New Life

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A/N: See? I'm finishing it. I hope you love it!

I sat up abruptly and struck our heads together yet again. As we rubbed the already tender spots, from the last time, I slowly stood up and looked where I had been sitting. Sure enough, it was wet.

"Geez Scully, are you trying to give us both a concussion?" he asked as he stood up to join me.

"No, Mulder. My water just broke…" I stopped as my statement was capped by the worst contraction yet. I doubled over, and Mulder reacted fast enough to catch me before I toppled over. He held me while I gasped for air and pulled me closer as the contraction eased up. I looked up at him and saw pure fear in his eyes.

"After the bag of waters breaks…the contractions…usually get…stronger," I assured him. He looked around the room like he had lost something, and then looked at me.

"I think I'm going to get Margaret. She might not be a doctor, but she's had kids, so she knows more than me," he said as we inched our way to the window. He opened the blinds and I clearly saw that the wind and the rain had picked up. I shook my head.

"The hell you are. Mulder, you're not going anywhere in this storm," I stated.

"Scully we…you need help. I'm not sure I can give you that," he said timidly.

"No Mulder. All I need is you…ahh…" I was cut off by another contraction.

"Scully wrap your arms around my neck and just hang." I did as he said and he slowly rubbed his hand up and down my back. When the contraction ended I dropped my arms and looked up at him.

"Mulder, you better start boiling the things we gathered earlier. This baby's coming faster now, and I want to be ready," I said. He looked unsure of leaving me, but I nodded my head and he left for the kitchen. I slowly made my way back up to the bedroom. I had to stop once on the stairs and once in the hallway for contractions, but I finally made it to the room. I tried lying on the bed but was uncomfortable, so I slowly made my way around the room. About 2 laps and 4 contractions later Mulder finally appeared with a basin of water and a washcloth. He sat them down and slowly walked with me, letting me hang on him with every contraction.

Mulder seemed like a pro at this. He knew what I needed before I did, and he knew how to help me through each contraction. In fact, he even seemed to know when a contraction was coming before I did. However, one caught us both by surprise and completely buckled my knees. I'm glad he was there, or else I would've hit the ground. When it lasted longer than the others, I knew I couldn't keep walking.

"Mul…I need…sit," was all I could manage between breaths. He simply nodded and guided us out to the bathroom. I could tell he was already preparing to defend his actions when I looked up at him quizzically.

"I read this book, about birthing, that said sitting on the toilet helped the labor progress while allowing the mother to stay seated," he said like he was quoting it from the book. "Is that ok?" Well, at least he asked.

"Yeah," I said simply. He helped me sit down, and then sprinted back into the bedroom to grab the washcloth he had brought up earlier. When he returned he sat on the edge of the tub right next to me and helped me through each contraction, just talking to me, and wetting down my forehead and neck with the cool water.

After what seemed like forever, but was more like half an hour, I felt a strong sensation with a contraction that I hadn't felt before.

"Mulder…I…I think…I…need to…push," I informed him as I looked up to see his reaction. I saw his eyes get big, but he kept his cool. We waited until the contraction was finished, then he slowly helped me up and we headed to the bedroom. We hadn't even made it half-way there when another contraction wracked my body and I doubled over.

"Ohh…Mulder…I really…really need…to…push."

"Just hang on Scully," he said, as he picked me up and rushed to the bedroom. He laid me down and ordered, "Don't push yet!" He raced down the stairs to retrieve the sterile supplies he had boiled earlier. He raced back up to find me in another contraction.

"Ahhhh…Mulder!" I cried.

"Ok, push Scully," he said as he got on the bed at my feet. I grabbed my knees and pushed until the contraction was over. When it finished he grabbed a couple more pillows and stacked them behind me for support. He got back down to my feet in time for more pushing. I pushed through a couple contractions, and then flopped back.

"Mulder…hot," I said. He ran back to the bathroom and grabbed the washcloth. He ran back and bathed my face with the cool water. "Better, thank…ohh…" I pushed again, and he went back down to my feet.

This went on for about an hour, me pushing with each contraction, and him speaking words of encouragement, watching for the baby, and cooling me off with water in between everything. We were both getting anxious, and I finally had another idea.

