Author: Kelly J. Thompson

Title: If Daddy Had Only Seen

Rating: PG

Category: MSR, H, Fam Fic, Song Fic kinda Spoilers: None Summary: "Will!!! Santa's in hall kissing Mommy!!!" Disclaimer: Chris Carter and Fox Television own these Characters. If you think I do I'd suggest you see a therapist.

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Author's Notes: This fic was written for Devin as part of the MSR Preservation Society's Holiday Gift Exchange. Hope you have a Great Christmas, Devin, and I hope you enjoy this story. Oh, and Happy Holidays to everyone else as well!

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If Daddy Had Only Seen

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

She didn't see me creep

Down the stairs to have a peep;

She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep.

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Dana Scully looks around her cheerfully decorated living room, taking in the twinkling multi-colored lights on the tree. She leans back against the foot of the sofa as she finishes wrapping the last gift, sighing in satisfaction of the fact that they're finally done and can move on to other things. Looking at all the presents under the tree, she can't believe that she and Mulder bought their children so much. "It looks like Santa's sleigh crash-landed in here," she mutters aloud.

She glances around the room and stretches to look into the kitchen, hoping to spot her elusive husband. Not finding him, she gets up to hunt and, just as she gets to the stairway, she spots the object of her search starting down. He is dragging what she assumes is bags with even more gifts in them.

"Mulder!" she exclaims in exasperation with her hands on her hips. "Please tell me that there aren't more presents in those bags."

"Okay, I won't," he retorts, smiling brightly at his beautiful wife. "But I'd be lying."

"Don't you think that all this may be a bit much?" she asks, gesturing to the packages in Mulder's hands.

"There's no such thing as too much when it comes to my family, Scully."

"But Mulder, the living room is already half-full. We'll be lucky to even get to the tree at this rate."

Making it down the stairs, he walks up to his wife drops his bags and kisses her softly. "Bear with me, Baby. I'm having fun here."

"Mmm, you know there *are* other ways to have fun," she whispers against his lips as she wraps her arms around him.

"There's something more fun than getting ready for Santa?" he asks mockingly as he pulls his mouth away from hers.

"Do you have a fever?" she replies with a small chuckle, bringing the back of her hand to his forehead, pretending to check for temperature. "I've never known you to disregard *fun* before."

"I'm not disregarding it," he whispers with a kiss on her ear. "I'm just saving it for later."

"I don't know," Scully rejoins, shaking her head. "I'm going to have a headache later."

"Oh come on," he mock-whines. "Stop being such a party pooper. Besides, I have a surprise," he declares, grabbing a large bag and waving it in her face.

"What is it?" she inquires with childlike excitement in her eyes, trying to peek into the bag.

"Let's wrap the rest of these presents, then I'll show you," he whispers conspiratorially, waggling his eyebrows as he gathers the other packages.

Scully sighs and follows her husband into the crowded living room. She stands at the doorway, watching him clear some space to place his cargo. As he sits down and begins the task of gift-wrapping, she remembers a time not so long ago that his skills in this area were less than stellar. She observes him now with interest as he meticulously folds and tapes the paper, his tongue poking out in concentration. She has to smile as she thinks of the changes that having a family have brought out in this man, how now his Christmas spirit would even rival that of Santa's best elf.

"You know, Baby, if you came over here and helped me out. . . we could get to *later* much sooner," he announces lasciviously, all the while never looking up from his wrapping.

"Oh, okay," she sighs as she wades her way to him and sits close beside him.

"Don't act so enthused," he mutters sarcastically, finally looking at her.

"I would be if you'd just tell me what the surprise is," she declares saucily, suddenly lunging for the bag the that sits on the other side of him.

"Oh, no you don't," he laughs as he catches her in mid-lunge and pushing her back into sitting position. "Just wrap," he scolds pointing to the unwrapped gifts.

She gives him a little pout and picks up a small package. It's then that she looks over and notices Mulder beginning to wrap a Disney Princess dress-up set.

"Mulder, Rachel already has plenty of dress-up clothes," Scully chastises gently.

