Title - Out Now Author - Lass Mulder Rating - PG Category - SRH Spoilers - Small Potatoes Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully are not mine, they belong to CC and 1013 productions. They're great characters that I like to borrow once in awhile, that's all. Summary - This is written suposing Mulder and Scully are already married. Scully is having a baby, and things get a little crazy in the hospital. This is *not* a typical soppy romance "baby" story. Authors Notes: A lot of stories about M&S having a baby are mushy and lovey- dovey. I'm trying to get away from that. PLEASE tell me if it works. I live off of feedback. =============== "Fox..." Dana Scully gently shook the man laying next to her. "Fox..." Mulder rolled over, facing away from her. "Mulder!!" "Whuh-?" Mulder sat up with a start, his sleepy eyes unwilling to open. "Mulder. Wake up." "Yeah. What do you need?" he asked tiredly. "I need you to drive me to the hospital." "Why?" "BECAUSE THIS BABY WANTS OUT NOW!!" Scully roared. Mulder leapt out of bed, grabbing the bag of clothes and other needed things that had sat at the bottom of their bed for over a week now. Shoving his feet into some sneakers and slipping into an old T-shirt he headed toward the door. Sleeping in sweatpants had been a good idea. "I'll drive, Scully," Mulder offered, his sleepy mind still not connecting. He was glad Scully had decided to keep her name. They still called each other by their last names, only using "Fox" and "Dana" when apologising, being especially sweet and when they were in bed. "Yeah, you better. I can't fit behind the wheel like this!!" The two made their way out to the car, Mulder holding the door open for his wife. It had been more than a little surprising when they found out Scully was pregnant. As Shaina Berkowitz had put it, "You can't plant a seed in a barren field." But neither of the two were complaining. "Just breathe, Scully, breathe..." "Stop telling me to breathe!! I'm a doctor!! I know what's best for me better than you do right now-ow-ow-OW-OW!!!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Arriving at the hospital, Mulder was frantic. He jumped out of the car, running to help Scully into the ER, the whole time yelling for a wheelchair and a nurse or doctor. "How can I help you, Sir?" "I'm going to have a baby!!" Mulder yelled at the small woman dressed in a very unflattering pink outfit, sitting behind the front desk. "Excuse me, Sir?" "*ME*!! *I* am going to have a baby. NOW!" Scully held onto the bottom of her large stomache, leaning against the counter and Mulder's side for support as the contractions got worse. "Alright, Ma'am. What's your name?" the nurse asked as she quickly got a wheelchair and helped Scully into it. "Dana Scully," Scully puffed. "OK, Dana. And who is here with you?" The nurse asked calmly. "My husband... Just... Just call him Mulder." "Uh..." the nurse looked strangely at the nervous man before her, then turned her attention back to Scully. "How far apart are the contractions?" "15 to 20 minutes. And, just so you know, I *am* a doctor, so I know what's going on. Ooooh... OK." Scully took some slow, deep breaths as the contractions subsided. Mulder stroked her head comfortingly, not knowing what else to do. "Alright. There we go. I'm going to get you up to Delivery now, OK? I think we have time, so you won't have to have this baby in the ER. Sound OK?" "That's fine. Thank-you." The nurse pushed Scully's wheelchair towards the elevators, pushing the UP button. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Ggggggrrrrrrrrr....." Scully low growl filled the hospital room. Mulder was sitting beside her bed, stroking her hand which was viciously gripping the bed railing. "OK... It's almost.... There, there, the worst is over... Coming down... OK. That one wasn't so bad, was it?" Mulder asked, watching the monitor next to him, as the line came down from the high peak. "Don't go there, Mulder..." Scully groaned through gritted teeth, trying to calm down again. "They get worse. Can I have some more ice?" Scully asked, sighing. "Sure." Mulder jumped up. "I'll be right back." "That man is going to kill me. I'm not going to be able to keep him in the room for this..." Scully said to the hideously striped blue and pink wall. A few minutes later Mulder returned with a fresh bucket of ice. Slipping a dripping cube into his wife's mouth, he smiled. "Hmm. Are you still glad we didn't ask to see the ultra-sound results? I mean, are you still glad we don't know whether it's a little Samantha, or a little Walter?" Mulder asked, smiling. "Mulder, we have gone through this too many times already. We are *not* naming this kid Samantha, and you're nuts if you think we're naming it after our boss, either. Hand me the name book again." Scully held out her hands toward the overnight bag that was tossed on a chair beside Mulder. Even after 9 months they hadn't agreed on a name. Mulder handed her the book. Scully flipped through the first few pages and skimmed along through the girls names. "I still like Rachael..." "Agh... No." "Well, what do you want? Other than Samantha... Oh, God. OK, here we go again...." Scully's voice rose as her muscles tightened. Leaning forward, she squeezed her eyes shut and ground her teeth. The contractions were coming closer together now. Poor Mulder had been being the caring husband, holding his wife's hand. Now he was seriously regretting it. Scully's grip was like iron, and he feared by the end of the contractions, he wouldn't have anything recognizable as a hand at the end of his right arm. "Uh, Scully... Let go of my hand please." "GrrrrrraaaaAAAAAA!!" "Or you can just hold onto it...." