For the final month of her pregnancy she was told to by her doctor to take it easy. It was much easier said then done. The last month or so of her pregnancy was probably the most action packed time of her life. There was the return of her partner and of course her little stint in the hospital. Her doctor knew her entirely too well and made sure he contacted the Deputy Director to let him know that Agent Scully was to be kept away from her work completely. Now she sat at home spending the better part of her day reading or watching some television. Her nights were just as routine. At around 6:00 p.m. every night Mulder would show up at her apartment with a movie in hand. These expected visits usually consisted of some sort of take out and one of Mulder's collector's edition sci-fi movies. They usually ended up talking through most of the movie, making fun of the horrible script or special effects. These were the times she cherished with him. He often sat next to her with his hand on her belly, just waiting for any sign of movement.
"I think he's got a pretty good chance at a career in baseball. He's got a mean arm." He said to her one night as they sat on the couch.
"How can you tell it was his arm?" She asked with a smile.
"I don't know actually. I guess you could just call it father's intuition." He said as he looked down at her belly.
Of all the horrible things that had happened to them along this journey, nothing could compare to the night that William was born. What made it worse was the fact that she had to go though it without him. Throughout the last months of her pregnancy they had planned on being together during the joyous occasion. Instead she was forced to give birth in a bare wood cabin. Monica was amazing and did everything she could to make her comfortable.
As Scully sat in her bed clutching the small life she had helped create in her arms, she knew it was all worth it. Protecting the life of her son was the top priority in her life. As she said her goodbye's to the gunmen, she heard her front door being unlocked. Finally, it was the visitor she had been waiting on. As soon as he walked through the door she felt a smile spread across her face. She had been waiting to show him what they had created. As Mulder looked down at his first born son, Scully saw a look in his eyes she had never seen before. Every bit of worry or fatigue disappeared. The only thing concerning him at that moment was the child in front of him.
"William, after your father." Those words seemed to strike his heart immediately. She had named him after his grandfather, a man that undeniably deserved to see the birth of his first grandchild.
As Mulder looked down at little William he saw bits and pieces of both he and Scully in the child. He had his mothers coloring and the beginnings of his father's nose. Right then and there he was willing to give up his entire life and devote it to protecting this life. As Scully watched him with his child she knew in her heart what had to be done.
That night they all slept in her bed. William did most of the sleeping while his proud parents just sat in amazement and watched him breathe, just like they had done to each other the night he was miraculously conceived. They carefully watched each other also, knowing it was going to be the last time in a very long time they would be able to just look at each other.
All too soon morning came. The rays of the sun crept in through the blinds, causing young William to stir. Scully awoke immediately and turned her attention to the little man.
"We're just practicing his right hand." A sleepy looking Mulder said to her. William had a good grip on his finger with his right hand. Scully smiled and rested her head back on her pillow.
"I've booked myself a flight for tomorrow." Afraid she would cry if she spoke any words, she just shook her head. Her top priority was to protect her son, and this is what had to done.
The first few nights after they left them were the hardest. Her apartment was lonely, and she and William were given entirely too much time to think. As they both drifted off to sleep on those night she told her son about his father, and that one day they would be reunited.
"He loved you so much William, so much that he knew he had to give you up. For now at least. When you are older you will be able to understand, and your father can tell you the very long story of how you came to be."
There we go. I'm done! This is the first fan fiction I have ever completed! Thank you everyone for your continued support!