"She's our only daughter, Scully" he replies with a shrug. "She deserves to be treated like a princess."

"And I suppose our only son deserves to be treated like a basketball player?" she inquires, holding up a boys Knicks jersey with 'Mulder' printed on the back and matching shorts she found in the box she had picked up.

"Not just any basketball player," he corrects with excitement. "The New York Knicks' Star Center."

"Yeah, yeah, so you've predicted before."

"I mean, picture it now," he proclaims, holding his hands up to make a frame. "Will Mulder, you've just won the NBA Championship! What are you going to do now?"

She can't help but laugh at his exuberance. She loves listening to him predict their children's futures, all the while knowing that if their successes come in different packages, he'll be just as proud. Seeing Mulder as a father can still be a shock to her at times, although she should have guessed that he'd take on parenthood with the same dedication he had to his quest.

They wrap the rest of the presents in much the same manner, enjoying one another's company and bantering back and forth. When they finish Mulder leans back into the couch and pulls her with him her back to his chest.

"So, are we actually done this time, or do you have more gifts stashed somewhere?" Scully jokes, snuggling into her husband.

"We're done," he replies simply, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Mmm, good," she murmurs softly, then turns her head to look at him. "So, do I get my surprise now?"

"Of course," he answers, sitting up. "But you're going to have to let me up."

"Mulder, the bag is right there," she whines, pointing to the bag at his side.

"I know that, but this surprise needs to be presented properly."

Scully grudgingly moves from her comfortable seat to allow him to stand. She watches him grab the bag and start to the stairs.

"Where are you going with my gift?" she asks in surprise.

"Patience, Scully, patience," he cries over his shoulder as he hurries up the stairs.

She shakes her head as she lifts herself from the floor, wondering what exactly Mulder has up his sleeve. As she waits, she moves to the mantle and picks up a the new Christmas picture of their smiling children. She thoughtfully runs her finger over the faces of whom those close to them affectionately refer to as clones of their parents.

William's tall for six years old, and is the spitting image of his father, she thinks to herself as she gazes at his prototype, complete with hazel eyes chestnut hair and generous but fitting nose. The big difference between him and his father for the time being is the gap where his two front teeth should be. Then her eyes focus on their baby, Rachel. *Well, not really a baby anymore,* she thinks, looking at her four-year-old angel in all her red-haired, blue-eyed glory.

Scully immediately places the picture back where it belongs as she hears Mulder's descent down the stairs.

"Don't turn around," he announces suddenly. "I'm not quite finished yet."

She hears him fiddle around with something, all the while fighting the urge to turn and see just what he's up to.

"Okay, you can turn around now."

When she turns around and finally gets a look at Mulder, she can't hold back the chortle that escapes her. Her eyes scan his body from the black leather boots on his feet to the red fluffy pants and coat, then the fake white beard on his face, and finally the fluffy red cap on the top of his head.

"Is this my surprise, Mulder?" she inquires incredulously, eyeing him again from head to toe.

"Well, yes," he replies with humor in his voice. "I know how much you like men in uniform."

"It's a Santa suit," she states plainly, successfully keeping her laughter at bay.

"I know! Isn't it great?" he proclaims in excitement, twirling around, showing her the whole outfit.

Finally Scully allows a warm chuckle as she throws her arms around her own not-so-little jolly elf.

"It's exactly what I wanted." A stray hand tugs at the beard as the elastic automatically snaps it back into place. "A bit overdressed, perhaps, but otherwise exactly what I wanted. My own personal Santa."

"Mmmmmm. . . so you're my own personal elf for the night?" he inquires as his lips seek out hers.

"I'm whatever you want me to be," she replies between kisses. "Santa."

Both are unaware of the tiny little spy at the top of the stairs, and neither see the large eyes popping out of Rachel's little face. Nor do they hear her scampering little feet.

They *do*, however, hear her excitedly- and *loudly* --whisper, "Will!!! Santa's in the hall kissing Mommy!!!"

And as they hear two pairs of feet now barreling down the hallway, they each share a warm grin and a chuckle.

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Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white;

Oh, what a laugh it would have been

If Daddy had only seen

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.

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