beautiful name, It suits her, she looks so peaceful sleeping. Let's just hope she's not a whiner."
"Well," she said looking at John, "I think with her father whining is inevitable."
"Hey." He says in protest. "I do not whine."
"Sure you don't honey." She says with a chuckle.
Angel moves in my arms once more and her eyelids--void of any eyelashes-- flutter open. I find myself lost in the brightness of her eyes as she stares up at me awestruck. She makes a small noise, I'm not sure what it should be classified as…a giggle maybe, and closes her eyes once more. Content that I am somebody to be trusted, and therefore she can sleep easily. I smile looking down at her and William walks in the room.
"Hi momma."
"Shh, the baby is sleeping."
"I hold her?"
I look at Monica and John for approval and they nod their heads.
"Ok. Sit down first."
He does. "Like this momma?"
"Yeah." I sit down next to him, "now hold out your arms like mine are." He does and I place Angel into them. "Now, you've got to cradle her head carefully. Make sure you have it held up." I show him how to hold her head, "like this. Can you do that?"
"Yes, I can."
"Ok. Be very careful."
"I be careful." He says as he holds onto her, just as I showed him. He smiles down at her but she remains asleep. He holds her for a few minutes before he gets his fill and his short-attention-span tells him its time to go somewhere else. He very carefully, and slowly, puts Angel back into my arms. Then he runs off to wherever he wants to be, probably to find his daddy.
I hold Angel for a little bit longer before giving her back to her mother, Dr. Smalls comes into the room to check up on Monica and the baby, and while he's doing his check-up I figure it's my best opportunity to slip out of the room, it's starting to get late, and I'm starting to get tired.
I find Will playing with Tru in her bedroom, and tell him that it's time for bed. He protest for a few minutes but in the end I finally win. Tru gives me a silent thank-you and I smile, Will is a handful, he's at that age, the terrible two's. He likes to get into anything and everything, and lately nothing seems to hold his attention for over 5 minutes, 10 tops.
We walk up to the house and I tuck him into bed, then read him his story. After he's asleep I check on Missy. She too is happily snoozing. God, when they say time flies they're not kidding. It seems like just yesterday I had Missy, it's hard to believe that its been over 10 months. She's gotten so big, it's amazing. I guess I've been standing there for awhile because my legs are starting to go numb from not moving. I walk across the hall and into the bedroom, where I'm surprised to see Mulder's already in the bed. Weather he's asleep or not, I don't know.
I change quickly and slid into the bed next to him, he must be asleep because he stirs in his slumber and unconsciously places an arm around my large belly. The baby moves in my stomach, and it wakes him up. He looks at me confused and then realizes what he felt. He places his hand on my stomach and rubs it, trying to calm the baby, and it works. He or she stops her movement and Mulder smiles at me, then goes back to sleep. I too lay my head down and I'm instantly asleep.
6 weeks later
Today's Missy's first birthday. Becky and Ken got her the cake Mulder and I picked out, and some baby toys and clothes as gifts, ones that we too picked out. Becky brought a sales ad for us to look through.
We're all gathered around a table in the kitchen and Missy's white birthday cake with multicolored balloons, the one birthday candle looks awkward for such a large cake, but Missy seems happy. I place her in front of the cake and she squeals with happiness, then she sticks her hands into the icing, digging into the cake with her bare hands.
I let out a throaty chuckle as I watch her tear up the cake. She looks at me confused then lifts her arms up as if to say I-want-to-be-held. I look at the icing that's halfway up her arms and sigh. She doesn't move her arms, and I doubt that she will, so, I pick her up. She flails her arms around, getting icing all over me, my clothes, and in my hair. Then she lets out another happy squeal.
After I've gotten messy enough I decide to share the wealth, "you want to go to daddy Missy?"
"Daddy! Daddy!" She squeals happily, and I look at Mulder with an evil grin.
He gapes at me, but then smiles and I hand her over to him, soon his clothes, face, and arms are covered with the icing, but he's lucky enough that he's tall so his hair wasn't affected. After he cleans up Missy, and himself, and I clean up we go into the living room where she's going to open presents. Well, Mulder and I will mostly be the ones opening them, but she'll do her part.
We end up taking a little over an hour before she's done opening the presents, and when she's done with the presents she spends her time playing with the wrapping paper. Go figure.
Around 4:35 the telephone rings and Mulder picks it up. He doesn't say anything into the receiver, rather waits for the person at the other end to talk. After a second or so he speaks up, "yeah. Hold on just one second." He walks to me and hands me the phone.
I pick it up, "Dana."
"Hey big sister. It's Missy's birthday right? I wanted to call and see how that was going."
"Good, she's having a blast playing with her precious moments wrapping paper. You want to talk to her?"
"Yeah, sure. Put her on the phone."
I walk to where Missy sits in the middle of the phone and hand it to her, "Uncle Charlie wants to talk to you."
