Monica leans a hand on the cream coloured hallway wall to steady herself as she uses her free hand to tug off her boots, abandoning them somewhat haphazardly in the middle of the hallway in her haste, she makes her way into the kitchen, her socked toes squiggling happily into the thick carpet as she does so, walking over to one of the raised wall cabinets and reaching into it for a glass, aware of John Doggett's surprised glance when she finds what she's looking for immediately as if she knows the place, which, she reflects inwardly is indeed the case, the idea makes her smile contentedly.
She moves over to the sink and pours herself a full glass of water, gulping it down gratefully until she hears William's cry, except he's not made an actual sound yet, she places the half full glass on the surface by the sink then seemingly surprises John by passing by him, patting his upper arm with a muttered "I'll get him" just a moment before the child actually begins to cry, as she leaves the room.
She pads gently into the baby's darkened room, her socked feet sinking softly into the plush carpet surrounding the crib, crooning quietly so as not to startle him as she approaches and reaches down into his crib and scoops him up into her strong arms, cradling him against her as she walks from the room and into the kitchen, still crooning to the now quiet child gently burbling to her in her arms, his chubby hands toying with her shirt collar contentedly.
Monica moves over to stand by the sink, her back to John, she feels rather than hears Scully's approach slightly before she comes to stand next to her, feeling the gently touch of her hand at the small of her back through the fabric of her shirt, as she reaches around her to stroke the child's soft downy hair.
Monica smiles to herself as she feels John's gaze burning into the back of her head, she leans down towards Dana and mutters under her breath to her "I think I scared John, I told him I'd get William before he actually made a sound" she whispers sheepishly, and is rewarded by a raising of an eyebrow and muffled laughter, she can feel Dana's shoulders shaking subtly, then the hand drops away from her back and they leave the kitchen for the nursery once more.
Monica leans over the dark abyss that is William's crib, the blanket dappled by the glow emanating from the orange nightlight in the far corner of the room, and deposits him gently within, rubbing his stomach with a calming hand, aware of Dana's warm eyes upon her. She stands back up and brings her arm up around Dana's shoulders, letting her fingers rest at the nape of her neck, nestled in the soft flame coloured hair, they lean closer to each other watching William drifting into sleep, she leans in further and whispers into the soft red hair "he's beautiful Dana, just like his mother" knowing that Dana smiles shyly in response even if she can't actually see it.
They turn to go back to John in the kitchen, Monica keeps her hand in Dana's hair until they come into John's line of sight should he look at any time, then she quickly drops her hand, regretting her action, but knowing that it's probably wise for now, especially as she's not in the mood for John's knowing little grin and the twenty questions that will follow.
Monica watches Dana move over to sit at one of the vacant chairs around the table John is occupying, and though she knows she could go and join her, she decides not to for now, as she doesn't think she could currently keep her hands to herself. Instead she moves over to perch against one of the counter tops, aware of Dana's eyes on her as she does so. She rams her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops, then raising up a socked foot to rest upon a drawer handle placed conveniently at the right height wriggling her toes contentedly before turning her full attention to John Doggett who has only just looked up from the seemingly engrossing case files spread out on the table in front of him, though she knows otherwise, knows that he's been subtly watching her since they got here, carefully noting her familiarity with the place, with William, with Dana like the trained FBI agent that he is. However, if he's not going to bring the subject up, then neither will she for now, there's no need and for now it's wholly irrelevant.