From: "Nicole Anderson" Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 21:55:55 -0700 Subject: fan-fic submission Source: direct Title: Happiest Day of My Life Author: Scully3 Rating: G Classification:Vignette/Angst Spoiler: Requiem Disclaimer: Scully, her mother, Mulder and Skinner are not mine. They belong to Chris Carter and his crew. Bummer. Feedback: PLEASE!!!! Scully3@ivillage.com Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Today was the day all of my dreams were supposed to come true. So why does it seem like the worst? When the doctors announced, "It's a boy!" I burst into tears. My mother thought they were tears of joy. But, instead of sobs of happiness, the sounds escaping my mouth were the echoes of my heart breaking. My son. His son. I had hoped for a girl. I thought, if it had been a girl, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. As I hold my son in my arms, I can see him in his face. He has his father's hair. He has his father's nose, the poor child. He has that same pouty lip. He is a living memory of what I have lost and my soul shatters over and over every time I look at him. A.D. Skinner was there with my mother and me in the delivery room. He was the first person to hold my child. It shouldn't have been that way. His father should have been there. It should have been his father the doctor handed the scissors to cut the cord, not his grandmother. That delivery room was the most depressing room I have ever been in. It was as if there was an empty spot by my side, just waiting for him to walk up and hold my hand. I finally decided on a name. Samuel Fox Scully. When I was dreaming of a girl, I had planned on naming her after Mulder's sister, so I figured this was as close as I would get. He should be here, filling in his information on the birth certificate. I have to do it alone. I cried the entire way from the hospital to my apartment. My mother drove me home, it should have been him. Every step of this process reminds me that it should be him here with me, helping me out of the car, carrying his son into the house, placing him in his bassinet. Everything is wrong. It's like a bad dream I can't wake up from. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.