She brings the phone to her ear, "Hi-de!" She squeals and then giggles. She babbles for awhile, I hear daddy, bad, and no somewhere in the incoherent speech. Then she takes the phone away from her ear and presses buttons. I laugh and take the phone then put it back to her ear.
"Say goodbye Missy."
"Buh-bi."
I put the phone back up to my ear, "so. Did you understand anything about that?"
"She said daddy bad, and when I asked her if mommy was bad she said no."
"That's my girl." I smiled. "Ok Charlie, you know the drill, we can't talk long. I'll e-mail you some pictures of the party ok?"
"Good. I'll be waiting for them. Bye Dana."
"Bye Charlie." Then I hung up.
Missy stands up and then on shaky legs walks to the coffee table in the middle of the room, holding on to the edge she walks to the end of the coffee table then to the couch from there. She grabs hold of the couch for leverage and giggles. I pick her up and throw her into the air, I catch her and she squeals. I do this once more and she says, "gain!" Which is the first time she's said that word. I smile and once again throw her in the air.
The rest of the day goes accordingly.
1 week later
Work has been especially brutal for the past week, we've reproduced more than twice the amount than we normally do, and I for one am not complaining. We've sent off new shipments to all three of our bases. They all arrived unharmed, I'm wondering if maybe the syndicate knows about it, and is giving us false hope. God, I hope that's not the case.
We still haven't had any new news about Kersh and his little project. We need somebody on the inside, but there's nobody that we can trust, or if there is they've not come forward. We could really use a 'deep throat', hell we could use 'X' at this moment. But, I guess if there is somebody on the project that disagrees with it he or she will come in due time. Although, I'm not sure if there is somebody like that. With all the leaks they've had in the past I'm sure Kersh knows that he has to have the lowest of the low, people who would never change their minds about what they're doing. Let's just hope one person with some form of human decency. Although that seems unlikely.
Nevertheless, we've got to figure out what Kersh is up to.
~**~**~**~
PART EIGHT
2 MONTHS LATER:
Well, after four hours of labor on Monica's part she gave birth to her second child. Angel Joy Dogett. She's a beautiful baby, 6 pounds 4 oz., a head full of light brown hair and the same stunning eyes that belong to her father and brother. I think Monica is a little upset about this, neither of her children have inherited her eyes, but the blue she does have is so intense it somehow doesn't matter.
We've been distributing the antidotes without any problems so far, Kersh seems to be blind to our little ploy to stop colonization. Or maybe he does know, he's just formulating his plan of attack. I shudder at the thought.
Turns out Charlie did take an hour or so and went snorkeling on the great barrier reef. I swear, the next time I see him, it's not going to be the pleasant family reunion he would hope for. I'm so jealous.
"Dana." Monica calls from the bed, "do you want to hold her?"
I nod silently and take the sleeping newborn into my arms. She stirs a bit, nestling into my embrace, but she doesn't wake. I rock her back in forth as if to keep her sleeping. "Just think, in four months we're going to have another." I laugh, quietly so I don't wake Angel up, "you know from the outside it looks like we planned on having our children around the same time."
She laughs a bit as well.
"So, why Angel Joy?"
She shakes her head, "I'm not sure. It just felt…right. And I know by now to go with my feelings."
"Well, it's a beautiful name, It suits her, she looks so peaceful sleeping. Let's just hope she's not a whiner."
"Well," she said looking at John, "I think with her father whining is inevitable."
"Hey." He says in protest. "I do not whine."
"Sure you don't honey." She says with a chuckle.
Angel moves in my arms once more and her eyelids--void of any eyelashes-- flutter open. I find myself lost in the brightness of her eyes as she stares up at me awestruck. She makes a small noise, I'm not sure what it should be classified as…a giggle maybe, and closes her eyes once more. Content that I am somebody to be trusted, and therefore she can sleep easily. I smile looking down at her and William walks in the room.
"Hi momma."
"Shh, the baby is sleeping."
"I hold her?"
I look at Monica and John for approval and they nod their heads.
"Ok. Sit down first."
He does. "Like this momma?"
"Yeah." I sit down next to him, "now hold out your arms like mine are." He does and I place Angel into them. "Now, you've got to cradle her head carefully. Make sure you have it held up." I show him how to hold her head, "like this. Can you do that?"
"Yes, I can."
"Ok. Be very careful."
"I be careful." He says as he holds onto her, just as I showed him. He smiles down at her but she remains asleep. He holds her for a few minutes before he gets his fill and his short-attention-span tells him its time to go somewhere else. He very carefully, and slowly, puts Angel back into my arms. Then he runs off to wherever he wants to be, probably to find his daddy.
I hold Angel for a little bit longer before giving her back to her mother, Dr. Smalls comes into the room to check up on Monica and the baby, and while he's doing his check-up I figure it's my best opportunity to slip out of the room, it's starting to get late, and I'm starting to get tired.
I find Will playing with Tru in her bedroom, and tell him that it's time for bed. He protest for a few minutes but in the end I finally win. Tru gives me a silent thank-you and I smile, Will is a handful, he's at that age, the terrible two's. He likes to get into anything and everything, and lately nothing seems to hold his attention for over 5 minutes, 10 tops.
