Title: Destination: The Stars Summary: My name is Captain Dana Scully, and I will be taking you on your journey to the stars this evening.
Title: Destination: The Stars
Summary: My name is Captain Dana Scully, and I will be taking you on your journey to the stars this evening.
As soon as I saw it I knew I had to have it.
It isn't anything extravagant. In fact, it's just the opposite. But that didn't make me love it any less.
I know Mulder's eyes are going to roll way back in his head when I show him. He keeps telling me to stop buying things for William's room.
It's too cluttered, Scully.
He won't sleep with all those things to look at, Scully.
But I can't help it. Especially this time.
Despite him trying to convince me any different, I know Mulder loves it when I go on these shopping sprees. Maybe it's because I can't stop smiling for days when I do.
"Look sweetie!" I say, tiptoeing into William's nursery in the early hours of the morning to show him my find.
He was awake, of course, bemused with the plastic stars above his head. You know, the ones that you stick to the ceiling and glow in the dark? I bought those too. I couldn't resist.
Best of all, William seems to love them.
To be perfectly honest, Mulder and I have tried to lay off as much as we can when it comes to buying space and/or extraterrestrial-oriented objects for our son to play with.
I guess it just seems like it's been a little overdone in the past.
In any case, when I bought this latest treasure, I promised myself it would be the last.
I always say that. Doesn't mean it's going to happen, though.
"William, I have something that'll go perfectly with your stars," I whisper, as I peek over his crib to present him the array of rocket ships.
His eyes widen instantly and he reaches out his tiny arms to grasp the mobile.
That's all it is. A mobile. But not just any mobile.
A rocket ship mobile. With sequins outlining the felt ships, and unique, hand-stitched designs on each of the four crafts.
It's truly beautiful, and honestly, I saw the beauty of their design before I even noticed they were rockets.
Not like it matters to my son. He's instantly hooked. He coos insistently, wanting me to lower the delicate toy down for him to touch.
He runs his tiny hands through the mobile, completely and utterly mesmerized by the twinkling pieces of felt.
"This is your captain speaking," I say, covering my mouth as though I were speaking through a two-way radio. "My name is Captain Dana Scully, and I will be taking you on your journey to the stars this evening."
Will grins and looks at me quizzically, wondering why his mother's voice is so different.
I bounce the mobile up and down, letting it touch his tiny toes for a split second before I whisk it just out of his grasp once more.
He bats the rocket ships with his hand and lets out a high-pitched squeal of joy.
"Just above you, you'll see a beautiful array of stars. Folks, buckle your seatbelts, because this is going to be a bumpy ride."
I'm enjoying this way too much.
I raise the mobile up and secure it onto a stray nail, hanging on the wall just below the stars.
I see Will's eyelashes flutter sleepily as he struggles to stay awake.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for allowing me to share with you the wonders of the universe."
His eyes slowly close, a content grin plastered on his tiny face.
"Goodnight," I whisper, delicately grazing his face with my hand. I lean down and plant a kiss on his forehead.
I smile and slowly stand back up again. All of a sudden, I come into contact with another body.
"How long have you been here?" I ask, trying desperately to sound annoyed.
I whirl around to face a sleepy-eyed Mulder, suspiciously eyeing a certain rocket ship mobile, dangling from the corner of William's nursery.
He holds his hands up to his mouth and grins.
"My name is Captain Dana Scully, and I will be taking you on your journey to the stars this evening."
I playfully slap him on the arm, feeling my cheeks grow warm.
Mulder holds out his arms and I accept the invitation.
"It's cute, Scully," he murmurs into my hair.
"What is?" I ask, even though I know perfectly well what he means. I just want to hear him say it.
"The rocket ships."
"Last one Mulder, I promise," I say evenly, crossing my fingers behind his back.
"Last one," he echoes groggily.
I chuckle softly and he takes my hand.
"C'mon, Captain Scully," he says, as we make our way to the door. "I'll make you some breakfast. I'm sure it's been a long night for you, being at the stars and all."
"Yes Mulder, it has. But we plan on going again tonight. Care to join us?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he replies, as I flip off the nursery light. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."