Summary: Today is the day we are going to get our son. Disclaimer: CC's lease is up, so they're mine! All mine!

I really don't think I need to point out the irony of being here.

Waking up in this vaguely familiar motel room.

Shielding my eyes from the sun seeping through the cracks in the cheap motel curtains.

Glancing to my left and seeing Dana Scully lying beside me.

The latter isn't so much ironic as it is spectacular.

I'm pretty sure I don't need to explain just how incredible it feels to actually exist within the realms of this woman again.

Kissing her.

Holding her.

Laughing with her.

Crying with her.

I shift closer to her, just close enough so I can feel the heat of her body against mine. Been too long, Fox. Been way to goddamn long.

I carefully roll out of the hard motel bed and stretch ferociously, taking a quick peek out the window.

I'm almost positive I don't need to recall all of the times I looked out into the hot New Mexico sun and thought of them.

How I left them.

How I walked away from my baby.

And from his mother - the one person I promised myself I'd never walk away from.

I saunter into the bathroom and run cold water all over my face. I stare at my reflection for what seems like eternity.

I begin my morning ritual as though nothing special is going to happen today.

As though today isn't going to mark the beginning of the rest of our lives.

She's awake and dressed when I return to her bedside. She's perched on the edge of the bed, staring into oblivion.

I approach the bed and stand over her. She looks up at me, and our eyes lock. My heart pounds.

We converse silently, the way we always have. We exchange unspoken emotions - fear, joy, and memories of the past nine years all at once.

I know I don't need to pretend that she doesn't notice my eyes pleading with her. I don't need to pretend she doesn't know what I want to do.

How she always has.

How those eyes pierce into me like you wouldn't believe.

How damn near impossible it is to pull yourself away from her gaze.

I nod slowly, and she inhales shakily.

Her eyes fill with tears, understanding my silent declaration. She reaches out and touches my cheek, and then slowly traces her fingers down my jaw line.

I reach up and take her hand in mine. I kiss it, place it on my chest and pull her into an embrace. She smells of lavender and mommy. I ache.

We pull apart, and we look at one another once again.

"Mulder...?"

It's all she can say.

It's all I need to hear.

I nod and smile.

"Yes."

She allows a sob to escape her throat, but she's smiling. Tears of joy well up in her eyes, but she doesn't allow them to team over their safe barrier.

We don't speak.

We don't make a sound.

I really don't think I need to point out the irony of being here.

Waking up in this vaguely familiar motel room.

Shielding my eyes from the sun seeping through the cracks in the cheap motel curtains.

Glancing to my left and seeing Dana Scully lying beside me.

The latter isn't so much ironic as it is spectacular.

I'm pretty sure I don't need to explain just how incredible it feels to actually exist within the realms of this woman again.

Kissing her.

Holding her.

Laughing with her.

Crying with her.

I shift closer to her, just close enough so I can feel the heat of her body against mine. Been too long, Fox. Been way to goddamn long.

I carefully roll out of the hard motel bed and stretch ferociously, taking a quick peek out the window.

I'm almost positive I don't need to recall all of the times I looked out into the hot New Mexico sun and thought of them.

How I left them.

How I walked away from my baby.

And from his mother - the one person I promised myself I'd never walk away from.

I saunter into the bathroom and run cold water all over my face. I stare at my reflection for what seems like eternity.

I begin my morning ritual as though nothing special is going to happen today.

As though today isn't going to mark the beginning of the rest of our lives.

She's awake and dressed when I return to her bedside. She's perched on the edge of the bed, staring into oblivion.

I approach the bed and stand over her. She looks up at me, and our eyes lock. My heart pounds.

We converse silently, the way we always have. We exchange unspoken emotions - fear, joy, and memories of the past nine years all at once.

I know I don't need to pretend that she doesn't notice my eyes pleading with her. I don't need to pretend she doesn't know what I want to do.

How she always has.

How those eyes pierce into me like you wouldn't believe.

How damn near impossible it is to pull yourself away from her gaze.

I nod slowly, and she inhales shakily.

Her eyes fill with tears, understanding my silent declaration. She reaches out and touches my cheek, and then slowly traces her fingers down my jaw line.

I reach up and take her hand in mine. I kiss it, place it on my chest and pull her into an embrace. She smells of lavender and mommy. I ache.

We pull apart, and we look at one another once again.

"Mulder...?"

It's all she can say.

It's all I need to hear.

I nod and smile.

"Yes."

She allows a sob to escape her throat, but she's smiling. Tears of joy well up in her eyes, but she doesn't allow them to team over their safe barrier.

We don't speak.

We don't make a sound.

We don't need to.

We just know what we have to do.

When we're about ready to go, she suddenly stops. I don't question her. I let her do what she needs to.

She drops everything and slowly makes her way to the window. The sun pierces into her eyes, but she makes no move to shield them from its harsh rays.

She gazes out for a few moments, and turns back to face me. She sees how intently I'm watching her, and she blushes.

"I can feel him," she whispers.

I'm certain I don't need to question that for a split-second.

I'll never forget the way she looked with him.

The way she held him.

The way she talked to him.

The way he looked up at her, with those eyes. Her eyes.

"I know you do."

I go to her and she crumbles into me.

But I feel her strength. She's unbelievable.

And she makes me strong.

I'm damn sure that I don't need to doubt that today we are going to find my son.

Our son.

A child who, with the help of his mother, singlehandedly restored my belief in faith.

And hope.

And love.

He belongs with us.

And I'll keep running for the rest of my life if I have to.

I need him. And Scully needs him. So much.

I never knew I could love like this. I never knew.

I can feel him too, Scully.

Today is a good day.

Today is a new day.

Today is the day we are going to get our son.

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Wow, what a slump I've been in. I can't believe I haven't written for this long! Fanfic is all we have now, guys! That and re-runs - you lucky US people and your FX! Anyway, feedback is always welcome! Drop me a line any time at <xfgurl@hotmail.com>
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