This is me fulfilling a promise i made to someone, i never break promises and so here's me popping out of retirement for a hot second to post this for them. It's the xfiles inspired chapter of the nerd and the cheerleader and what comes next for them. It's a weird write, i've been in a weird headspace, so who knows if it's good. Again thanks to WritingSux for playing along with me on this one and i hope you all read those fantastic stories by that author. I hope you all enjoy this and are enjoying the new book Devil's in the Details! toodle loo! until next time!

January – 2016

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Tamsin burst through the front door, throwing her gear bag on the pile of shoes I just organized. "Did I miss any of it?"

I frowned at the blonde whirling dervish, "No. The stupid football playoffs are taking forever." I folded my arms across my chest, scrunching up the brand new X-files t-shirt my wife bought me last week. "I'm so annoyed by professional sports right now."

Tamsin ran around the couch, sans uniform pants, and stood in front of the large tv. "I don't understand football. It just ruins things, important things." She sighed heavily, "I rushed out of work for nothing."

I rolled my eyes again. "I know." I waved my hand at her, "Go change, or at least put some damn pants on." I grabbed my phone, reading a message from Bo telling me she was on her way home. "Bo is on her way back. She'll ban you from the house if she catches you half naked again."

Tamsin giggled, rolling her eyes, "Pfftt, no she won't. Especially after I ran over here pants free that one day to help her put out the great pot roast fire of 2015." My best friend slugged my shoulder as she climbed over the back of the couch, digging in her bag to pull out those god forsaken Celtic sweats and her own brand new X-files shirt Bo also got her. Tamsin spoke while she changed behind me, "So are things going in the land of house hunting and baby making?"

I frowned, throwing a pillow at the blonde. "Can we not talk about either of those topics?" I sighed heavily and scooted further down into the couch. Bo and I had been looking at moving out of the city in the next two years, and back near our hometown. I wanted to move out of our townhouse and into a larger home that was out of the city, I was getting tired of Boston after being a police officer for so many years. I wanted peace, quiet, and a reprieve from endless sirens. Bo wanted to start expanding our family to go with buying a bigger home. I agreed with a big grin when Bo suggested having kids over Chinese after our high school reunion. Something about reliving our younger years, sparked her biological clock running and I couldn't have been happier thinking about having kids with my wife.

So, we set up fetility doctor appointments the next day. Bo wanted to carry first since she was a little bit older, and I was beyond excited to expand our love.

Then the problems arose. Getting pregnant the scientific way was a struggle. Bo had her eggs harvested and we tried to get pregnant right before my birthday, but things didn't take and we didn't have success on the first try. We tried a second, a third and a fourth time, all of them not working out and I was doubting whether it was a good idea for to keep trying, I couldn't handle the heartbreak of watching Bo cry when the tests all came back negative. I was secretly debating going in and getting tested to see if I was ready to be pregnant, then just have Bo's eggs implanted in me.

"Yo, you spaced out hard, what's wrong?" Tamsin plopped down next to me, reaching for the bag of chips I had in my lap.

I scowled at her, "Do you act like this around your future husband?"

Tamsin chuckled, nodding, "Yup, it's exactly why Freddy proposed to me, he loves me carefree ways." She nudged me, "Quit side skirting the issue, what is it? You and Bo have seem less than shiny happy people since Christmas came and the parent squad interrogated you about when there'll be little nerds and cheerleaders pitter pattering around the house."

"It's this whole getting pregnant thing. Who knew it would be so difficult?" I pushed my glasses up, "Bo and I have been bickering every time she comes home from an appointment, she retreats to the art room and I can't get her out for hours." I shrugged, "Maybe I should get her a puppy or something." I looked down at the front of my shirt, "I hate thinking that we're not meant to have kids. Bo would be an incredible mom."

"And you'd be an incredible dad." Tamsin laughed, shoving another handful of chips in her mouth. "I'm kidding, maybe. I mean you do know how to change a transmission on a car and lay down hardwood floors."

