A/N: Kinda short this time. Enjoy.

Over the past three months, they had fallen into a comfortable routine. Scully worked in the mornings, leaving Weslynn with her mom. When Mulder got off of work, he dropped by Scully's for a while, usually staying for dinner, sometimes later than that. It seemed that Weslynn grew and changed every day, and he didn't want to miss anything.

He walked in the door and found Scully in the living room, the phone in one hand, and a slobbery Weslynn in the other.

"Hey," he whispered, not wanting to disturb her phone call. She smiled at him and passed Weslynn to him.

"Hey Lynnie," he said, kissing her cheek. "I missed you today."

She kicked her legs and drooled in response.

"Have you learned to roll over yet, Chubbles?" he asked, settling down on the ground with her. She just laid there next to him her face set in firm determination as she kicked her right leg and tried to roll over. She fussed after a little while, and he moved her to her stomach. She was a pro at rolling over to her back. He grinned as she showed off her skills and stuck her chubby fist in her mouth.

"I think you should stop growing so fast, Lynnie."

She burbled back at him as Scully sat down on the couch, a long sigh escaping her lips.

"What's the matter?"

"Bill's going to be in town next week for some conference or something. He wants to stay here."

"Oh."

"I didn't know what to tell him."

"Well, if you guys are getting along alright."

"Yeah, we are. It's just... he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand anything. We don't fight, but I know he doesn't like how things turned out."

"Did he not want you to keep her?"

"No, it's not that. I'm not sure exactly what he wants from me. Maybe he just wishes it was easier or something, but it gets old after a while."

He reached up and patted her knee gently.

"Well, I know it may not help much, but sitting right here are two people who will never second guess you."

She grinned.

"Well, Wes might. About the time she turns thirteen."

"Enjoy this while it lasts."

"Yeah."

They fell into silence and he could hear her shifting around on the couch.

"Tired?"

"Yeah. She doesn't take an afternoon nap anymore. Which means I don't either."

He rolled his eyes as he looked up at her.

"What? I got used to them."

He smiled and lifted Weslynn into his lap, kissing her cheek gently. She let out a little baby sigh and settled her head into the crook of his neck. He rubbed her back and the three of them sat in silence for a while.

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I did the right thing? Keeping her? Making her grow up without a father?"

"Scully, don't."

"I have to wonder, Mulder. What if she grows up always feeling like I didn't give her enough, like I failed her somehow? I don't want that for her."

"Scully, stop. She is going to be just fine. You love her. I love her. Your family loves her. She'll know that. It's going to be okay."

"I just worry."

"That's because you're a mom. You're going to be worried for the rest of her life."

"Thanks for the encouragement."

He chuckled and stood up from the floor, handing Weslynn to her.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to make dinner. You get some rest."

"But-"

"Hey," he said, motioning to her now sleeping daughter. "You're supposed to sleep when she sleeps. Go for it."

She smiled as he leaned down and kissed each of their cheeks.

"Thanks, Mulder."

He rocked the chair slowly, not wanting the creaking noise to disturb the baby in his arms. Weslynn drank the bottle greedily, her legs kicking a little every few minutes. He loved this time of night with her. Quiet and calm, after her bath she was warm and cuddly and smelled like lavender. She watched him closely as she finished her bottle, her eyes locking on his before they drooped closed. He kissed her forehead and stood from the chair, crossing the room to her crib.

"Is she out?" Scully whispered from the doorway.

"Yeah."

Scully walked towards them leaning down to kiss Weslynn's sleep-sagged cheeks. Mulder settled the baby into the crib and they both slipped from the room.

"Scully?" Mulder asked as they moved into the living room.

"Yeah?"

"You're a good mother. You know that, right?"

"I think I do."

He pulled her into a hug, kissing the crown of her head.

"You are, Scully. Don't ever doubt that. Ever."

She nodded against his chest.

"Thank you."

"I'm going to go. See you on Monday."

"Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll always be around, right?"

"Try to get rid of me."

She grinned.

"Goodnight, Mulder."

"Night."