A/N: Thanks for not hating me. I'm not sure exactly how I want to do this from here on out. I know what I want to put in the story, but as far as timeline and such, I don't know. Bear with me.

Six months later

Mulder rolled his neck as he stepped off the elevator and walked towards the office. It had been a long meeting, and the only good thing about it is that it had eventually ended. If he heard the words "expense reports" one more time, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. He had half a mind to sic a very pregnant and hormonal Scully on them, but he knew it was bad mojo to use your partner as a weapon.

He opened the office door and found her with her head down on her desk. He wasn't sure if he should wake her, or leave the room and let her sleep for a while. She'd been so tired lately, still trying to work a full forty hours, when in reality, she should probably have cut back to twenty. She never complained though, never let him know how she was feeling, good or bad. She kept to herself about the pregnancy, the baby, and any future plans. All he was sure of was her due date and that her brothers were hoping to fly in. It wasn't that she was trying to keep him out of anything. It was just that neither one of them really knew what to do in this situation.

He took his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders, then sat down at his own desk to go over the expense reports. They weren't in the field as much as they had been once, so there weren't as many hoops to jump through. He knew Scully missed the field work, but running and jumping and confronting evil men in dark alleyways was just not an option anymore.

Scully stirred a little and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Something has to be done about this," she muttered.

"I could get you a pillow," Mulder offered with a shrug.

She rolled her eyes and pushed her hair back into place.

"I'm sorry I keep slacking, Mulder."

"It's not slacking. Don't even worry about it. Besides, all those years, you never once fell asleep at your desk. You're just making up for lost time."

She smiled a little and took a deep breath.

"Mulder, can you do something for me?"

"Depends. What do you need?"

"I bought a crib last weekend. But I can't put it together because I can't really bend over or lift anything or perform really any basic functions without having to stop halfway through and... will you help me?"

"Of course I will. Tonight?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

"I can bring dinner too. What are you eating these days?"

"Besides everything? Lots of ice-cream."

"So Thai food?"

"Sure."

He grinned and turned back to his work. Maybe she'd let him in, just a little.

"Hand me that screwdriver?" Mulder asked, holding his hand out. Scully gave him the tool, then repositioned herself for about the twelfth time on the floor. Mulder watched her out of the corner of his eye as he secured the last pieces of the crib together.

"Think it will hold?" she asked, a small smile creeping across her face.

"I hope so. I supposed you could test it out with bags of flour if you're worried."

"Nah, I trust you."

He held his hand out and helped her up from the floor. Her other hand moved to her stomach and she rubbed it gently. He had been noticing her doing that more and more. He just watched her for a while until she noticed his staring.

"Mulder? You okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"Are you sure?" she asked, squeezing the hand she still held.

"Yeah. I just... never mind."

"You can tell me things, Mulder."

"Can you tell me things?"

"Like what?"

"Everything. You're doing this all alone. I know you aren't under obligation to tell me anything, but I... just..."

"I didn't know you wanted to know."

"I do."

"Then ask."

"Do you know what you're having?"

"Yes. A girl."

He smiled as she moved his hand to her stomach. He could feel a slight rippling movement under his fingers.

"She moves a lot," Scully supplied. "Especially when I'm trying to sleep. She knows your voice. Sometimes it wakes her up."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Scully?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you... happy?"

"Despite all the other stuff... yes. I am."

He pulled her close and hugged her, for the first time in months. She still fit right under his chin and he planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"Come on, let's get this crib into the other room."

They parted and he started to pull the crib towards what would soon be the baby's room. He got right in the doorway before he stopped, realizing that they needed about another inch of clearance on either side. They just looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

"Hand me that screwdriver?"

Two hours and quite a lot of cursing (from Mulder) and giggling (from Scully) later, the pair was sitting on the couch, watching old Saturday Night Live reruns. Scully had her feet propped up on the coffee table which was the only comfortable position she could find.

"Hey Scully?

"Yeah?"

"What am I?"

"What do you mean?"

"To the baby. Am I just one of your friends, or crazy uncle Mulder, or that guy with the bad ties?"

"Mulder," she started with a little chuckle. "You're not crazy, and your ties aren't all bad. As for what you'll be to her, I don't know. I haven't thought that far. I suppose that you'll be whatever she wants you to be, and whatever you want to be to her."

"Okay."

"Mulder, you'll be a part of her life. You're a part of mine and you always will be. She is going to be stuck with you whether she likes it or not."

"Thanks," he said, half sarcastic, but mostly sincere. She patted his hand.

"I wish I knew how to do this. I wish there was a guidebook or something so I could figure out how to make it easier."

"Scully, we'll figure things out. As long as she's happy and healthy, that's really all that matters, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is."

"Scully, are you sure you're dealing with everything okay?"

"I had to pull emotions out of it for a while, but yeah. I'm okay."

"Because you can talk to me if you want."

"I know. I've always known."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and kept his hand closed around hers. Maybe not always, but for now, everything would be okay.