I shook my head, "You're a big help, Tams." I leaned my head against the back of the couch. "Things are stressful and Bo has been coming home late. Her new job has better hours, but I think she's losing herself in work to avoid dealing with the heartbreak. I'm scared she'll slip back and that I'm no help working long hours." I paused, turning to look at my best friend, "I've also been thinking about maybe I should just do it. Get pregnant and shit." I shrugged again.

Tamsin sighed, looking at me with her big green eyes. "Even after you almost gagged and barfed watching those videos with Bo? Then there's the fact you always complain how when you see the babies move in a mom's stomach, it immediately makes you think of aliens. Then there's the other small fact that you've been freaked out about pregnancy since Scully got pregnant in the one episode and had that weird pump thing on her stomach." She shook her head, looking in the bag of chips. "You must love Bo to overcome some of your strangest fears."

I smiled softly, "I do. She wants a family and I will do whatever I can to give it to her." I saw my phone blink with a text from her. "She's my Scully and I will gestate a child for her." I swiped the screen and frowned lightly when I read the message. "Goddamit. She's going to be late, something about having to stop and get something. That new fucking boss of hers has her out running bullshit errands lately."

"I don't think anything about the great Anneliese Keating is bullshit." Tamsin yawned, "But I have noticed Bo coming home later than normal from my creeper spot in the living room. You should probably talk to her about that, see if she's cheating on you with whatever crackpot defense case Keating has." She plopped the now empty chip bag on my lap, "I still can't believe the Spanish wonder convinced Bo to move over to the firm with her. Bo was all about public defending."

I frowned, crumpling up the bag, "You eat like a horse, go get a new bag." I threw the ball at Tamsin's head, "Bo was all about public defending and still is, but after that one crackhead tried to attack her in the middle of his trial, we both agreed it was time to move into private practice." I grit my teeth at the memory of her coming home, falling apart into my arms and telling me what happened. I almost went downtown and quit her job for her, but Tamsin stopped me. She convinced me it was best if Bo did it on her own will, that I couldn't always be her superman, it wouldn't help her in the long run. I hesitantly agreed and was thankful when Bo came to the station the next day at lunch, showing me her resignation letter. After that, she went to Keating's firm, starting out as a research counsel for a few months until Keating moved her to co-counsel.

Tamsin slid off the couch, tramping to the kitchen, "I still don't understand why you two just don't quit adulating and go live on a island. You have more money than my dad now and I have no fucking clue why you both continue to work for the city for shit pay. Go be wine farmers or cheese herders. Do something somewhere fancy and warm, so I can visit and take extended vacations."

I rolled my eyes, "You know why." I returned to staring at the stupid football game dragging on, suddenly thinking about taking Tamsin's advice and running away from the real world. Bo and I could quit our jobs and be lazy. Maybe it would help Bo's stress levels and help her body get ready for a little one. I chewed my bottom lip, slowly formulating an idea for an extended forced vacation. "Can you bring over the cookies too?" I smiled at Tamsin, giving me a dirty look as her arms were already overloaded, "Then you can tell me all about your wedding plans."

Tamsin huffed, grabbing the box of cookies and whipping them towards me on the couch. "There aren't any wedding plans. We're all going to Fiji in the fall, Freddy and I are getting hitched on the beach with you and the wife as witnesses. There, all planned out." She dropped the fifty pounds of snacks on the coffee table before flopping back on to the couch. "This fucking football game needs to be over before I lose my fucking shit. I need my Mulder fix, it's been twenty years since I saw his hotness and I need it."

I laughed, "When did we get to be such old nerds?"

Tamsin gave me a dirty look, "I'm not old, you're old." She threw her feet up on the edge of the table, "You're old and married with a wife who hopefully isn't cheating on you with work, or that gross Frank dude she works with."

