Ishmael stretched, yawned and laid down beside Mulder as he packed small pieces of wood and paper into the fireplace, before flipping his lighter and blowing on the growing flames. Scully moved the suitcases closer to the stairs, placed the duffle bag on them and carried the beach chairs and Umbrella to the sliding door that opened onto the grassy backyard.

"Water?", Scully looked over at the fireplace, at her boys "Mulder, do you want a beer? "

They both nodded without looking up, or answering. They were caveman-ing at the moment, mesmerized by the fire. Scully smiled to herself, walked over to the kitchen and collected their beverages.

"Daddy?", William was leaning on Mulder's back, arms loosely hanging around his neck, watching as the flames grew in the fireplace.

"Yeah?"

"Rockets have fire in them..."

"Yeah, sort of. It's actually a lot of different chemicals that combine to make the flames, that thrust the ship into Space. It's called combustion", tugging on William's hands, making him giggle. Mulder turned around and smiled at his son.

"Oh"

"When we get back home, before school starts... I think we should take a trip to the Air and Space Museum, at the Smithsonian", Mulder tapped William on the chin with his knuckles "What do you think?"

"Yeah!", a giant grin began to appear on William's face.

Scully came back with a plastic tumbler of water, a bottle of beer and a glass of red wine. Mulder took the beer from Scully's outstretched arm and then sat down on the couch next to her.

"Making plans without me?", Scully had a sip from her glass.

"Can Mommy come to the Museum with us?"

"Would you like to come with us?", Mulder turned to face Scully, and pushed one of the braids off her shoulder.

"If I don't have work, I would love to join you"

It was starting to get warm and stuffy in the lounge room, so Scully removed her oversized sweater and tossed it on the winged armchair, opposite her. Mulder gave an appreciative glance the low cut tank top, that she had been hiding the entire trip up to Chilmark. There was a look, a definite look, from Scully that caused Mulder to direct his attention back to the happy little family image before him.

William was laying on his stomach, in front of the fireplace, the contents of his backpack scattered around him; Lego, a sketch book and PSP (PlayStation Portable).

"What are you drawing, slugger?", Mulder asked.

William had been scribbling in his art book, for the last twenty minutes and both Mulder and Scully had become curious.

"THIS!", William held up the sketch pad, for Mulder and Scully to see his artwork.

It was a UFO, with a tiny little Alien in the pilot's seat. They both laughed.

"Will. Honey, are you sleepy?", Scully peered over the coffee table and noticed that William was resting his head on his crossed arms.

"Nope", William shook his head.

"Excuse you?"

"Sorry, Mommy", William gave Scully his best innocent face and then went back to outlining Ishmael's paw on one of the blank pages of his pad.

"I remember that look from Samantha", Mulder quipped, and then looked to the ceiling thoughtfully.

Scully and Mulder cuddled together on the sofa. Mulder kissed the top of Scully's head. Less then ten minutes later, William was fast asleep on the floor and snoring with Ishy next to him.

Mulder pat the back of William's head, ran his hand down is back, feeling the rise and fall of his tiny chest.

"Oof. Don't know how much longer I'll be able to do this, bud. You're growing up", Mulder whispered against his floppy auburn hair.

Mulder reached out his right arm, to brace against the wall before taking the last two steps up to the second level of the Hamptons Style Bungalow.

Mulder carried William up to his bedroom, unlaced his converse sneakers and placed them on the floor, at the foot of the bed. Carefully covering William with the Van Gogh Starry Starry Night bedspread and tucking the edges under him, to keep him warm.

"Love you, Will", Mulder said as he brushed the matted bangs from his sweet, little face and kissed his forehead.

Scully was leaning against the kitchen island, refilled wine glass in hand, when Mulder appeared from around the corner.