Fox furrows his brow, and drinks in the scene as his soulmate sits next to him. Silence falls between them. Time passes, and soon Scully is reclined in her seat with Charlotte asleep on her chest.
"You thought it would be easier, now that we're a hundred years old, didn't you?"
"I'm not a fool. I know you're not much wiser than you were then," she jests.
"Where in the hell are we, by the way? This has a very Mulder-esque vibe to it."
"This is my cabin."
He furrows his brow, "This is where you abscond to when you won't tell anyone where you're going?"
"Yes, but it's mine."
"You own this little piece of paradise?"
"Before you get any wild ideas I just want you to know that this location is Big Foot free. Also there are no UFO's, and all snipe hunting has been wildly unsuccessful here."
"The guy at the gas station mentioned it was Turkey season."
"Have you ever field dressed a turkey?"
"I can't say as I have. Have you?"
"I wouldn't recommend it."
"Scully what happened yesterday that made you retreat to the woods? Was it our little baby bird chirping mama?"
"No," she answers as he softly touches her cheek with his fingers.
"Did something happen at your appointment yesterday?"
"Do you remember when we talked to Dr. Hunter about conceiving Charlotte?"
"She said that the likelihood we would succeed was next to zero, but that if we were insistent on trying he would recommend given your history that our best chance was to use a donor egg. Why are you bringing it up? Does she now want to use our miracle baby as a success story?"
"No."
"She reminded you for the three hundredth time that you could have medication if you felt it necessary."
"Our conversation had a very different tone yesterday. She suggested that I consider weaning Charlotte."
"Why?"
"She was not particularly happy with my electrolytes. She is concerned I am not taking enough in."
"Charlotte looks plenty healthy to me."
"She's worried that I am putting too much strain on my body."
"Why is she concerned about that all of a sudden? I know that you've had to reschedule a few times, but…"
"It's been a while since I've seen her."
"You're really starting to concern me."
"Everything I do concerns me these days."
"Dana, whatever it is, we'll deal with it. Is it cancer?"
She exhales realizing his mind has gone to his own version of worst case scenario. "No," she answers quickly.
"A brain eating amoeba?"
"It is what I would consider a symbiotic creature at this point, but no."
"You've lost me."
"Apparently it is quite possible that my mood has not improved because of physical stress."
"Are you injured? Scully I have no clue what you're referring to."
"Nature hasn't seemed to receive the memo it was sent about my ability to procreate."
"What?!"
"I'm pregnant."
He leans back and shakes his head for a moment before he begins laughing hysterically. Luckily their daughter is a delightfully hard sleeper, as he rolls off onto the floor with a thud against the coffee table. After several seconds he pushes himself off the floor, and smooths his pants as he sits down.
"Why is it that every time we try to have a serious conversation one of two things happens? You say something wildly hysterical, or you try to seduce me, Scully?"
"Pass the nasal spray is hardly a come on," she reminds him.
"And in that instance it felt like you were trying both. I mean you gave me that look, and…"
"I think the nasal spray is what got us here in the first place," she responds.
He furrows his brow, "To this cabin deep in the mountains of West Virginia?"
"Having this conversation."
"About comedy, and seduction? If you're trying to use humor to seduce me I think we both know it takes very little."
"Your child is drooling all over me. Do you really think I'm trying to seduce you right now with my wit?"
"Why would you say something completely ridiculous? Are you trying to send me into some sort of brain warp? You lure me into the woods, and then you ply me with a hint of conspiracy. If I didn't know you a little better I would think you were trying to get rid of me, or something."
"Fox! Be serious, please!"
"Your appointment did not go as planned," he recalls.
"Yes."
"Which is why you are the one who ran into the woods following a flashlight beam?"
"I came into the woods because I am having an existential crisis."
"Continue," he nods in understanding.
"Because of the baby."
"She has a name you know. Perhaps you should lay her down. I'm not sure she needs to hear her associated name involved with the existential crisis you're experiencing."
Scully rolls her eyes, and peels herself off the couch. She carefully nests Charlotte in the middle of the bed in the other room, with a wall of pillows surrounding her. She returns to her seat on the couch. Mulder slides down, and she entraps him with her legs.
"Now that you've got me right where you want me have your way with me," he teases.
She places her hands on either side of his face. She turns it in his direction until his eyes lock with hers. He offers her a devilish grin.
"I am pregnant," she says flatly as she stares at him with sky blue eyes.
"Oh."
"Based on scientific exploration the pass me the nasal spray incident is very likely at fault."
He furrows his brow, "That was months ago."
"Yes, Mulder, I know."
"Like four months ago," he calculates.
"Five," she corrects him.
"That is half-baked."
"Yes."
"How in the Hell is that even possible?"