A/N: So this is the last big twist, I promise. Love it or hate it. I love it. I love conflict and angst so this to me is just... well I might be biased.

Mulder was sure that Scully would have been pacing if that wasn't such a dead give-away that something was wrong. She was biting her bottom lip and shooting glances at him every few minutes. He knew she wanted to say something, but he wasn't going to give her the easy way out. She was going to have to do this on her own.

When they came back from lunch, he shut the door behind them and made sure his body language remained open and understanding. That must have done the trick, because Scully came and perched on the edge of his desk, her hands clasped tightly together.

"Mulder, I need to talk to you about something."

"Go ahead."

"You're going to think I'm crazy."

"Scully, look who you're talking to. I don't think anything you say could make me think you're crazy."

"Mulder... I want you to just keep your mind open about this. I know your inclination will be to disagree with me, but I want you to hear all the evidence first."

"Okay, that's fair."

"I think... that even though it's supposed to be impossible, Mulder, I think I'm pregnant."

He just stared at her for a long time, wondering if this was a psychological break.

"I knew you would make that face."

"Scully, it's not that I don't believe you. I just... I thought you couldn't..."

"I know. There's something I never told you."

"What?"

"All those women, they told me that I would be barren. All the files we had said the same thing. But Mulder, in what was most probably the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life, I never went to the doctor."

"I thought you said you had."

"I couldn't. It was too final. If I just ignored it... it was much easier to deal with if I had that little chance that maybe it wasn't true. I know that doesn't seem like me. I know I have to have all the evidence, but in that instance, I just couldn't do it."

"So all this time, we've been wrong."

"I think so."

"Scully, what makes you think that... you're pregnant?"

"I have all the symptoms. Trouble sleeping, water retention, late cycle, morning sickness, headaches, mood swings. I know that it could be attributed to stress or depression, but Mulder, all of it together? What are the odds of that?"

"If you are... the baby, it would be... I mean, the father..."

"It would be Gavin. I'm trying not to think about that."

He reached over for her hands and found that they were freezing cold.

"Decreased circulation too," she added, lifting her eyes to meet his.

"Do you have a doctor's appointment?"

"No. I don't want a stranger to tell me. I bought a test. I'm going to take it tonight."

"How accurate would it be?"

"Six weeks along... it would be fairly accurate."

"Scully, do you want it to be positive?"

"I don't know."

It was the longest three minutes of his life. Scully had disappeared behind the bathroom door and he had to just sit here and wait. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if she was really pregnant. Besides all of the ramifications of it being Gavin's child, she would have to consider being a single parent. He knew she wanted to be a mother, but the way this happened... could she accept that? Could she deal with the hardships of being alone, being mom and dad? He was sure she could, but he might have to convince her of that.

And what about Gavin? What about the emotions that went with raising the child of your attacker? He wanted to just forget about those obstacles until they showed up, but he couldn't. They were too prominent. They couldn't be ignored.

The bathroom door squeaked open and Scully stepped out. For the first time since he had met her, he couldn't read her face. It was an expression he had never seen before. He crossed the room to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She didn't say anything, or even move for a long time.

"Scully?"

She just nodded. That was all the confirmation he needed.

Scully was going to be a mom.