The older they got, the more complicated it had become to have sex in unusual places, places that were not a bed. In the beginning of their sexual relationship they had often had sex in the car, due to the amount of time they had spent in there. Every now and then they had needed to release some tension on the road. They'd had sex in the shower, in the bathtub, on the couch, on the kitchen counter or just simply on the floor, if they hadn't made it to bed anymore. Once they'd done it in a swimming pool in a Californian hotel, in the middle of the night. But that had been an absolute exception, as having sex in public places was mostly not quite hygienic and thus not on their agenda. The time between their FBI years and their first case outside the FBI had been exciting, too. They'd moved from motel to motel, the car had been their second home. Sex had been their favourite hobby and they had needed loads of it, since they'd been under an enormous amount of stress and often started fighting about everything and nothing. The farmhouse they'd gotten helped them settling down, the job that Scully got helped with their stress of being with each other every day and every minute. They were used to each other, they'd spent a lot of time together during all these years, but not every single minute. And slowly their physical need for each other had arranged itself – not decreased, they had simply gotten used to sleeping with each other – and their age had risen, they'd become more used to the fact that they were living together and in an official relationship. And one day Scully had noticed that the intervals between their intimate sessions had risen as well. It had been a day, at first. Then two. Then three. And suddenly they'd slept with each other twice a month, three times maximum. It wasn't bad though and Scully blamed it on the stress, after all her hospital work often took the last of her nerve. But she knew that something was wrong between them when one day in 2012, Mulder had pulled out of her without having reached his peak. This had probably been the beginning of his problems. His head had been too full to shut it off and be able to make love and Scully had not reacted to it. She still cursed herself sometimes, knowing that she could have helped him way earlier. Perhaps a separation wouldn't have been necessary, if she had seen the early signs.

Scully remembered the day she had decided to leave him very well. She'd woken up alone in her bed, not for the first time, but the first time it really bothered her. She had felt incredibly alone and craved for his touch. She had looked for him completely naked, hoping to seduce him. Three weeks of no sex was enough for her. She'd found him in his office – where else? – staring, just staring into thin air. She had moved towards him, sat down on his lap. "Good morning," she had whispered and he had looked at her. His eyes had been empty, tired.

"You're naked," he'd remarked.

"Mhh, I am," she had whispered and started kissing his neck. She would've loved to kiss his jaw or lips but he had a beard again and it was scratchy.

"Get dressed, Scully," he had told her lowly and Scully had pulled back.

"You don't want me anymore," she had stated and though it had hurt her to no end, her voice had sounded strong. "You don't love me anymore, you don't think of me as hot anymore. Am I right?"

"No," he had replied. A simple no.

"Then what's wrong with you?"

No reply.

"Mulder, I'm going to leave you," she had whispered after a few painful minutes of silence. She had not wanted to take this step but she had realised that it was necessary. For herself. "I'm going to leave you, if you don't talk to me. If you don't touch me, if you don't kiss me and tell me you still love me." She had been sure that this would break his silence. But nothing. She had inhaled, bit back her tears. "I mean it. I'm talking about a breakup. And this time it will be final."

"I know." A reaction, two words. He had moved, he had spoken – but his voice had been unaffected. Indifferent.

"I'll be gone by this evening," she'd tried, desperately, but Mulder had not reacted. Only a small "Okay" had escaped his lips after more painful minutes and Scully had gotten off his lap and left the room, sobbing heartbreakingly and not even trying to hide it. He should hear how much he had hurt her. And she had kept her word. If he had come to bed that night, he had found it empty. Scully had packed her things in no time and moved to her mother's place. She had called her mother on the way, not wanting to risk him hearing her desperate voice when she asked her mother if she could move in with her.

Margaret Scully had been wonderful. She had not asked question, simply had let her cry while holding her in her arms.

But all of that had been five years ago, everything was in the past now. The present was now and the present was Mulder getting treatment for his depression. The present was Scully being pregnant. And the present was Mulder in the driver's seat while Scully moved up and down his length with her legs uncomfortably set down left and right of him.

