A/N: Well, someone requested anything with their kids, here you go :) Just a night together as a family. I apologize if it's OOC, I'm really bad at writing family fics.

X Files doesn't belong to me.

Mulder sang softly to a baby who sat on his chest, supported by his hands. She was only nine months old, but she was beautiful, all wide brown eyes and bubbling smiles.

Scully decided to adopt a child, this one especially because when she saw her there was something about her that struck her, holding onto her heart and not letting it go. She talked it over with Mulder, practically begging him to let her; she knew that the emptiness of William being gone would never truly disappear, but perhaps this child could be theirs-could fill the emptiness, someone that needed love, love that they could give her. Her mother was young and couldn't support her, so one day, when all the paperwork was filled out and she was confident about it, she adopted a little girl, barely a week old. Scully cried tears of joy when she first held the girl in her arms, and just seeing how beautifully happy she was, Mulder cried too.

The girl was named Emily, in remembrance of Emily Sim. She had been fussy all night because of teething, drool glistening on her chin. Mulder couldn't sleep, so he let Scully go to bed while he rocked and sang to the baby. She chewed on her fingers and made little noises, despite Mulder hushing her.

"See the pretty girl in the bed next to us?" he whispered. "Well, you probably know she's your mommy, and she's tired. She wants to sleep. So let's be really quiet, okay?"

The baby responded with an even louder babble. Scully made a little noise and turned over to face them. "She doing okay?" she asked.

"Did we wake you up? I'm sorry," Mulder replied.

"Mm, I'm fine," she snuggled up to him and smiled at her daughter. "How're you, sweetie?" Emily gnawed on her fingers some more. "Okay, you can do that." Scully said. She kissed Mulder's cheek. "And how's Emily's daddy?"

"I'm good," he replied with a soft smile.

"Are you tired, too? I can take her..."

"Nah, I'm fine. You just go back to sleep, you've got work tomorrow."

She groaned, "Oh, don't remind me. I just wanna stay in bed with you two all day."

"Me, too," Mulder agreed, leaning in for a kiss. The baby giggled when their lips met, and Scully broke it off and laughed too. "Silly girl," she sighed, taking the baby in her arms. "Oh, you're getting heavy," she joked. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you." she kissed at the baby's cheeks for awhile, then just held her to her chest.

"How come you can get her to relax, but I can't?" he asked, pouting.

"Maybe it's a mommy thing," she teased. "You think I can put her in the crib without disturbing her?"

"Nonono, lemme do it. You stay right here, honey," he kissed the side of her mouth and took Emily, placing her in her crib. She smiled. He only called her 'honey' in these affectionate moments, in the late hours of the night where they were both sleepy and feeling especially in love. At first the idea of anyone calling her 'honey' borderline nauseated her, now she loved the warm way he said it, the way it made her blush.

"I think she's going to sleep," Mulder murmured, crawling back into bed. "Finally."

"Oh, good. Thank you for staying up with her." Scully closed her eyes.

"You need to sleep, too." he said. "Roll over, I'll give you a backrub."

She sighed and rolled over. "Oh, God, thank you, Mulder," she breathed as he began to massage the tired muscles of her back. "But you need rest, too."

"I'll get some, don't worry about me." he continued the rest of her backrub in silence and she melted into him when he wraps her up in his arms.

"I'm always gonna worry about you, end of story. I'm supposed to be worrisome, I'm a mommy now." she replied. "Goodnight, Mulder."

"Goodnight, Scully."

It wasn't too long before her breathing became steady and she was clearly asleep. He was starting to feel pretty tired himself. He spent his days with the baby and his nights with her mother, and he was really starting to feel happy again. Nothing was perfect, nothing would ever be perfect, and he grew to accept that. It was difficult; knowing that things would never be the same, but they had settled into something he never could've dreamed up years ago. Something more wonderful than he could think up. And that was amazing. Not perfect. But that didn't really matter.

He was just about to finally drift off when the baby began to fuss again. All he could do was groan.

A/N: Forgive the gooeyness! Also, I'm not sure if Mulder and Scully would actually be able to adopt a child, having gone into hiding and stuff, but in IWTB she works at the hospital under her real name...idk, maybe I got it messed up. I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning when I just couldn't sleep, so if it's extra sappy or bad, I guess you could blame it on that. Keep sending in requests!

-Lulamae