I spun my head around, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I felt my unfounded fear and jealousy spike. I had met Frank and saw the way her interacted with my wife. "You have to bring that up, you know how I get when guys with beards look at Bo." I clenched my jaw, immediately thinking of one particular bearded bastard.

"I'm sorry, Lauren. I'm cranky, this stupid sports shit is making me angry and I'm borderline hangry." She squeezed my shoulder, "Bo would never cheat on you, because she knows that I know how to dispose of a body."

I rolled my eyes at Tamsin's stupid smirk, "You're a creep." I shoved her back, pointing at the screen, "Oh shit, it looks like they're finally wrapping it up."

Tamsin suddenly sat forward with me as the football faded off screen and was replaced by Mulder and Scully. We were quickly transported back twenty years ago, sitting next to each other like we used to when we were innocent teenagers, excited to know how Mulder would prove the truth to Scully this week. Simple things instead of buying a new house, struggling with pregnancy issues and worries of what my wife might actually be doing coming home so late from work.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and fell into the show, letting it pull me from reality and stop thinking for an hour.

Tamsin and I were so engrossed in the episode, we didn't hear Bo come home. I barely noticed her walking past us, laughing and shaking her head as she headed to our bedroom to change, coming back downstairs in her pajama pants and one of my very old x-files shirts.

I didn't notice her until she slid onto the couch next to me, kissing me softly on the cheek, whispering, "I still worry you're going to leave me for Scully one day."

I couldn't help the stupid grin from forming. I sighed and opened my arms for my wife to sneak in and cuddle up against me. All of the stress and strange fears of the conversation Tamsin and I had, disappeared. I kissed Bo on the lips and thought harder about putting the plan of leaving our adult lives behind, into effect as soon as possible. "Let's see how these six episodes go." I giggled when she poked me in the ribs, Tamsin shushing us to shut the fuck up as the commercials ended.

Bo laid against me, half paying attention to the television, spending most of her attention looking at me and the small blue box that had appeared in the middle of the strewn about snack food. When another commercial came on, Tamsin stood up, cursing in excitement about how good it was to have the show back and that she needed more fucking cheese. I looked down at Bo, "How are you feeling today? You look tired."

Bo smiled at me, nodding, "I am, but it's for good reason." She scooted up to sit facing me, her eyes drifting to the blue box. "I…I um, I have to tell you something Lauren, the truth about why I've been working late." She met my eyes, biting her bottom lip, "It kind of has nothing to do with work."

I felt my jaw tighten as Tamsin whispered a soft, "Fucking beards."

I swallowed hard, "Whatever it is, don't hold back." I glanced at my wife, wearing my clothes and I felt a rush of panic swim over me. "I love you, Bo."

Bo smiled sheepishly, looking down at her fidgeting hands. "I hate lying to you and hiding things, but I just wanted to do this, try it without you knowing. I mean it's something I always wanted to do, and we tried, but I just felt maybe one last time." She blew out a slow breath, her eyes shifting to the ceiling, "I love you so much, Lauren. I was just scared it wasn't going to work out."

I slid away from her an inch, my mind racing. How could this be happening? Bo and I had been together, happily together for almost twenty years. Our sex life was healthy, our normal everyday life was spectacular, yeah, we bickered and the pregnancy failures was stressing us out, but. But, we were stronger than any of that. I glanced at Tamsin, trying to find the strength to not lose my shit. "Just tell me Bo." I clenched my jaw.

Bo grabbed the blue box and set it on my lap, opening it up, "I did it three times at the office today, and once in the coffee shop bathroom before I came home."

I heard Tamsin let out that low whistle of destruction she always made before she broke noses. I shook my head at her, "Bo, if you and Frank are, close, just…" I couldn't get the words out. I didn't want to entertain any idea of what Tamsin had suggested. Bo wouldn't.

