Title - A More Perfect Fit Author -- DM E-Mail address -- unruhe1121@hotmail.com Rating - G Category - VR Spoilers - Alone Keywords - Mulder/Scully Romance Disclaimer- Is this really necessary? Summary - "Yeah, I can feel him and I'm overcome with awe. That's my little baby. *Our* little baby." Notes- This is a sequel to "The Dance" but you don't need to read it to understand what's happening. However, I'd love it if you would! It can be found here: http://www.geocities.com/dmldr42/TheDance.html Also, much thanks to Carol... for cleaning up the mess that is my writing. =) All of my other work may be found at: http://www.geocities.com/dmldr42 Your hands are so small, funny how I've never really noticed before. If you only knew how delicate and fragile I now consider you to be, I'm positive you wouldn't hesitate to aim and shoot that weapon I know you still carry at me. But, I'm willing to take the risk. I know that deep down, you enjoy my appreciation of your femininity; you're just not quite ready to admit it yet. I was, however, impressed by your invitation today, even though you caught me completely by surprise. If you hadn't asked, I would have offered. But, I'm still proud of you. Especially knowing how uncomfortable you were muttering the words. "Mulder?" You asked, quietly... almost hoping I wouldn't hear. "Yeah?" I'm always listening, Scully. "I signed up for this class... uh, for the baby... and, well, mom was supposed to come with me, but I told her that since you were back..." You stopped, trying to glance down at your feet, your condition making it a nearly impossible physical feat. "Never mind, forget it..." Uh uh, not so fast, Scully. "What class?" "Mulder. Really, it's no big deal. Forget I mentioned it." "Scully." I know you find it hard to resist me when I'm serious, when I look deep into your eyes and simply say your name. Call me egotistical, but it's a fact. How else do you think I kept you with me all these years. If you have a talent, you should use it. At least that's what my mother used to tell me. "It's just Lamaze class, Mulder... I can breathe on my own, really." Ah ha! I can't help the smile that creeps across my face and lights up my eyes. "Of course I'll go with you, Scully." Your expression tells me how much you hoped I'd say yes; I don't think you really expected it, though. Your smile reflects my own. "Thank you." Any time, Scully... any time. "You're welcome." After spending such an intimate hour together, preparing for our miracle, it seems natural to take your hand in mine. I've never been one for sappy, romantic notions, but I could swear your hand was made specifically to fit mine. Never has there been a more perfect fit. You're hungry, and if the little one is anything like his dad, I think Chinese might be just what he's craving. So, just to show you how thoughtful and considerate I am, I'm going to take both of you out to dinner. And, if you're good, maybe ice cream for dessert. "I had fun, Scully. Thanks for letting me tag along." I grin, biting into an egg roll. "I know you must have been uncomfortable in there, I really appreciate you doing this." "I wanted to do it; I've missed far too much already." What I would have given to see your face, as the doctor told you the good news. I don't mention it, though. All it would do is bring to mind painful memories we'd both just assume forget. You smile, a bit unsure of exactly how to respond. "Well, thank you." "My pleasure." "Ooo!" Your hand flies to your belly and I'm about out of my seat and ready to rush you to the hospital. You glance up, a smile radiating on your beautiful face, so I sit back down and try to calm my heartbeat. "Someone's happy." You must sense the question I can't quite ask. "The baby, Mulder. Come here." I scoot closer as you take my hand and guide it to rest just above your navel. "There." You giggle. Yes, Scully, you giggled. "Can you feel?" Yeah, I can feel him and I'm overcome with awe. That's my little baby. *Our* little baby. "Hey there." I look up into your eyes with a grin that can't be wider. "He's a strong one, isn't he?" " `He', Mulder?" "Yeah, well, let's just say I have a feeling." "Oh? Is this the same feeling that prompted you to buy that little baseball mitt I found in the closet?" "Scully! You weren't supposed to see that!" I don't know what else I expected. You're an investigator by trade, after all. "`Sides, girls can play baseball too." "Ah, so the infant sized Mickey Mantle jersey is also for our daughter?" "You bet'cha. Didn't know you were so gender biased, Scully." Yes, I say this to tick you off. Snooping isn't nice, you know. Your raised eyebrow assures me I've made my point. After dinner I suggest ice cream. I can see your mouth water, so I take your hand as we walk a couple doors down to McConnell's. "Hi Dana," Jerry, the owner, greets us. "It's Mulder, right?" He nods in my direction. "Yeah," I smile. I have no proof, but I'm extremely suspicious that `Dana' frequents the ice cream parlor quite a bit more than she's willing to admit. "What'll it be? The usual, Dana?" Uh huh, you've been had, Scully. You look up, a sheepish grin on your face, then nod your head yes. I do note that `the usual' is still pistachio, which literally makes my skin crawl. I'm a bit more boring and opt for french vanilla. I pay the man and slip my arm around your shoulders as we step out the door. "Have a nice night, folks! See you tomorrow, Dana." We walk in silence for a few moments, and I simply can't resist it any longer. "So, *Dana*," I clear my throat, "is there something you need to tell me?" A sharp elbow makes contact with my rib cage. I just smile and pull you close as we head home. It's become a ritual, I think, watching you fall asleep on my shoulder after the evening news. Your hand rests gently on my chest, right over my heart. I kiss your forehead and allow my fingers to brush gently through your hair. It's much longer than usual; I like it this way. There's more of it to play with. You let a sigh of contentment escape your lips and nuzzle my neck with your nose. "You're tired, Mulder... we can go to bed." You say as you make yourself more comfortable in my arms. I smile and kiss your forehead once more, "maybe in a little while..." I untangle my fingers from your hair and rest my palm on your tummy. The little one must know his daddy is near, because he kicks a grand hello. I smile, closing my eyes to revel in the moment. I'm not surprised to feel your hand find its way to cover mine. Yes, this is the life I never knew I always wanted. "Night, Mulder," you manage before you drift into unconsciousness. "Night, Scully." End. 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