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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