From: "Dream Cole" Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2000 07:45:28 CST Subject: xfc: NEW: Bliss (1 of 1) PG, MSR Source: xfc From: "Dream Cole" Title: Bliss Author: Dream Cole E-mail: dreamcole@hotmail.com Rating: PGish. Classifications: V, MSR (Okay, MSM), S Spoilers: None. But I'm ignoring any episode that said Scully could not have children. So you can say it didn't happen or there was some miracle between then and now. This is kind of a continuation of Serenity, although it is quite obvious what happened. Summary: Mulder takes care of his wife. Disclaimer: I don't own em. I'd like to, but I don't. Notes: Like I said in the spoilers, I refuse to admit that Scully can't have kids. I think the rest of this is pretty clear. E-mail me *any* comments, please! Be warned: if you are one of those who complained I explained too much detail, run away! This is all Mulder's thoughts and he notices a lot and says very little. By the way, I call Scully... Scully, among other pet names. I can't see them (Mulder and Scully) suddenly calling each other Fox and Dana. Peace She had disappeared. Not disappeared as in abduction or anything like that (I don't think) but all I knew is that I had been staring at the stupid computer trying to pull up a case file (Scully did some rearranging) and then I looked up and she was gone. But, hey, I'm an FBI agent- I can track her down. Clues. Her purse was not on the chair next to the file cabinets and was, therefore, with her. Her chair (the one I got her recently, it revolves!) was still spinning ever so slightly. And the door appeared to be flung open, as if she left in a hurry. Ah ha! There's only one place she could be. Opening the drawer, I grabbed a packet of crackers and made my way to my wife. I opened the door cautiously and found what I suspected: my beautiful bride leaning over the sink with a pale look on her face, brushing her teeth. That could only mean one thing. "Morning sickness?" I asked, just to be sure. Those two words caused her to stop fixing herself up and, giving me a look of pure disgust, run to the nearest stall where I could hear her disposing of the remains of her breakfast. I sighed and, as she returned to my side, handed her a cracker. She swung herself delicately onto the counter and leaned against the mirror. Perfect, it was my turn to take care of her. Grabbing a paper towel, I moistened it, using it to mope off the sweat that had appeared around her face. I dug through my pockets and came up with a mint, which she accepted gratefully. I whipped out a comb and started brushing her gorgeous flame-red hair, which she has let grow out. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss and stepped back to take a look at her. Not good. She still looked exhausted and had a faint greenish glow. *She should not have to work so hard. She deserves to be in the warm depths of our bed with me waiting on her every wish.* I placed a quick call to our boss and said that we're sick and on our way home. (Ok, I left a message, I'm still scared of him.) I pulled the love of my life off the bathroom counter and supported her back into the office, where I gathered our stuff and made our escape as quickly as possible. After all, you never know when someone might need us. So now here I am, lying in bed, my arms wrapped around the woman of my dreams, who sleeps and dreams. She's been suffering from morning sickness for practically her entire pregnancy- about three months- and I ache for her. I wish I could take away her burden, especially the pain we know she will experience during labor. But I am her support, her strength, and I accept it. After all, what better way to spend a Monday afternoon than relaxing in bed with a gorgeous woman. This is bliss. Author's notes: Sorry, this is kind of out of order. I want to go back and fill in the blanks. Except, I'm not willing to explain how they got married and how Scully got pregnant. If you are enjoying this, even a teeny bit, please let me know.