Title: "Four is a Wonderful Number"
Author: Jessie Harris (aka Agent Leki)
Content: M&S Married, Alternate Universe, Scully POV
Summary: Mulder and Scully have Quads.
Disclaimer: Mulder + Scully = Chris Carter. They belong to that almighty Surfer Dude who we all admire so much. Though he's really pissing off a lot of shippers, we still love him. :)
Author's Notes: I got the idea for this story off a story I read on Gossamer... I can't remember the name of it though.... it was a completely DIFFERENT storyline.... the story was about Mulder and Scully having OCTUPLETS! lol whoa... that's a lot of kids.... :)
Four is a Wonderful Number
The Mulder Residence
November 21, 2000
I'm walking down a beautiful garden path. When I look down at my feet I am not wearing any shoes. My clothes consist of various scraps of beautifully colored material. I have just enough of the beautifully colored material to cover my private parts. No more, and no less. I notice that I'm thin.
I haven't been this thin in a long time. not for about five or six months.
I look down the path and there are various kinds of beautiful flowers. I look off to my right and see a beautiful blue pond. I walk over to it and bend down to pick up a water lily off the top of one of the lily pads. But as I reach for the flower I'm slightly startled by a little frog jumping off of the lily pad. I smile at the frog and pick up the lily. I see my
Reflection in the water. My hair is pulled up with strands of hair falling around everywhere and curled into ringlets. I don't think I've ever seen my hair so beautiful. In exception to my wedding day when I was wed to my partner in the FBI, Special Agent Fox Mulder. I smile at my reflection as I put the lily in my hair.
Slowly I stand up and continue down the path toward the unknown. I walk down the path for about twenty minutes, when I come upon a child's playground. There are four little girls playing on the merry-go-round. They all have fiery red hair. Just like mine. And they all have amazingly green eyes. I feel myself smiling as I realize these aren't any ordinary children.... they're *my* children.
Suddenly I'm awoken from my wonderful dream when I feel someone slightly shake my shoulder. I somewhat frown as I come to consciousness, wanting to stay in the beautiful dream and find out its meaning and significance.
"What's wrong?" he asks me.
He must have noticed my frowns. I look at him and smile. "Nothing. I was just having a good dream, that's all."
He smiles at me. His smile always seems to brighten the room.
I slowly sit up, realizing that I have my belly back. I look down at my pregnant form. Thank god I'm due next month. On Christmas morning, no doubt. I feel Mulder's hand on my back helping me to sit up. "Thanks," I say as I swing my feet to the floor. I smile to myself, thinking about how much I love this man. He's such a wonderful man. He always thinks about me before himself. And ever since I started to show in this pregnancy he's done nothing but try to help me and keep me off my feet. He gives me back massages and foot rubs all the time. He's so wonderful.
"I made you breakfast."
"Awwww, thank you....."
He smiles at me. "I called your mom and asked her for advice on what to make... she gave me the directions on how to make omlets." Then he smirks at me. God, I love it when he smirks... it look so incredibly sexy.
I watch as he sits by me and places his hand lightly on my stomach. I love it when he does this. It's routine. Every morning he likes to feel my stomach to see if the baby will move. I kind of flinch and smile at the same time as the baby kicks. "Did you feel that, Fox?"
His eyes seem to light up even more. He nods. "I did."
I can tell by his face that he can't wait until the day I give birth. He wants to be a father so bad he can already taste it. I feel the same way about becoming a mother, but he's so cute the way he goes about it.
The Mulder Residence
December 7, 2000
I'm lying awake looking at the ceiling. My husband is still asleep. Skinner gave him the next few weeks off so he can be with me in case there are complications with the pregnancy. I've been having the same dream a lot lately. It's the dream that I first had a few weeks ago. When I'm walking through the garden and I find the playground with four little girls playing.
I'm beginning to get the message that God wants me to know. I'm not having one baby.... I'm having four. I'm having quadruplets.
Fox and I decided when I was four months pregnant that we wanted it to be a surprise as to what the gender of our baby was. We wouldn't let the doctor tell us any details about the baby except telling us the health of it. A few months ago the doctor was trying to tell us something about the baby. I asked if it had to do with the baby's health or otherwise. It was the otherwise. So Fox and I told him we didn't want to know. Maybe what he was trying to tell us was that we're having quadruplets.
I smile to myself. I won't spoil it for Fox. I won't tell him we're having quadruplets. I want him to find out for himself. I hope he won't be disappointed though.
December 25th, 2000
I'm currently in labor. Mulder is sitting by my side holding my hand. He's trying his best to soothe me because he knows I must be in pain. I refused to take the epidural block (the anesthetic they inject into you to make it less painful during childbirth). I want a natural birth.
My mom is sitting on the other side of me wiping sweat off my face with a damp towel. This day couldn't possibly be any better than it is. I'm having my babies on Christmas. This is the best Christmas present a woman could ever get. Thank you God.
The doctor is at my feet telling me that I'm crowning. It's just about time to start pushing. This is by far the happiest day of my life. Well, actually it ties with the day I married Fox William Mulder.
After what seems like an eternity the doctor tells me it's time to push. My mom is holding my right hand and my husband is holding my left hand. I start to push as hard as I can. It hurts so bad. But I don't care. These are my children. I'd go through hell for them. Which is what I'm doing right now. The pain is almost unbearable. But I'll endure it because I love my children. I've seen them in my dreams every night for the past month. And I love them dearly.
After two more sets of contractions and pushing, the first child is out. The doctor looks at me and my husband and says "There's another one coming," right as I go into another set of contractions.
This is a very tiring job. Yes, having babies is not easy. I feel the contractions subside. About an hour later I'm laying there looking up at my husband. He's got an apprehensive look on his face. He's had that look ever since the doctor told him we were having quadruplets. I hope he doesn't get angry. But knowing my wonderful, loving husband... he'll love them all. He won't get too upset. After all, it's not my fault that I'm having quadruplets... I can't control one cell dividing three times.
I'm about ready to have the last baby. I look at my husband who smiles at me lightly. I feel my mother wipe more sweat from my face. I'm extremely exhausted. It's very tiring having three babies in an hour and going onto the fourth.
I feel the contractions start again. The doctor tells me to push and I do. Just as I feel the baby start to push out I black out. I don't remember anything else.
I'm in a very dark place. In a deep sleep. And what seems like an eternity later I open my eyes. I look around me. I'm my hospital room, cleaned up and in bed. I look over to my left and see Fox sleeping in the chair beside me, holding my hand. And when I look to the right I see my mother sleeping in the other chair. I smile. This has been the best Christmas ever.
I lightly squeeze my husband's hand. He stirs lightly and wakes up. He looks at me and smiles. "Hi, sweetheart..." he says to me.
Even though I'm in a lot of pain down below I smile anyway. "Hi."
Suddenly he makes a funny face. "What are we going to do with FOUR babies, Dana?"
I chuckle lightly at how cute his face looks when he says that. "Love them all, I suppose." I smile at him.
He smiles back. "Yes, we will. But how will we come up with four names? It's bad enough coming up with one."
I smile inwardly. I love this man dearly and his words never cease to amaze me. "Whatever names come to mind when we're holding them in our arms."
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