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Title: Velvet Summary: Mulder/Scully experience the birth of their first child..in a secret/romantic hide-a-way. This was it. The moment Scully and Mulder had been waiting for. Her water had broken. The baby was coming, no matter what. Scully sat bolt upright. She glanced at the clock by her bed. 10:13pm. Something woke her, but she couldn't figure out what. Then she shifted, and felt something cold/wet under her legs. She flipped her sheets aside and gasped at what she saw: A large pool of clear liquid drenched the bed from between her legs. She dialed Mulder's home number, as they agreed, were it to happen at night when they were at their homes. Cell phones could be tapped too easily. A sleepy voice answered after one ring. He must've been sleeping with it, she mused. "Mulder, it's me." She spoke quietly, breathlessly. Mulder sat upright in his bed, cradling the phone closer to his ear. "Scully? What's wrong?" Mulder's concerned sleepy voice wavered. "It's time. Come now, and make it fast." Scully's shaky voice whispered urgently. "I'm on my way, don't move OK Scully?" Mulder hung up. He made another quick call, spoke a few hurried words and hung up. He dressed quickly and was out the door and in his car within minutes. He drove fast, yet kept a close eye on cops and anyone who may be following him. The coast looked clear. Mulder pulled into Scully's Apartment complex, jumped out, and ran softly up to Scully's door. He entered without knocking. Scully was curled up on her bed, shaking, but didn't appear to be in any pain or harm. Mulder gently approached the bed, lay next to Scully, and cradled her head in his hands. He gazed deeply, soulfully into her eyes. "Scully, it's time now, I'm going to show you what I have in store for you and our baby. He smiled and kissed her on her forehead. Scully knew that there was something special in store for her when the time came, but she couldn't figure out what. What she did know, was that they both agreed that they would not go to a hospital, or use any attendants for the birth, that they would have their baby by themselves. With the strange circumstances of their child's existence, and perhaps even origin, they did not want to bring any other people into their situation. She guessed that the plan up Mulder's sleeve was a secret, safe location was secured for her to give birth, but that's all she could guess for now. Mulder produced from behind his back, a beautiful, long white flannel nightgown. She gasped at its Victorian beauty. This was an unexpected gesture. He helped her out of her now-soaked pajamas and into the new, warm nightgown. It looked beautiful on her. "Trust me now, Scully," Mulder softly murmured into her hair. He picked her up, walked out of the Apartment, set her gently onto the front seat of the car and they drove away silently, quickly into the night. There was no pain yet, and they were relieved. They needed all the time they could get to execute their plan, still unknown to Scully. She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes feeling safe in Mulder's care. It only seemed minutes, but was actually nearly an hour later, when Scully opened her eyes to find the car had stopped. Nearly complete blackness surrounded her. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the outlines of a large Warehouse in front of them. It appeared to be the only building in site for miles around. "Well, here we are." Mulder grinned mischievously. He got out, and carried her to the back of the building. They entered a small, concealed door. Inside, Scully gasped at such beauty! They were inside a large, windowless room. But incredibly beautiful!! Everything in the room was covered in richly solid-colored velvets of silver, emerald green and dark gold, the most prominent color being garnet-red. There were panels and panels of it draped on walls, gracing nonexistent windows. Ornate couches, end tables and other furniture shone like jewels. The entire room glowed with candlelight. Hundreds and hundreds of them. Some in candelabras and wall sconces and even a crystal chandelier made of them. The entire space was decorated like the inside of a medieval Renaissance castle! "Oh Mulder!" Scully breathed, her eyes feasting on every lavish detail. Mulder was rewarded by the look on Scully's face. He wasn't finished yet with what was in store for her, for them, and for the birth of their child. He led her to the couch and helped her get comfortable. "I'll be right back." He spoke softly. He went to a far corner of the room and brought back two glasses of what looked to be wine, but was grape juice. "To Us and Our Baby." Mulder held up his glass and lovingly kissed Scully, then softly kissed her belly. She giggled as they clinked glasses. As they drank, she took the opportunity to scan the room taking in more rich details. There were beautiful paintings on the walls. A large fireplace graced one wall, complete with roaring fire. Her eyes stumble onto a startling, yet familiar sight.... A birthing bed equipped with leg-supporting stirrups. It looked warm and inviting, positioned close to the fireplace, and draped in more crimson velvet blankets and fluffy pillows. Her ears pick up soft, beautiful music that filled the room from an unknown source. Wow!. Scully excitedly thought to herself. This atmosphere is such a perfect setting for our baby to be born! She opened her mouth to ask Mulder how he arranged all of this, when a sudden, searing pain slices through her lower body. She dropped her glass, feeling suddenly drained, and gasping for breath. Her hands gripping the sides of the couch. It passed quickly but left her stunned. She wasn't quite prepared for this! Mulder cradled her to him, caressing her hair and gently rocking her as he spoke. "OK, Scully, this is it. It's happening now; You have to let it happen. Leave everything to me." He spoke softly yet confidently, reassuring her. Scully whimpered. "I'm scared, Mulder. I don't know if I'm gonna be able to handle this or not." The doctor in her mentally