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Title: His Every Happiness Summary: "It wasn't until this moment in time, snuggled closely together with their child in her arms that he realized why. Just as he had found his every happiness, his every joy in her, she had found the same in him." Notes: I had so much fun writing this! I really hope you all enjoy it. I always wished we had just a few extra moments at the end of Existence, so this is my attempt at continuing the scene just a bit further, and allowing them to share an intimate moment together. I'd like to think this really did happen. Also, thank you to my wonderful beta, Carol! Not only for helping to make my work presentable, but for being the incredible friend that she is. All of my other stories may be found at my website: http://www.geocities.com/dmldr42 His heartbeat echoed deeply in his chest, blurring the hum of the helicopter. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time and gazed anxiously at the trail of lights below. "Down there. Get me down there," his voice cracked. The pilot nodded. Glancing out the window at the clear night sky, Mulder prayed. Even though the words were unfamiliar, he continued to pray, hoping Scully's faith would be enough for the both of them. For all three of them, he corrected himself. He jumped and hit the ground running, even before the helicopter touched the dirt below. The cars that were parked only moments before now rushed past him, leaving. He panicked and quickened his step, frantically calling out to her. Dust swirled wildly around him as he pounded on the windows of the passing cars, demanding to know where she was. No one stopped to answer. From a short distance he heard his name. Monica. He was at her side seconds later. "How is she?" "She's inside." He moved around her and was almost through the door when she caught hold of his sleeve. "She needs to get to the hospital." Without another word he continued through the door. The sight in front of him was enough to take his breath away. There she sat, baby in arms, head against a dirty wall. "Scully." In a split second he was beside her, fingers running down her cheek then through moist, matted hair. Catching his breath as he searched her face, voice cracking, "are you okay? Monica said you need to get to a hospital." "I'm fine, Mulder," she whispered. He looked in her eyes, disapproving her choice of words. She clarified, "really, Mulder. I'm fine. But she's right, I've lost a lot of blood." "I'm gonna get you out of here, Scully." He bent down close and brought his lips to her damp forehead, kissing her, as he had so many times before. Pulling away, he spent a brief moment letting his eyes roam over the bundle she held tightly in her arms. Scully's baby. The miracle that was never supposed to be. He got to his feet and moved quickly to the doorway where Monica still stood. "Agent Reyes?" She turned, weary eyes connecting with his. "I need your help." She smiled as she noticed the sweat beginning to bead on his brow. She placed a gentle hand on his arm. "She'll be all right, Mulder." Her words of comfort sprung a new-found confidence deep inside him. She held her hand on his arm for a moment longer, squeezing him softly, then walked past him and into the room. He followed closely behind her. Monica leaned down to carefully scoop the baby up in her arms, whispering softly to him. Scully instinctively pulled the child closer, but Mulder's soft words of assurance gave her strength to trust the woman who'd just assisted in the delivery of her baby. Mulder gently eased Scully's tired body into his arms and felt the dampness beneath her. The wetness, which he could only assume was blood, made him flinch. "Are you all right? Am I hurting you?" "I'm okay, Mulder," she rested her head against his chest. "Let' s just get out of here." The trek to the waiting helicopter was a blur. The baby's desperate cries and Scully's quiet wincing were all Mulder could recall later. Their arrival at the hospital was an even bigger blur than the flight getting there. Scully pleaded that Mulder stay with the baby as she was taken in for stitches and tests. He was torn, but gave in to her request as he felt confident knowing Monica would stay with her until he could be there himself. Hours that felt like centuries passed and it wasn't until the twilight of dawn crept into her hospital window that he was reunited with the mother of his child. Baby in arms, he made his way to her fragile form, lying on the bed with her back to him. Noting Mulder's arrival, Monica rose from her chair and quietly excused herself. "Hey there," he said softly. No Answer. Walking around the bed, he noticed her eyes closed as she moved imperceptibly in a restless sleep. He hated to wake her, but he knew she wouldn't know true peace until she saw her baby boy. "Scully," he said softly as he gently laid his free hand over hers. "There's someone here to see you." She stirred and slowly opened her eyes, smiling at the sight she beheld before her. Slowly pulling herself into a sitting position, she looked up at him as he gently placed the child in her arms. "Hey there little guy." She took a moment just to gaze into the incredible blue of her son's eyes, then looked into his father's own larger, but similar ones. "He's perfect," she breathed. "A little bald, but the nurses say that's normal." He smiled back down at her. "How are you feeling?" She let the faintest of smiles lift the corners of her lips, then answered, "a little sore, but that's normal too. They had to stitch up some tearing." "You lost a lot of blood." "Yeah," she admitted, "a bit more than normal, but I'm fine now." "You need to rest." "I will. In a few minutes." Agent Reyes stepped back from the doorway, not wanting to intrude any further. Mother, Father and child, together and safe. She turned to walk down the hall, knowing a couple of men who would be relieved at the news. -A few days later- Scully broke the kiss first. William's soft fussing subsided as soon as they did so. "I think we're smothering him," she laughed. The sound filled Mulder's heart with something he hadn't felt quite that strongly before. Happiness, he thought, and most definitely love. "How 'bout we put him down and continue where we left off." "Good things come to those who wait, Mulder." Her smile was infectious. "Besides, he needs to eat." Mulder looked down at William, tenderness softening his features. "Sorry, Fella, that's your mom's department. She's got all the necessary hardware." Another small chuckle from Scully, and William was lifted out of his arms. She made her way back over to the bed and sat with her feet up, back against the headboard. Mulder stood where he was, unsure if he should give her privacy and wait out in the living room. No matter how much he'd love to stay and be a part of it, he knew it had to be her decision. "I can make us some tea," he began. She looked up at him, eyes telling him that she understood exactly what he was doing. Giving her space if she wanted it. "Come here, Mulder." Her smile intensified the feeling he had only a moment earlier. He slipped off his jacket and took a seat next to her, his back up against the headboard, slipping and arm around her shoulders. With one hand she unbuttoned her pajama top as Will hungrily awaited his meal. The baby attached himself with a fierceness that made Mulder wince. "Doesn't that hurt?" "At first, yeah. But once you get used to it, it's kinda nice. Relaxing." "Looks like a real pro." "Yeah, the nurse told me some babies have a hard time. But, for this little guy, it came naturally." She sighed, and leaned down to kiss his tiny forehead. Looking around him, at Scully, at the miracle they somehow managed to create, he couldn't help but marvel at where his path had taken him. For years he had questioned why the woman beside him hadn't thrown in the towel and left. She had every right to do so, had lost so much that he found it hard to comprehend how or why she even wanted to stay with him. It wasn't until this moment in time, snuggled closely together with their child in her arms that he realized why. Just as he had found his every happiness, his every joy in her, she had found the same in him. "Thank you, Scully." Tears choked the back of his throat. "For what, Mulder?" "For this. For you. For William." He turned his lips to her forehead and left a lingering kiss on her brow, letting a few stray tears travel down his face. "I love you, Scully. I don't think you know how much." She raised her free palm to his cheek and gently turned his face until his eyes met hers. Her own tears mimicked his, as she inched her fingers behind his neck bringing him closer and claiming his mouth with her own. With lips still touching she whispered, "as much as I love you." End.
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