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Title: Fast Food "Existence," Season 8 in general. Summary: Mulder and Scully spend a quiet morning in bed with William. Author's Notes: This fanfic takes place a few weeks after "Existence," but I'm changing the fact that Mulder went away. I still, to this day, don't understand why he went away, why Scully sent him away. I know it was a ploy to get David Duchovny off the show, but really, it didn't make any sense. Mulder wasn't in any danger, he was even out of a job. But I digress. I just felt like writing a fairly cutesy, just barely angsty baby story. Mulder's voice permeated Scully's sleep induced fog. She groaned softly and pressed her face deeper into the cloud of her pillow, trying desperately to ignore him and succumb to sleep once again. Didn't he know she was tired and needed all the sleep she could get? Her brain finally wrapped itself around Mulder's words and she realized that accompanying his high-pitched baby talk, was a small round pressure against her lower back. Scully opened one bleary eye and peeked over her shoulder. The sight of a shirtless Mulder carefully straddling her legs while holding their diapered son made Scully's heart rejoice. All was right in her world. Finally. Mulder dragged the baby's limp legs up her back and said, in his version of a baby voice, "Mom, I'm hungry and this weird guy with the big nose can't help me out much." Scully slowly rolled over onto her back and met Mulder's gaze, her eyebrow arched in amusement. "Mulder, William isn't wearing any clothes." "He's wearing a diaper, Scully." "He'll get cold." "Body heat, Scully. Besides, we can create the sleeping bag effect with the blankets if you'd take this kid and get him something to eat." She sat up, grumbling. "What am I, a fast food restaurant?" "Yes," Mulder said, once more in his baby voice, hiding his face behind the baby. Scully rolled her eyes before slipping her nightshirt over her head, exposing her body completely to the gazes of her men. William kicked in excitement, knowing he was about to be fed. Mulder wiggled his eyebrows in appreciation. "Forget the kid, Scully, we can generate our own body heat." "Gimme 'the kid', Mulder." He grinned and passed William to her. Scully cradled the baby in the crook of her arm, and folded her fingers around his little feet to make sure they weren't cold. She smiled at the soft, solid warmth of him and briefly nuzzled his peach fuzz head. "Good morning, sweet boy, did you sleep well?" she whispered, before lowering him to her breast. William latched on quickly, quite experienced after four weeks of this type of nourishment from his mother, and Scully sighed deeply, content, when she felt the pull of milk through her breast. "I love this," she whispered, gazing down at her child. Mulder smiled, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder as they watched their son eat. "Lucky kid." Scully grinned slightly and leaned her cheek against the top of Mulder's head, his silky bed hair tickling her skin. But true to form, Mulder couldn't sit still for very long. He reached down, pulling the covers up over them, before he slid over Scully and lay gently over her legs, careful not to squish her. He pulled the blankets up to his shoulders, encasing their bodies in the warmth. Mulder rested his cheek on her stomach. "You know, Scully, you lost your pregnancy weight pretty quick." "It's not all gone, Mulder." "No," he kissed her belly, "But I like it on you. You're soft, Scully, it's sexy." She would have argued with him, told him she missed her pre-pregnancy body, but she knew he was serious. He really did like her body this new way. "Motherhood suits you, Scully," he murmured against her skin, looking up at their nursing child. "You just like my bigger breasts," Scully teased. Mulder chuckled and watched her pull William from her left breast and switch him to the other side. William didn't lose his stride and greedily started eating once again. "Little boy's hungry this morning," Scully murmured, rubbing her finger gently over her son's soft cheek. "Seriously, Scully, how did you lose so much weight?" "Breastfeeding helps, but I didn't gain a lot in the first place, Mulder. It was all in my belly." Mulder met her gaze and saw the switch to seriousness on her face. "I had a stressful pregnancy." Her voice grew solemn and a little sad. "I tried to take care of myself, Mulder, for him, but it was hard sometimes." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she said, "When it felt like my heart stopped beating with yours." Tears shimmered on the brim of her eyes. Mulder scooted up slightly. "I'm here now, Scully, and I'm not going anywhere." Scully ran her fingers through his hair. "I know." Her smile was watery and pure. "I can feel my heart beating again." He reached down and took her free hand, placing it against his bare chest, over his heart. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her heart. "Me too." "I love you, Mulder." "I love you, too, Scully." The End
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