| Title - A More Perfect Fit Author � DM E-Mail address � [email protected] 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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