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Dana Scully thought she had finally come to accept the fact that she would never have children. No wait, she had come to understand the reality of her condition, but she would never accept it. No be sure she was not married and her career took precedence over her life, but the information had made her cry when the shock wore off and the knowledge at last sank in.
They had robbed her of even the option of having her own family, along with the five unaccounted for and nightmare inducing months of her life, and she hated them for it.
Then she discovered Emily and dared to dream again. Tears pricked behind her eyes and she felt them threatening to rush forward in twin salty streams down her cheeks at the thought of her lost daughter. One hand slide down to her stomach and rested protectively there. She could not explain what had happened, by all the precepts of science the child now growing in her womb should not exist.
Dana got out of the hospital bed and walked over to the window, the brilliant sunlight fell over her like a warm blanket. It was a beautiful day outside, taken in combination with the news she had been given less than an hour ago she would have been ready to call this the best day of her life, but for the glaring absence of the man who had been such a constant presence in her life for the last seven years.
��Is this how you felt when I was taken, Mulder?�� Dana asked quietly, knowing he could not hear her. His disappearance, abduction, rendered the day bittersweet.
She returned to the bed and sat down. When she told her family she knew the questions they would ask, questions she could not answer. Bill would assume the child was hers and Mulder��s and he might be right. Dana knew that she had never slept with Mulder, but then again she had not been with anyone else recently and she allowed herself to open her mind to what her partner referred to as the realm of extreme possibilities.
She started to cry as she thought of Mulder, the tears a release of emotion from the shocking events of recent days. She had never felt so alone in her life and yet she knew she carried another with her. She clung to the thoughts of the child, the joy she felt at the prospect of motherhood and allowed that to fuel hope that Mulder might return.