All notes disclosed in chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Austin Power's line found in the latter part of the chapter.
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"This place is big!" Cassie exclaimed as they moved through the O'Hara airport.
"Yes, it is. It's also extremely busy," Mulder told her, picking her up mid-stride. She giggled and clutched the tiger he'd given her a little tighter. A three hour flight and she still wouldn't let go of it.
"I can't believe we're here," Dana muttered to his right. Her hand slid into his, her fingers toying with his. "I can't believe I said yes."
"Well, you did and we are. You'll love Chicago. It's a beautiful city."
She gave no answer. She put all her attention into not focusing on the cameramen security was pushing back. She was no longer concerned about them taking pictures of Mulder and her; the whole world knew about them now. She just didn't want them taking pictures of Cassie. It was important to her that Cassie be kept out of the tabloids and all magazines.
But lately, there was something nice about seeing the two of them in a half page glossy picture. It made her a little mad sometimes when her family kept showing her but it was kind of nice, too.
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Smooth hands ran over tanned arms. The arms were only slightly rough. Small fingers ran over veins that slightly protruded. They traced the seemingly delicate back lines of fancy writing. The fingers traced letter for letter. Lips joined in, kissing each letter softly.
"I can't believe you did this," Dana said, incredulous. She kissed his wrists again. "I still can't believe it."
Mulder smiled widely. "Believe it, it's real. I have permanent evidence to prove it." He motioned to his tattoos that were still healing. The same tattoos she couldn't stop looking at.
"I take it that means you definitely like them," he grinned knowingly.
"Yes, I do. They've grown on me."
He pulled her closer, pulling her on top of him for comfort. But her eyes couldn't be moved from his wrists. She still couldn't believe he loved them enough to have their names permanently on him. She never knew writing could be so beautiful.
"Thank you," she whispered her lips dangerously close to his.
"You're very welcome," he matched her tone. "The two of you mean the world to me."
She smiled warmly at him before his lips touched to hers. Everything else just seemed to melt away. Her hands ran over his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. Lips caressed roughly yet gently. Hands groped at various places. Dana took the role of aggressor, a role she noticed she'd been taking on a lot lately, ever since she moved in. She reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to get it off. Cassie had been having nightmares lately, so he wore a shirt for when she typically joined them in bed. That usually meant it was a really bad one. His shirt fell to the floor quickly, allowing her hands to run freely over his muscular chest. Her lips trailed down to his neck, biting gently at a sensitive spot on her way to his clavicle. She grinned at his groan. She suckled there briefly before moving to his chest…
"Mommy," a voice cried from the hallway.
Dana groaned in frustration. She pressed her forehead to his chest, counting to ten before getting up.
"Think she'll be good enough to stay in her own bed tonight?" Mulder wondered, thinking about anything but a jersey clad Dana standing in front of him.
She tossed his shirt to him. "Hopefully. This routine is getting old and she still wont' tell me what her dreams are about."
"Do you have any idea what they're about?"
"Not really. I just hope she gets over them soon. I don't like seeing her scared."
"Mommy," Cassie cried again, a little more desperate.
"I'm coming, Cassie," she called through he door. Turning her attention back to Mulder, she said, "Hopefully I'll be back soon and we can finish this. If not, you'd better calm yourself down a little."
He grinned cheekily at her back while she picked Cassie up and moved towards the far bedroom.
He exhaled sharply. "Okay, Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. Just think about that."
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Mulder smiled to his reflection in the mirror when he heard Cassie's squeals of laughter in the bedroom. Thankfully, Cassie had gone back to sleep last night with no problem. Today, however, she woke early, deciding to wake them both as well. Mulder had immediately thanked whoever for telling him to convince Dana and him to put clothes back on.
"Mulder, Cassie has something she wants to ask you," he heard from Dana.
He appeared in the doorway, his razor still in hand. "Ask away."
Mother and daughter were reclined against the headboard, both settled under the covers. Dana's hair was still ruffled, catching his extended attention. She was brushing Cassie's hair, smoothing it out with her fingers.
"Our first question is what are we doing today?" Dana asked for them both.
"I have a press conference that should last an hour, then I thought we could do some sightseeing. Why? Got something else planned? A hot date?"
"No, just wondering," she laughed.
"What about you, munchkin? What's your question?" he moved closer o them, wiping the rest of the shaving cream off his face. He kneeled down to her level, waiting for her to move to the side of the bed.
"Can I call you daddy?" she asked innocently. Mulder was stunned. He felt as if someone had slapped him.
"Um… if it's okay with your mom," Dana nodded her head, "then yeah, you can. I'd love it if you did.
Cassie jumped up to hug him, causing his heart to constrict a little more.
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Continued in next chapter…..
Next we move on to Thanksgiving.