A New Life

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A/N: I know I know….it's been 7 months since I started the story and no updates… (dodges flying objects) but to tell you the truth, this got put on the side, and then forgotten about….and now it's back. Besides, I think I'm past my writer's block…so hopefully it's good…..thank-you for reading again…if you do…….

Last time on "A New Life"…

"Don't worry, Mulder. It's just the baby coming."

"Wha….?" was all he could manage as he grabbed onto me for support. Yeah, like I could hold him up. He soon recovered his strength, though, as he grabbed my arms and held me up until the contraction finished. When it had subsided he helped me finish the shower and then we got out. He ran to the bedroom we were staying in to grab my robe, completely forgetting his own. By the time he got back he was shivering cold, but helped me on with my robe before dawning his own. He then led me to the bedroom and helped me sit on the chaise lounge just in time for another contraction. When this one was finished, he started pacing the room. He was going to drive me crazy, so I had to think of something.

"Mulder?" I asked to pull him out of his trance, "Why don't you go call Margaret? She could come and help," I more ordered than suggested.

"Uh…I didn't get her number Scully…I didn't even think about it," he said sheepishly.

"Well, then it's a good thing I did. I stuck it on the fridge with the magnet of a bear riding a butterfly," I replied. He laughed then, I wasn't sure if it was because I had gotten the number, or my reference to the magnet, but he took my suggestion and hurried out of the room. I decided now was as good of a time as ever to put on something that I could deliver the baby in. I rummaged through my bag, but couldn't find anything. I had only packed a couple shirts and socks before Mulder had hurried me out of the apartment. For some reason this simple fact led me to start crying, so when Mulder came back into the room leaning over the bed, half naked and in tears. He practically leaped to my side and put his hand on my back.

"Are they getting worse, Scully?" he asked in a tone that showed he was scared.

"No," I cried. "I…I can't find anything to wear." A new wave of tears came and he simply held me.

"Shh…it's alright. Let's look in my bag," he said softly as he helped me sit down and then rummaged through his bag. Finally he held up just a plain gray t-shirt that looked like it might fit. "Is this ok?" he inquired.

"It looks ok, but you have to remember it might get ruined," I stated.

"That's ok," he replied. "It'll be worth it." He smiled as he helped me on with the shirt, and then settled me on the bed. He sat down next to me and wiped the last of my tears away. I looked up at him and saw concern in his eyes. "Scully, I know you weren't that upset about not having anything to wear, so what's bothering you?" he asked softly.

"I don't know…" I started. "I guess I'm just…" I paused as a new wave of tears hit me. He handed me a tissue. "…I'm just scared," I finally admitted. "I guess I'm worried that something is going to go wrong, and I took it as a sign." He chuckled as he snuggled in next to me and held me as another contraction hit. This one was quite a bit harder than the others, and actually took away my breath for a moment. Mulder rubbed my lower back and when it subsided I rolled back over to him, remembering why he had left the room in the first place.

"Did you get a hold of Margaret?" I asked. He simply shook his head.

"No. The phone lines are down, there's one hell of a storm outside." It was then I realized that the wind was pounding the rain against the window. He rose from the bed and opened the curtains so that I could see the trees whipping around outside. I had been so involved with everything else I hadn't heard it. Perfect. The only help we could get we can't get a hold of. He must have seen my distress because he came back to the bed and stroked my hair.

"It's ok, Scully. I'm here. Everything will be fine. If it comes down to it, I'll run to her house and get her. But I think we're fine for now, ok?" I nodded and he got up again and headed out the door. He stopped and turned around. "I know what will make you feel better," he said, then headed downstairs. He was gone for a few minutes, and then returned with a plate of Oreos and a jar of peanut butter. I squealed with delight as he handed me the plate. It took a few minutes to get a few cookies ready, in between contractions. I handed the peanut butter back to Mulder and ate my cookies.

About half an hour passed and my contractions steadily increased. Mulder had been hovering the whole time, so I excused myself to the bathroom even though I didn't really have to go. I made it just in the bathroom when another contraction wracked my body. I braced myself against the counter when I suddenly decided that the cookies were a bad idea. I barely made it to the toilet before my body rejected the cookies. Mulder, who had no doubt been standing there the entire time tried to lighten the mood.

"Tossing your cookies, Scully?" he asked. I turned around and glared at him before I had to lean over and retch again. He kneeled next to me and rubbed my back until I was finished. He then rummaged around and finally brought me a wet washcloth for my face. When I was done, he led me back to the room. He pulled the covers back for me to get back in bed, but I shook my head.

"No, Mulder. I want to walk. It's supposed to help the labor go faster anyways." He nodded and led me out into the hallway.

We slowly walked around the house for an hour, stopping for every contraction while he held me strong. Finally he told me that I needed a break and we sat on the couch. He traced his fingers on my stomach while we sat in silence. I looked at the clock and realized it had been almost 3 ½ hours since I had started contracting, and it felt like I was getting nowhere.

"Mulder, I don't think that this baby is ever going to come," I whined.

"What do you mean, what do you think we're doing now? That's what the contractions are for. I'm not even a doctor and I know that," he replied. I glared at him from the side, and then continued.

"It's just…it doesn't feel like the baby's moving. I want the baby to come now," I said, feeling much like a child.

"Well, I'll se what I can do…" he said as he dropped his head to my stomach. "Hey baby, it's your daddy…" he looked up, almost for approval, and I just smiled. He leaned down again, touching his nose to my stomach, and continued, "…I know that your mommy has made a good home for you in there, but she's…we're ready for you to come out, ok? We want to see you now, so come out," he gently ordered the baby. Almost as if in protest, the baby's small foot kicked the exact spot that his nose was touching. He sat up abruptly and rubbed his nose. I leaned up and kissed his nose, then moved to his lips. He gently leaned over me and ran his fingers through my hair.

Ok, I know that that's a weird place to end the chapter, but I wanted to have one more chapter for the end, and this was the best place I could think of. I hope you enjoyed it, even though it was 7 months in the making. Review only if you want, but I would greatly appreciate it!