"I want…to get up, Mulder," I informed him. Before he could ask I continued. "I want to squat at the bed…the gravity…will…help…" The rest was lost as my body took over and tried to push the child within me out. When the contraction finished, he helped me slide off the bed and then turn around so I could use the bed to hold me up. He helped me sway side to side in between contractions and helped hold me up while I pushed. He continued to cool me off with the water, and rub my back.

We did this for about 20 minutes, with me having to stand up twice to stretch my legs. Finally with a push I felt the fiery burn of the baby's head crowning.

"Ahhh….Mulder…it burns!" I cried as I tried to push through the pain.

"What! What burns?" he asked as he started to panic.

"Baby…crowning…" I pushed again and felt the head slide past the burning, and start out. Then I panicked. "Mulder…baby's coming…out…you have…to catch…it…Ahhh!" I cried as my body tightened in another spasm to push the baby out.

"I will, I will," he assured me as I felt him place one hand under me to catch the tiny head. "Push Scully, I've got it."

"Hurts…"

"Push, Scully!"

I did as I was told and yelled out as I felt the head pass the opening.

"Just a second, Scully," he said as he tried to get a look at the baby. "It's got red hair!" He exclaimed.

"Ahh…Mulder!" I yelled as another contraction hit. I tried to pant through it, but it didn't seem to be working.

"Ok, push!" he unnecessarily ordered, as I had already started to. I cried out as each shoulder came out, and then I felt the baby slip out into Mulder's waiting hands. It seemed like an eternity, but I finally heard the tiny cries of the baby.

"It's a girl, Scully! We have a daughter!" he exclaimed as the cries got louder. I could feel him working to cut the umbilical cord, but I had the desperate need to lie down, or I was going to collapse. I felt two hands grab me to hold me up, but they were too small to be Mulder's. I was going to turn around to see who it was, but I heard her voice first.

"It's ok, sweetie. I got you." It was Margaret. "When the phones came back, I tried to call you to make sure you were ok. When I didn't get an answer, I came by. I heard yelling and decided I better come see if I could help," she told me.

"Thanks," I said.

"Ok Scully, she's free," I heard Mulder say. Margaret placed her hands under my arms and helped hoist me up onto the bed. I cautiously turned over and lay against the pillows that Mulder had placed there previously. Mulder sat on the bed next to me and handed me the tiny pink bundle.

"It's a good thing we never got to talk about boy names, huh?" he said laughing. I nodded and wiped away my tears. For the first time in a long time, they were happy tears. I held in my arms the most precious thing that I had ever seen. She did in fact have red hair, and big blue eyes. She had Mulder's pouty lips, though, and I knew she'd be trouble.

"What's her name?" Margaret asked.

"Madison Olivia Mulder," Mulder replied, proudly.

I nodded my head in agreement, and then closed my eyes as I felt my stomach tighten slightly.

"Scully?" he questioned, concerned. Margaret answered for me.

"It's the uterus trying to rid itself of the placenta," she told him. I nodded my head and pushed slightly as Margaret helped deliver it. She covered it up, but not before Mulder got a look at it.

"Ugh," he said simply. I laughed.

Margaret stayed and helped me feed the baby for the first time, and made sure my bleeding was down to normal. She called a doctor who agreed to come and check on us later in the day, but left orders to phone him if anything happened. When she got off the phone with the doctor, she turned to me.

"I hate to leave, but I have to get my husband off to work. Call me if you need anything. Ok?" I nodded and she left the room. Mulder walked to the window and pulled the blinds up. I was surprised to see the sun.

"Wow…it's later than I thought it was." He nodded in agreement, and closed the blinds again. He joined me on the bed, and held both of us in his arms.

"Sleep now, Scully. I'm here, you're safe. Nothing will happen to the baby now," he said softly. I yawned and settled down and soon was sleeping.

"Honey, I'm home," came a voice from the door. I heard the girls running down the stairs and then leaping into his arms. I came out of the kitchen and was engulfed in a hug by my husband.

"Mulder, you're home early," I said.

"I missed my girls," he told me. He stepped back and placed his hand on my growing stomach. "And my little boy," he said with a big smile, and then hugged me again.

I woke up when the baby squirmed in her sleep. I looked at the miracle I held in my arms, and thought about how it was a miracle that Mulder was alive to be holding me in my sleep. I was maybe getting ahead of myself, but maybe there were more miracles to come.

Yay! I finished. It's long, I know. But I actually finished. I hope you enjoyed it!