"Frank helped me. I think he's excited as I am." Bo stuck her hand in the box and lifted something up, "He thinks you and I are an incredible couple and we inspire him to settle down and stop being a dirtbag." Bo chuckled, "His words exactly." She held up the white stick and grinned at me, "He got me the pregnancy tests while I was stuck finishing up Keatings notes." She pointed at the positive sign in the tiny window, choking back tears as she whispered, "We're pregnant, Lauren."

I was too stuck in a strange mix of confusion of what the hell had just happened that I barely focused on my words. "What?"

Bo blinked, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she laughed, "We're going to have a baby." She grabbed my hand and set the pregnancy stick in my palm. "I'm about two months and everything seems to be perfectly healthy. I stopped at my doctor on the way home to double check. I have the test results in my briefcase." She sniffled, "I went back without you, one last try. I wanted to keep it a secret in case it didn't take, I couldn't handle seeing the heartbreak every time you had to hold me when it failed." Bo looked at me, her face falling, "Are you mad?"

I stared at the stick, looking at the bright positive mixed with what my wife just told me. I had to take a minute to let it all sink in. Bo was pregnant. We were going to have a baby.

I burst out in nervous laughter, shaking my head as the tears welled up. I looked up at Tamsin, holding up the stick, "We're pregnant! And I'm going to fucking kick your ass in minute for thinking Bo was cheating on me." I swallowed hard as Tamsin flicked me off, wiping her own tears of joy away.

"Wait, what?" Bo glared at me, "You thought I was cheating on you?" She spun her head around to look at Tamsin, "Why the hell would you even think that?"

Tamsin tucked her chin into her chest, "The late nights, the fighting and the other shit, and that Frank has a reputation." She cringed, "I'm sorry, Bo. It's clear that I'm not a great detective."

"Clearly you're a giant asshole, I might rethink you being this kids aunt." Bo shook her head, turning back to me, "Frank is gross, he has a beard and slept with Laurel. I would never travel down that road, ever." She scooted closer to me, grabbing my face in her hands. "You're my forever and there isn't anyone in this world that could replace you. I love only you, Lauren Lewis, I would be a stupid fucking fool to ever think about anyone else." She kissed me hard, whispering against my lips as she pulled back, "We're going to be moms."

I grinned, letting the tears free as I pulled her into my arms, feeling my love for this woman strengthen and forge itself into something that was bigger than the both of us. "Yes, we are." I closed my eyes as I buried my face into the side of her neck, "You're going to be an incredible mother, Bo."

I heard her sob softly against me, squeezing me tighter. "We both are, Lauren."

Tamsin sniffled, "Looks like I'll have a pregnant bridesmaid at my wedding." She hopped over the edge of the couch and hugged the both of us, "I'm sorry Bo, please forgive me and don't take away my future niece of nephew. I need someone to watch cartoons with now that Lauren is old and crotchety and only wants to watch the news."

Bo laughed, swinging an arm around the blonde, "I'll think about it." She then slugged Tamsin in the arm, making her yelp, "That's for thinking I'd do anything with Frank, I won't even take the coffee he buys the office." She looked at me in the eyes, "Because the coffee my wife makes me in the morning is the best I will ever have."

I sighed, blushing at the way Bo looked at me and tilted my head down to her stomach. I placed a shaky hand over it, pressing it and smiling at the little person growing inside of her. "Hi, I'm your mom, I can't wait to meet you."

Bo covered my hand with hers, "We both can't wait." She grinned as she kissed me slowly, the end credits of the episode rolling past us in the background. I looked in my wife's eyes with hope, "Can we name it Scully or Mulder? If it's a girl or a boy?"

Bo rolled her eyes with a smile, "I'll think about it."

Evangeline Gillian Lewis was born on October 1st on the Fiji islands, fifteen minutes before her aunt Tamsin's wedding. She even smiled when she heard her first fuck, uttered by Tamsin when Evie peed on her arm when she held her for the first time. She was the maid of honor the next morning as Tamsin married Freddy in the hospital room, her two mothers holding her as they sat in the bed together, smiling and beyond in love with each other and the little one in their arms.