kicked her for the cowardice. Yet she felt so vulnerable! Mulder held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes. "Listen to me. You are going to be fine! Just trust me. I'm going to make this a beautiful and romantic experience for you... for us. Despite the pain." Love welled up within her and choked off any words she could utter. She nodded, nestling close. She trusted him implicitly. He felt her melt against him, surrendering herself completely to this setting and experience that Mulder (with help from the Lone Gunmen) painstakingly set up for them. Another pain gripped her, this time it came on slower, so she could breathe through it. Mulder spooned behind Scully, lay back on the couch and rested his hands on her stomach. The waves of pain grew more intense. Gripping his hand, she tried to relax and ride with it. Mulder spoke softly in her ear while caressing her hair. Time stood still. Although she was in pain, she felt safe and happy to be here and with the man she loved for so long. After the contraction subsided, she gazed drowsily into the fireplace, allowing the crackling flames and soothing music to lull her. The next few contractions were relatively easy to handle; yet she felt overwhelmed at how different they were. The pain was too much! She lost track of time. Panic filled her. She forced herself to concentrate on Mulder's face, breathing and panting as if for her very life. Now it was getting tough. Sweat poured off them with each contraction. Their intensity forcing them to their knees to handle it. Mulder, never losing eye contact, softly slapped her to keep her focused on him. "Mulderrrrrrrr!!!" Scully grunted. Hysteria rising in her voice. "I can't do it anymore!!!! She started to cry and shake uncontrollably. The rational doctor in her was nowhere to be found. Mulder inserted a gloved hand to examine her. He could tell she was fully dilated. Everything was going well so far. He discarded the glove and held her panic-sticken face in his hands. Dimly, Scully wondered where Mulder obtained all the medical supplies that were nearby. He must've taken them from her apartment earlier. What mattered now, was taking her next breath!! "SCULLY, YES YOU CAN! SCULLY, LOOK AT ME!!" He had to force her to listen to him. His voice softened. "Not much longer now, Sweetheart. I need you to get up and walk to the bed. Can you do that?" She nodded weakly. "Good." He supported her as they walked slowly over to the birthing bed. He lifted her onto the table and covered her in a red velvet sheet. He gently guided her legs onto the stirrups and positioned her body in the necessary arrangement. After preparing her, he went to the side of the bed and held Scully's hand during the next contraction. He bathed her face with a warm, wet cloth. He had to work harder with her now. She was losing control. He gently but firmly stilled her writhing body and spoke urgently. Crooning to her: "I need you to help me now. You are doing So good, Honey!" Smiling sweetly, he kissed her face. "On the next contraction, you can start pushing, OK Scully? I'll be right here with you." His hand still in hers. Scully felt like she was so far away. She dimly heard that she could now give in to the contractions and start pushing. This relieved her, as the fighting was now too much for her. The next pain literally took all the breath away from her. Her eyes widened in fright. Mulder almost nose to nose, willed her to breathe in deeply through her nose, hold it and push. He did it with her, bracing his own body against hers to add strength. He supported her as she tucked in her chin and bore down, her free hand grabbing onto a handbar on the side of the bed. It felt better and worse to push. The pain of pushing the baby downward was dreadful, yet giving into the urge felt good. What also felt good, were Mulder's soothing actions; bathing her face; raking fingers through her hair. Willing her his strength. His touch and his voice softer than the velvet around them. Oh this WAS such a beautiful, romantic experience, despite the pain! The next contraction takes her by storm, starting at the peak! She half yelped and screamed as she struggles for control. He guides her hands to the handbars, instructs her to take a deep breath and calmly walks to the foot of the bed. Glancing at the nearby table of supplies to make sure everything is handy, Mulder folds back the velvet, covering her legs.... The baby was starting to crown! He took a deep breath himself and commanded Scully to bear down again. "Push, Scully, I'm right here!" he cajoled. Straining from the effort, she pushed. Hard. The baby's face was emerging! Mulder gently supported the perineum as the whole head slowly slid out into open air. Scully fell back panting. Now the baby did a slow turn while still inside her, ready to come into the world. Mulder was awed holding his baby's head in his hands; emotions flooded him; He had seen Scully go through so much, she'd taken on everything from sewer monsters to feeling her heart being ripped from her. Through it all, she continues to be strong, and marvels at her strength now. He shakes his head to bring himself back to the present. Breathing harshly, Scully, on her own, grabbed the handbars and bore down with all her might. The baby slid out into Mulder's hands. "It's a girl!" Their beautiful, human daughter wiggling and wailing at the sudden intrusion into the world. Scully was laughing and crying, as Mulder gently placed their baby onto her chest. The baby calmly gazed into her parents' eyes. She put the baby to breast and the nursing started up the familiar pushing urge for the placenta. Once the placenta was taken care of, the cord cut, and everything cleaned up, Mulder came to the side of the bed, cradling both his lover and his daughter. His tears of joy mingled with Scully's as they gazed lovingly at their miracle of life, already asleep. Life couldn't get any sweeter than this, Mulder sighed to himself. The sun rose just then, as if to echo the sentiment. The End
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