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Title: The Dance Summary: Ever wonder exactly what happened at Scully's Lamaze class?? Notes- I haven't written anything in a long while... and this, well, it just needed to be written. =) Also, I've never been pregnant, so I'm not familiar with the Lamaze procedure. I got this info from a movie... and we all know just how accurate Hollywood can be. <g> Hope you all enjoy... And, Carol... this one's for you. =) I have to blink. Seeing my gaze reflected in your own is something I only dreamed of two months ago. My heart believes, but simple logic tells me it's too good to be true. You're too good to be true. Nevertheless, there you are, sitting across from me on a little padded mat, in a Lamaze class of all places. Seven years ago I would have laughed. Seven years ago I would have laughed so hard tears would have streamed down my cheeks. Now... well, now tears are streaming down my cheeks for an entirely different reason. I can't stop the smile that pushes its way through my "hee hee hoo's". I see that you can't either. "What?" "Nothing," I reply, "I'm just glad you're here, that's all." Your smile softens with meaning and you quietly whisper, "me too." You and I have walked a down a long, hard road, Mulder, but it's been worth it. I quickly look down at my rounded 'bulge' and then back to your eyes. Yes, it's been worth it. Every Step Of The Way. I'm so wrapped up in our world that I don't realize we've been instructed to change positions. I don't realize until the nice woman who introduced herself as our instructor, taps me on the shoulder and whispers the directions once more. She's nice. I like her. I like her purple skirt and the way it flows like a soft summer breeze around her ankles when she walks. I like the way I feel right now. Before I realize what's happened, I've turned around and you've straddled your legs around me and are pulling my back gently to your chest. Your hands find my tummy and you begin a light massage. "Hee hee hoo," you breathe in my ear. Yes, I like the way I feel right now. Your breath tickles the hair on my neck and I find myself leaning into your embrace. "Hee hee hoo... hee hee hoo" Must concentrate on breathing, Dana. I'm reminded of the case we investigated in Home, Pennsylvania a couple of years ago. I'm reminded of something you said to me on a bench outside the Sheriff's Office. You told me you've never thought of me as a mother. I don't think I had either. Then came Emily. I had great hope of being a mother to her... but not until now do I truly see myself in that sacred role. What I think I love most about this situation is how I look at you now, Mulder. I still see the man that I fell in love with. Every quality and flaw that endears you to me, that has endeared me for years. But I see something else, something I think we're both afraid to admit or accept for fear it might be snatched away from us. I see you as a father. Your hands have moved from my stomach to the small of my back. Your fingers ease the ever-present tension. I sigh, submitting myself fully to the pleasure of your touch. "Ya gotta keep breathing, Scully. " You remind me. "I can't do it all for you." I pinch your thigh and let out an exaggerated, "hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo". You nuzzle my neck with your nose and inhale sending shivers down my spine. You're enjoying this, aren't you? "Hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo..." It's all right, I am too. I let my eyes drift shut and try as hard as I can to focus on simply breathing. "Hee hee hoo, hee hee hoo, heeee heeee hooo, heeeeeee heeeeeee hooooooo...." There. Yeah, there we go... I've got it. "Scully?" You pull away and I'm startled for a moment. "What? Mulder?" "We have to get up now." You smile down at me and offer your hand. I notice the other couples in the room have risen as well and I stumble to my feet as quickly as my girth will allow. I hear her instruct us to... dance?? What? I'm told to put my arms around your neck and I feel you encircle my waist. I like this. Yes, I like this a lot. Now all we need is music. "Hee hee hoo." You remind me to breathe. "Hee hee hoo." We both repeat together. Such a soothing sound, to breathe in rhythm with you, sweet as music. I vaguely hear the instructor murmur something and I feel you chuckle. Heaven only knows what's going through that mind of yours, but you pull me closer so I don't mind. "What's so funny?" I ask, pulling slightly back so I can see your face. "She said 'vagina'." You make a face and I have to try hard not to laugh. Sometimes I feel like I've been partnered with a ten-year-old, albeit a cute ten-year-old... Partner. I don't think there could be a more appropriate word for the two of us. We're partners in work, in life... in love. Yes, partner just about covers it all. Before I know it I hear shuffling in the background. Class is over. I don't want to let go, but I know my 'partner' will be more than willing to practice these new techniques at home. I'm an independent woman. I can take care of myself, but sometimes it's nice to be babied. Not that I'd ever come out and admit such a thing... but somehow I think you know. You kneel down and gather my pillow and bag, but don't stand until you place your palms flat on my belly and whisper to the little one who rests safely inside. You kiss us just above the navel and that earns you an affectionate hair ruffle. "Ready?" You ask. My smile, I'm sure, is far too large for my face. "Yeah." You take my hand as we leave. Seven years ago... who would've thought?
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