We walk up to the house and I tuck him into bed, then read him his story. After he's asleep I check on Missy. She too is happily snoozing. God, when they say time flies they're not kidding. It seems like just yesterday I had Missy, it's hard to believe that its been over 10 months. She's gotten so big, it's amazing. I guess I've been standing there for awhile because my legs are starting to go numb from not moving. I walk across the hall and into the bedroom, where I'm surprised to see Mulder's already in the bed. Weather he's asleep or not, I don't know.
I change quickly and slid into the bed next to him, he must be asleep because he stirs in his slumber and unconsciously places an arm around my large belly. The baby moves in my stomach, and it wakes him up. He looks at me confused and then realizes what he felt. He places his hand on my stomach and rubs it, trying to calm the baby, and it works. He or she stops her movement and Mulder smiles at me, then goes back to sleep. I too lay my head down and I'm instantly asleep.
6 weeks later
Today's Missy's first birthday. Becky and Ken got her the cake Mulder and I picked out, and some baby toys and clothes as gifts, ones that we too picked out. Becky brought a sales ad for us to look through.
We're all gathered around a table in the kitchen and Missy's white birthday cake with multicolored balloons, the one birthday candle looks awkward for such a large cake, but Missy seems happy. I place her in front of the cake and she squeals with happiness, then she sticks her hands into the icing, digging into the cake with her bare hands.
I let out a throaty chuckle as I watch her tear up the cake. She looks at me confused then lifts her arms up as if to say I-want-to-be-held. I look at the icing that's halfway up her arms and sigh. She doesn't move her arms, and I doubt that she will, so, I pick her up. She flails her arms around, getting icing all over me, my clothes, and in my hair. Then she lets out another happy squeal.
After I've gotten messy enough I decide to share the wealth, "you want to go to daddy Missy?"
"Daddy! Daddy!" She squeals happily, and I look at Mulder with an evil grin.
He gapes at me, but then smiles and I hand her over to him, soon his clothes, face, and arms are covered with the icing, but he's lucky enough that he's tall so his hair wasn't affected. After he cleans up Missy, and himself, and I clean up we go into the living room where she's going to open presents. Well, Mulder and I will mostly be the ones opening them, but she'll do her part.
We end up taking a little over an hour before she's done opening the presents, and when she's done with the presents she spends her time playing with the wrapping paper. Go figure.
Around 4:35 the telephone rings and Mulder picks it up. He doesn't say anything into the receiver, rather waits for the person at the other end to talk. After a second or so he speaks up, "yeah. Hold on just one second." He walks to me and hands me the phone.
I pick it up, "Dana."
"Hey big sister. It's Missy's birthday right? I wanted to call and see how that was going."
"Good, she's having a blast playing with her precious moments wrapping paper. You want to talk to her?"
"Yeah, sure. Put her on the phone."
I walk to where Missy sits in the middle of the phone and hand it to her, "Uncle Charlie wants to talk to you."
She brings the phone to her ear, "Hi-de!" She squeals and then giggles. She babbles for awhile, I hear daddy, bad, and no somewhere in the incoherent speech. Then she takes the phone away from her ear and presses buttons. I laugh and take the phone then put it back to her ear.
"Say goodbye Missy."
"Buh-bi."
I put the phone back up to my ear, "so. Did you understand anything about that?"
"She said daddy bad, and when I asked her if mommy was bad she said no."
"That's my girl." I smiled. "Ok Charlie, you know the drill, we can't talk long. I'll e-mail you some pictures of the party ok?"
"Good. I'll be waiting for them. Bye Dana."
"Bye Charlie." Then I hung up.
Missy stands up and then on shaky legs walks to the coffee table in the middle of the room, holding on to the edge she walks to the end of the coffee table then to the couch from there. She grabs hold of the couch for leverage and giggles. I pick her up and throw her into the air, I catch her and she squeals. I do this once more and she says, "gain!" Which is the first time she's said that word. I smile and once again throw her in the air.
The rest of the day goes accordingly.
1 week later
Work has been especially brutal for the past week, we've reproduced more than twice the amount than we normally do, and I for one am not complaining. We've sent off new shipments to all three of our bases. They all arrived unharmed, I'm wondering if maybe the syndicate knows about it, and is giving us false hope. God, I hope that's not the case.
We still haven't had any new news about Kersh and his little project. We need somebody on the inside, but there's nobody that we can trust, or if there is they've not come forward. We could really use a 'deep throat', hell we could use 'X' at this moment. But, I guess if there is somebody on the project that disagrees with it he or she will come in due time. Although, I'm not sure if there is somebody like that. With all the leaks they've had in the past I'm sure Kersh knows that he has to have the lowest of the low, people who would never change their minds about what they're doing. Let's just hope one person with some form of human decency. Although that seems unlikely.
Nevertheless, we've got to figure out what Kersh is up to.
~**~**~**~