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Mabel." "No." "Betty." "No." "Hilda?" "No!" "Gillian." "Agh! No!! Mulder, you have horrible taste in girls names." "Bambi? Phoebe." "Mulder, I'm going to have to hurt you..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Oh my God!! Mulder, I'm going to *kill* you!!" "Scully, you're crushing my other hand now..." "You did this to me!! You got me pregnant!! You and your stupid, strong swimmers!!" "Scully, ow, OK, you don't have to bite my hand.... OW! Uh, nurse? Doctor? HELP! SOMEBODY!!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Mulder sat back, rubbing his bandaged hand while Scully looked calmly through the name book again. "Alexander." "No." "Richard." "No." "George." "No." "Beauregard." "*NO*." "William." "Isn't there enough of them in our lives already?" "True. Darth." "As in Vader?" "Not nesessarily." "Scully, you pick the most boring and dumb boys names in that whole book." "What do you want? Should we get creative like your parents? "Yes, this is our son, Wolf." Or should it be Bear?" "Ha ha. Very funny, Scully." "Elk? Rabbit? Moose?" "Scully, I'm warning you..." "Duck, Squirrel, Kangaroo...." "Scully..." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "OK, Dana. I've gone over your chart, and I think you'll be fine. I'm surprised it took you this long to decide to pop that baby out. You're almost..." The doctor looked down at her chart. "A week overdue." Scully nodded her head, feeling another contraction starting. They were almost constant now. "Hmm... those contractions seem awfully close. I think we'll move you into a delivery room now. Mr. Mulder? Please put these on and meet us in there... We'll be right down the hall." The doctor handed a mask and some other medical clothing to Mulder and started helping the orderlies wheel Scully's bed out the door. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Mulder... I'm... going to... KILL YOU!!! You BASTARD!!" Scully yelled, hitting Mulder with one hand while digging into his arms with the nails of the other. "Dana, here. Grip this. There we go. Mr. Mulder, I'm going to have to ask you to step back. You seem to be upsetting her." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "No! I want to stay with her!!" Mulder yelled as he was pushed out of the room by a large male nurse. "Well, she doesn't seem to want you in there. You're upsetting her further. Please wait out here." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Where's my husband?? Mulder? Mulder, I need your help!!!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Mulder... I can't do this..." "Shh. Yes you can." "Dana, I'm going to ask you to push on this next one. Can you do that?" The doctor shifted in her seat, looking questioningly at her patient. Scully nodded miserably. "Fox..." "I'm right here, I'm right here..." "OK, ready, Dana? And.... push!" Scully squeezed her eyes shut and ground her teeth, groaning. She leaned forward and shook her head. Mulder looked anxiously from his wife to the doctor and back to his wife. "Almost there... One more. You're going to have to push a little harder. This is a big baby and you're a small woman. Ready? We're going to push again..." Scully thought bitterly, <*we* aren't going to push again. *I* am ging to push again. All you have to do is not drop the baby, you bitch> "OK... Now... Push!" Again, Scully shut her eyes and leaned forward. Her mouth was twisted in a grimace and Mulder thought the veins in her head were going to pop. She silently strained, holding Mulder's hand. "Why is the baby not out??" she yelled as she finished pushing. "I'm sorry. Once more, Dana. This will be the last one, I promise. Trust me." "What do you know about trust? Don't talk to me about trust!! You want to know about trust? Try working with this man here!! *THEN* you'll learn about your God-damn trust!!! Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh!!!" Scully flopped back against the hospital bed, heaving. She could hear the sound of a baby crying. "Here you go, Mommy and Daddy. You have a little baby boy." Taking the small crying bundle from the doctor, Scully started to cry. Lifting it up, out of the blanket, she looked at the little piece of her and her husband. "Uh, Scully, turn him around... what's that?" Mulder asked. "Oh, no..." The small baby stopped crying and wagged it's tail. "Should we call it Eddie?" Mulder asked.