Title: Every Step 2: More Than I Could Ask For Summary: See Every Step 1: Just You Scully-Mulder Residence I was lying in bed in my room, staring blankly at the ceiling, praying to a God I don't even know if I believe in, thanking him for all he's given me. In the last six years I've seen my life change to such dramatic extent that it has become barely recognisable. I have morphed from a "sorry son of a bitch" on a quest to find forgiveness and approval from his parents, to find a little girl, stolen from him as a child, to a parent on a new quest, to protect a new little girl, my daughter. And now I am a Daddy. Whether I'm her father biologically or not, she's my baby. Daddy's little girl. And I love her as if she was my own. I'm thankful for her, thankful to God, Agent Pendrell and course Scully. My Scully, the woman I love more than life itself. The only woman I would do or give anything to, my heart, my soul, and my life without hesitation. Scully has already given me everything I could ever ask for, something I have craved since my childhood, and have never really had: a loving family. And for that I am eternally grateful. She's let me be there for them. She let me be there for her during the pregnancy, birth and everything that came after that. I'll always remember Hannah's birth as one of the happiest days of my life. I remember them handing her this red, screaming bundle wrapped in towels and looking down at this tiny little person, and falling completely in love with her. It was the first time that I saw her when I realized that I would not be satisfied to be "Uncle Mulder". I wanted to be her father, and pain washed over me as I realized that she would never call me "Daddy". Or at least that was what I thought. But that day Scully gave me something that I never would have dared hope for, let alone expect. As I extended a finger towards Hannah's tiny fist, and she reached out to me, wrapping her tiny fingers around it, gripping tightly Scully said softly "Say hi to Daddy!" I lay in my bed, smiling happily to myself for what seemed like an eternity, deeply lost within my memory, thinking about my little girl. Unable to even consider sleep. I was reluctantly torn away from my thoughts by the patter of tiny footsteps padding gently down the hallway. I propped myself up on one elbow facing the door, waiting expectantly for my baby girl. There was a familiar soft creaking as the door opened slowly and a tiny head poked round it, calling out to me quietly "Daddy?" "Yeah, Baby. I'm awake. What's wrong?" I answer. She comes running over to the bed, her tiny arms extended to me. In one hand she's clutching tightly to Samantha, the cabbage patch doll I brought for her on her first Christmas. I sit up and reach down placing a hand under each of her under arms, lifting her easily up and into the bed beside me. I put one arm around her small body and she snuggles against my chest, putting a thumb into her mouth and saying "Had a bad dream, Daddy!" I smile warmly down at her as I reach over with my other arm gently pulling her thumb from her mouth, (after all we don't want our beautiful little girl to grow up with buck teeth now do we!) and stroking a stray stand of golden blonde hair away from her face. "My poor Angel," I whisper looking down into her twinkling blue eyes and tweaking her tiny nose. "It's OK, I'm here!" I say softly kissing the top of her head "C'mon little one, let's go to sleep or we're never going to get up in the morning, and Mummy will be REALLY angry!" I say lying down, putting an arm around Hannah's waist. She rolls over, snuggling her back as close to my body as she can get it, slipping her tiny hand into mine. "I love you, Daddy," she whispers. "Love you back, Sweetheart," I reply quietly as I hear her breathing become slow and steady as sleep consumes her. And for the first time that night sleep comes easily, as I hold my sleeping beauty in my arms, her sleep filled breaths lulling me further and further into slumber. My heart swells with love for her, for my little angel. And I know that my life is perfect, in every way. End So what did you think? Please let me know! I'll reply to all messages eventually I promise! Next: Every Step 2: More Than I Could Ask For II
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