Chapter Twenty-One
Long after the loving and honeymoon fun had ended, Scully lay there in the near darkness, turned on her side away from Mulder, unable to sleep. She was thinking about her pregnancy, the unborn child growing within her. and how it had came to be. Silent tears rolled from her eyes because she had always wanted to be a mother, even when she hadn't said she wanted to be. Now she had Emily and another little one living beneath her heart, but her instincts were warning her that something wasn't right and perhaps her unborn baby just wasn't meant to be.
*What can I do? I love Mulder and we created this child - somehow, someway,* Scully was thinking.
How could she even THINK these dark thoughts? She was carrying the baby that she and Mulder had wanted; their miracle, but it seemed too good to be true. She didn't trust the Smoking Man. What had he done when she went on that mission and whatever it was, did it have anything to do with her mysterious pregnancy?
"Hey, Scully, what is it?" Mulder murmured, wrapping an arm around her. "Can't sleep? I thought you'd be worn out. After all, we did it in so many different positions. You were extra wild you know when you..."
Suddenly his voice went from teasing to serious when he heard her little sniffles and realized she had been crying. "What... what is it, Scully? Are you okay?" he questioned as she felt his lips nuzzling her hair.
"No... I- you don't even want to know what I was thinking," she answered in a soft voice.
"Was it about the baby?"
She tensed a little bit in his embrace. He knew her so well - her moods, her feelings, her insecurities. "Yeah, I... I'm not sure I can go through with this."
"Whattya mean? The pregnancy?" he asked, suddenly wide awake and sounding shocked.
She turned over to look at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I want your baby so much, Mulder, but not like this... not if there's something wrong. If..."
"Scully, hold on. We don't even know if there is anything wrong. The last ultrasound showed that everything's fine and our baby is healthy. I know you're scared, but we'll talk to the doctor and you can get another ultrasound to reassure you. This is our baby - OURS. I know in my heart that this is the child we were meant to have."
He took her hand, laying it on his bare chest so she could feel his heart beating strongly, just as their child's heart beat steadily inside her womb. The dam of tears broke when she realized what she had nearly considered. She was shaking her head, sobbing, "I can't do it, Mulder. I love the baby already. Our baby. It's ours."
He was kissing away her tears, his voice soothing even though she was unable to comprehend his words due to her loud sobbing. Their baby. She was going to have the baby! No matter what. Emily was getting a little sister or brother.
"Emily!" Scully suddenly gasped out, her heart nearly exploding as intense fear welled up inside of her.
At that same moment, the phone rang and Scully felt sick inside, remembering all of those phone calls which had come to her from the great beyond that lead her to her daughter. Her sixth sense when it came to Emily was as strong as ever and when Mulder reached for the phone next to the bed, she knew that her little girl wasn't okay. Emily was in trouble.
"Hello," Mulder spoke on the phone.
He suddenly shot nearly half way out of bed as he listened with wide eyes. Someone was talking urgently to Mulder, but Scully didn't hear a word of what was being said. She didn't need to - a part of her already knew that her little girl urgently needed her mommy.
"We'll be there as soon as possible, Maggie," Mulder said. Then he ended the call.
"Something's wrong with Emily."
"Scully, she's in the hospital," Mulder answered. "We need to go home now. She needs us."
Scully nodded, reaching for her clothing. "Some honeymoon this turned out to be," she said quietly.
"You were right. We shouldn't have gone to a haunted honeymoon hotel. I should have picked the flying saucer instead."
Despite the serious nature of the conversation, Scully couldn't help but smile a little bit as she threw her clothes into her suitcase haphazardly. "Next time we go on a trip, I get to choose," she said. "And we won't be leaving Emily again."
Mulder nodded. The thought of leaving Emily... of losing her caused his heart to ache with sadness. He loved that little girl like his own. He could hear her little voice in his head, calling out "Daddy!"
*Let her be okay,* he silently prayed as he dressed and hurriedly packed up his belongings.
