Summary: "The baby's looking more like you every day, Mulder."

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When I was young, my mother used to tell me this old wive's tale about babies... about how most are born with blue eyes, both Missy and I were, and those who keep their's are special gifts from God. Those who retain that vibrant blue color through adulthood are there to remind us that God loves us and is always watching... through those very blue eyes.

As I got older, I met people with green eyes and brown eyes, some even gold. I realized that all of them were special in their own ways and that my mother was wrong. But, when I held William for the first time... when I peered into his remarkable eyes the very moment after he had been born, my mother's story suddenly became true again. This was God's gift! William was, most definatly, a miracle. And I was overjoyed that he had those blue eyes.

There's no doubt I see parts of myself in him, when I look at him every morning. But, recently, I see more and more of his father looking back at me. I've told Mulder...

"The baby's looking more like you every day, Mulder." He usually smiles and reminds me that it's because William is one half him. And, don't get me wrong, I love his eyes... Those hazel eyes that when I look into them, read my soul like a book. I like his eyes, I like both their eyes... for now they are the same. Perhaps God is not watching through the eyes of this child... but, just because Will isn't what I thought he was doesn't make him any less of a miracle. Mulder once said that to me.

Sometimes I sit for hours watching them sleep. Mulder, so strong and so fearless, holding his tiny hazel eyed son in his arms. Perhaps this was his reason for living, for hanging on when almost all hope had been lost. Maybe, somehow, he knew that this miracle was bound to happen. He'd never admit it, but I always knew Mulder wanted a family, especially after losing his own. And he always had a delicate way with kids. He always seemed to know how to make them laugh... even my own daughter. It's part of what made me fall in love with him.

Now that he has this family, he's more happy than I've ever seen him. It's as if I gave him the most wonderful gift... the only gift that he could give me as well. I'd like to think about our future, but I think he's still too caught up in falling in love with his son. So, for now I'll let it be.

I don't think Mulder and I are quite sure what we're doing... first time parents never are. But, I have no doubt in my mind that William will be perfect, just like his dad. We make a good team, Mulder and I... that's why we've stuck together so long. Because we believe in each other. I trust Mulder with all my heart, and I love him. That's why I'm not nervous about our son turning out like him. For all the times that I've questioned Mulder or his actions... I'm realizing now, what a capable and caring person he is. It's a side that he likes to keep to himself, but I know him like the back of my hand. And, I hope William will turn out just like him... just fine!

And, even if we do mess up, I still have the blue eyes that my mother spoke of. Maybe God will be watching.

And maybe he'll give us another chance.

~*Fin*~

Author's Notes:
Short and sweet, I know. But all that needed to be said, was said... And I hope I could brighten your day. Feedback is always read and answered and recommendations make my day!!! Thanx for reading!

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