From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 18 Nov 2001 22:02:11 -0000
Subject: " A Baby\'s Love " by Starrlyte
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"A Baby's Love"

by Starrlyte ( Tiff Devol)

Rating: PG

Category: MSR, baby fic

Spoilers: TINH Part 2, and Season 9

Author's Notes:  I haven't really
been inspired to write for quite
some time, but this just came to 
me on a beautiful sunny day in
South Texas and I thought I would
share :)

Disclaimer:  All things X belong
to Chris Carter and 1013.  I'm 
just borrowing....for now...


He laid there staring up at his mother.
So this is what she looked like?  The
first hours after his birth were filled with
confusion and blood.  Lots of blood.  He
had felt steady hands around his 
shoulders, gently pulling him to the world.
And when he was finally delivered, he
felt her presence near him.  Turning his
head to the sound of her voice, he cried
out, waving his tiny fists.  But he had felt
another presence as well and it frightened
him deep down in his bones.  He knew that
presence and he turned away from its cold,
gently searching for his mother's spirit.  

She reached out to him then, and brought him to 
her chest.  There nuzzled against her, the rapid
beat of his newborn heart slowed to embrace
her calm.  He tried to blink her into view but
her beautiful mystery evaded him.  

The room felt electric as loud swooshing 
noises filtered in through the front door.  
Then a man came out of the light searching
for her, calling out her name.  The tiny babe
cuddled against his mother startled when 
hearing the man's voice and began to cry.
He recognized this deep silken voice and 
he wanted to sound the alarm.  His mother 
was growing weak and she needed the man
to help her.  Feeling the man come near him,
the babe's crying grew softer.  As he was
scooped into the air, the tiny child drew
a deep breath and then settled against 
his father's shoulder.  Here he felt the safest.
His father would save them both now.

A few days eased by and the baby slept 
often, resting his tiny brain for the great
journy ahead.  His dreams were filled
with color and magic, and he awoke to
the soft humming of his mother.  All of 
this time spent tiny knees curled to chin
inside of her womb, and now he wanted 
to see her so badly.  But again he could not
blink her into view.  "Give it time." His father
breathed to him.  "You shall see her soon."
And so the babe was patient and loving, 
knowing that it was only a matter of time.

But the next morning he woke up crying.
He had a bad dream and his mother lifted
him against her shoulder and began to pat
his back.  Her soft words were like music 
against his curving ear and he calmed rather
quickely.  But still he knew something was 
wrong because the man had not woken him
that morning.  The man was going away.

"We're gonna be ok."  His mother cried 
softly as she bounced him against her shoulder.

His mother was still upset several days 
later and the baby soon began to gage her
moods.  She had spoken loudly that morning
with another man whose voice he knew.  And
she had left for a little while that evening.  That
night he had another bad dream, but when he 
awoke his mother was there rubbing her thumb
across his cheek and he had tried again to bring
her into focus.  She picked him up and settled
down into a nearbye chair and he became excited
for he knew his belly would now be full.  He waved
his tiny fists eagerly as she undid her blouse.
The babe suckled hungrily at her breast and felt the 
warm milk run down his throat.  He could feel
her heartbeat through her chest and he felt
a pang of guilt.  He had been scaring her lately
That morning when he made the stars move,
she had been frightened.

When he was finished, his mother brought
him into bed with her and laid next to him
running her fingers along his soft forhead.  
He looked at her again, determined to see her
and he blinked forcing his week old brain 
to show her to him.  Several seconds passed by 
and slowly fuzz was replaced with contrast and
color.  He saw her eyes first, the softest shade
of blue.  Next her lips, a faint red....then her
hair gently faming her face.  He found that he
could not stop staring at her.  Curling his tiny
hand around her finger he turned his head 
against her neck and closed his eyes.  She was
so beautiful and so full of love for him.  The babe
felt suddenly very lucky.  This woman had waited
her whole life for him, and he loved her.