Mulder rummaged through the kitchen looking for her favorite cup. He bought it for her from a roadside potter they stopped at on their way to Red Rock state park. She had loved the color blue the artist used, Scully would tell him later it was aquamarine, and the lip of the cup was perfect for drinking from.
"Shit! I can't find my Jimmy Choo's, have you seen them Mulder?" She yelled out from the bedroom.
He never understood why she called her shoes by the name of the designer, but there were a couple things he didn't understand about his Scully and he was prepared to spend a lifetime trying to figure her out.
"You're lucky Mrs. Hosteen isn't here, she'd be cashing in on your choice of interjection," he fired back.
Scully rolled her eyes and walked over to him wrapping her arms around his waist, one of his many favorite things she did.
"Mulder, you won't tell. I invoke patient client privilege."
"You don't say?" he teased, leaning down to meet her lips with a chaste kiss before handing her the mug of coffee.
Scully took a sip, and with coffee in hand, she shuffled toward their bedroom to continue getting ready.
He couldn't believe how everything had fallen into place. Nine months ago today they made the decision to stay on the reservation and continue their practice and work with Dr. Hosteen at the clinic. Of course the money was terrible, but the reward was priceless. To supplement their income, Scully gave lectures on the importance of vaccines, and he was an Assistant Professor of Psychiatry at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine.
They found a small adobe style home with two bedrooms, the extra bedroom for friends and relatives to stay when they would visit. Melissa and Frohike had already visited several times, granted separately, but Mulder had secretly hoped for a love connection.
"Wouldn't it be perfect if your sister and my best friend were dating?" he voiced to Scully once, on a drive into work. She rolled her eyes and giggled at the notion.
"C'mon, don't tell me you hadn't thought about it, Mel and Mel?"
She huffed out another giggle and then he proceeded to give her all the other practical reasons why it would be "perfect." But really he just loved the idea of the two Mel's.
He drifted back to the present and made it his morning mission to find Scully's Jimmy Choo's.
Life was good, perfect, he thought.
Mulder made his way toward the bedroom and noticed Scully had been in the bathroom awhile. He sat at the foot of the bed and put his dress shoes on then stood up to face the full length mirror and adjusted the tie Scully knotted for him prior to putting it on. They had big plans tonight: the Navajo nation was honoring Dr. Hosteen for his work on the reservation. Scully had his black suit pressed at the cleaners for him to wear. He knew it was her favorite; he had made a mental note.
Just before he was about to check on her, Scully opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out.
"Mulder, I, we." She looked worried, and he instantly moved toward her, matching her expression.
"Dana, what is it?"
"Mulder, we, I….late."
Confused now, "No we aren't babe, I just checked my phone, we are right on schedule," he chuckled a bit, "actually we are on Scully time, ahead of schedule."
He slowly walked toward her. She was wearing a form-fitted black lace skirt with a white satin top. We need to find those Jimmy Choos, he thought.
She had one hand on the door frame and in the other she was holding a white stick.
"No Mulder, we.. I was late, so I…." her cheeks, a bright red and her eyes watery. She held the white stick out to him.
It took him a moment.
"Wait, Scully.. You don't mean?" He gently took her wrist in his hand, moving closer.
"Pregnant. Yes Mulder, I'm pregnant."
He couldn't think of anything else to do but hug her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her all the way into him. He could feel her shaking and at first he worried that she was sad or disappointed. He didn't quite know. He gently pulled her away and grabbed her chin, tipping it up toward him. He studied her face, looking for a hint of what she might be feeling.
"Where are you with this?"
"Mulder, I.. I am surprised, happy, confused, scared….but I want to know what you think?" She looked nervous but hopeful.
With a big smile on his face, he said the only thing he knew to say.
"I think we're gonna need a bigger house."