"This used to be easier," she breathed while she leant back.

Mulder chuckled. "I think we're doing great. You are so hot, Scully, fuck."

"So are you," she whispered back while pressing a hand on his chest. "This position could be more comfortable, for real."

"I quite enjoy it," Mulder teased and grabbed her ass, pulling her more against him.

"Yeah, I get it. Damn, I wish I was as bendable as back in the days."

He grinned. "You're still bendable – oh, my – Scully –"

Her back was pressing against the steering wheel and it didn't feel as good as she remembered. But as she looked down at Mulder, she saw the pleasure and love in his eyes and moved her hips a bit more, just slightly, but she knew it would drive him crazy. And it did, only seconds later he exploded inside her. She fell against him, kissed his shoulder, while he grabbed her waist and pushed his fingers into her skin. He was having one hell of an orgasm and Scully enjoyed it. She loved riding him, enjoyed his moans when he came because of her around him.

He was panting, once he was done. "Scully … I love you so much … at home … I will show you properly … fuck, I will make you come so often, you'll forget … what was our record?"

"I think eight times."

"I'll make you come nine times then," he mumbled. "I'm so in love with you, so fucking much. Thank you, Scully."

"What for?"

"You know."

She smiled. Yes, she knew.

She was talking to the baby a lot. Mostly when she was alone but sometimes also when he was with her. She knew that Mulder loved watching how she talked to the baby. She called their daughter Felix, but also "Hope" and "Faith", two female names that meant something to both of them. Mulder's head would always perk up, once she called the baby either of these names. She had decided for a name already, though. She'd known the second that Dr. Hill had told her about the baby's gender, but she would not reveal it to anybody until she held their daughter in her arms.

"You have to talk to our child as well," she said a few days later, while she was lying on the couch, caressing her stomach and whispering to the bump.

"Will it answer me?" Mulder joked. He remembered it from last time. She'd been very pregnant, so much that he wondered how she could still move. She'd looked incredible. Beautiful. Gorgeous. And though he had not dared to sleep with her nor even kiss her, he had fallen on his knees every night, kissed her pregnant belly and mumbled "I love you and your mother so much".

This time he wouldn't leave.

He lay down on the couch, right next to Scully, and placed his face on her chest. As she inhaled softly, he lifted his head up. "Sorry," he said, remembering how she always said how sore her breasts were. He moved his face lower, while travelling his fingers across her abdomen. He loved this cute little bump. She was thin, so it was undoubtedly visible, but she still looked as if she had just eaten too much. "Hey, baby," he spoke gently. "It's your father. At least I think I'm your father."

"You are," Scully replied dryly.

"Your mother says I am, so I believe her. I mean, I believed her too, last time." He chuckled as she groaned. "Baby, I can't wait to see you. Hold you. I love you so much and I love your mother more than anything. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

"Mulder."

"No, it's true. Don't you ever think anything else, baby."

They continued like this for a while. Mulder on her, caressing her belly, while Scully's fingers moved through his hair. But at one point she picked up her book and glasses from the coffee table, flipped it open and started reading. That was when he told her.

"I started writing a book, Scully."

"What? A book?" Scully closed her book again and took off her glasses. Her soon to be husband got off of her, let himself fall next to her and nodded.

"I started it yesterday and I'm already six pages in."

"That's amazing! What's it about? No, let me guess." Scully scans him. "Aliens."

"Partly correct. It's about a man, Bob Holder, who's investigating supernatural events for a living. So one day he meets this beautiful forensic, Dina Sully –"

He couldn't go on. Scully was laughing and boy, was she laughing. Her whole body was shaking and she had to dry the tears in her eyes. "Bob Holder and Dina Sully? Those are the worst names I've ever heard. Can't you go with, I don't know, Toby and Anna? Jamie and Katherine? Something … normal?"

"Katherine is actually good, Scully. Why haven't I thought about this before? Our second names – Kathy and Bill?"

"Kathy and Bill," Scully sighed, glad that she had steered him away from Bob and Dina so quickly. "So, Kathy is a sceptic, right?"

"Exactly. But he manages to convince her after all –"

"In your dreams, Bob."

"And they start hunting the supernatural together."

"Sounds nice. Will they fall in love?"

"Hell, yes, they will."

"And they'll be together?"

"Of course."

She raised her brows at him. "After seven years?"

"Mhh, maybe after seven months."

Scully chuckled softly. "Go on. Tell me about Bill and Kathy. How will they declare their love for each other?"

"It just happens. Maybe they've always known that they belong together. From the beginning they've known."

"Is Kathy going to be abducted?"

"I'm not sure. Do you think it's a good idea?"

Scully looked at her partner. "It's going to be a science-fiction book, right?"

"Yes."

"Then yes. Let the aliens take her and make Bill realise how much he needs her."

"All right, sounds good." Mulder grinned at his partner. "Also she is having an affair with Bill's boss before she gets involved with Bill."

"Really? His boss?" Scully shook her head. "Is his last name by any chance … uh … Kinner?"

"How did you know?"

"I guess I just know you too well." Scully sighed. "Please don't do this to Kathy. She only loves Bill. She wants to be involved with him only."

"All right, then." Mulder brings his lips to Scully's temple.

"Will they have a baby?" she whispered, eyes closed.

"In the end they will, yes. A baby boy. And nothing will happen to him, he will be healthy and grow up in peace with his loving parents. And they'll be happy until the end of their days."

"Sounds wonderful," Scully sighed.

Mulder closed her arms around her. "You hate the idea."

"Not at all. It's just … if you're going to write about our life, old wounds could be opened. Samantha, for example. Your father. My father. Melissa. My abduction and what they did to me. The cancer, if you wanted to include that. Pfaster and what he did to me. Your abduction. Your death. Your sister, again, because you still miss her as much as I miss my sister."

"I'm not going to include all of that. My death, like really, who would ever believe that someone could return from the dead? Bill ain't Jesus."

She raised a brow at him. "Oh, but you are?"

"Didn't say that. However …" He pointed at Scully's belly. "Another miracle baby."

She laughed and shook her head. "So what's the plot going to be? There has to be a main plot, Mulder. It cannot be just like our lives. No one would believe that, it would be too crazy." She laughed gently. "Too spooky."

"Yes, I know. I thought about killer bees."

"Mulder, no."

"Bees that sting and infect you with a virus that turns you into an extraterrestrial being? Come on, that's pretty neat. And it's the truth, though nobody knows about it."

"If you say so." She sighed. "But, Mulder – bees. They're vanishing from the planet and you want to make them our enemies."

"Fine, then wasps," he countered. "Or spiders. Cats."

"No, wasps sounds good," she chuckled. "Cats. You're crazy. Please tell me more about Kathy. What's her hair colour?"

"Hm, I thought she could be blonde."

"Blonde?"

"Yes, why not?"

"Why on earth did I ask?" Scully groaned and returned her attention to her book. "And here I thought that she was based on me."

"She is but not completely," her partner retorted and leaned in. "Her character is based on yours but I'm not going to describe her beautiful face, beautiful body and incredibly beautiful copper coloured hair in the book, because that is something that only I want to see in real life. If Bill would describe Kathy's gorgeous freckles, they wouldn't belong to my eyes only anymore. Do you get what I mean?"

It made sense in a weird Mulder way. "I think so."

Mulder smiled and touched her lips with his. Kissing her gently and innocently was one of his favourite things to do. Scully pulled back after a while, looking at him with dark blue eyes.

"I think it's wonderful," she said lowly. "You, writing a book. It's a wonderful idea and I can't wait to read it."

Mulder wrapped his arms around her and brought her close. "I want to finish it by the time Felix or Hope will be here. And I want to dedicate it to them. And to you." He kissed her temple and then her cheek. And close to her ear he mumbled: "This is for my wife, Dana Katherine Scully, without whom I wouldn't be who I am. I love her more than anything."

She shuddered. Wife. Only a few hours left and she'd be his wife.