From: "Dream Cole" Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 11:39:23 CST Subject: xfc: NEW: Miracle (1 of 1), PG, MSR Source: xfc From: "Dream Cole" Title: Miracle 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 the Dream Series, although it is quite obvious what happened. In case you didn't notice, it's now a series: the Dream series (even though there are some where Dream hasn't arrived). The order in which their lives would go (dates are when written): Serenity- 1st Feb. 2000 Miracle- 3rd Feb. 2000 Misery- 3rd Feb. 2000 Bliss- 2nd Feb. 2000 Dream- 1st Feb. 2000 Love- 1st Feb. 2000 If you are missing a piece, let me know and I'd be happy to get it to you. Summary: Mulder writes a journal entry after a doctor's appointment. Disclaimer: I don't own em. I'd like to, but I don't. Notes: 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. Miracle I never liked doctor's offices. Ever since I was young I had been frightened by the absence of color in everything. It felt cold and sterile, not appealing to me at any age. And a lollipop was no consolation to the terror I felt, let me tell you. You'd think I wouldn't mind anymore, seeing as how often I visit the hospital over. Nope. Wrong. I still hate it and if I could find some way to never go again, I'd be thrilled to pieces. Except today my beautiful wife had an appointment at the doctor's. The OB/GYN, as she put it. Ugh. And my job, as the dutiful father-to-be, is to accompany the mother and protector of my soon-to-arrive child to these lovely appointments. Great. I don't understand how she can't be even slightly shaken up by what she had to go through. A doctor (a lady, thank goodness), looks... down there. I mean, it's one of my favorite places and at home I often reiterate how much I love her... there. But when a complete stranger is doing that, no thank you. Call me a cab, I'm outta here. Either way, after waiting quite a while, we entered a room. My beautiful bride was to lie down on this... I don't know what it's called. It was steel, but padded, with stirrup-like things where she was supposed to put her legs. Lovely. I turn around and pretend to be fascinated by the information on the wall while she got herself situation, then made my way to her head and refused to look below the neck. The doctor came in, very nice person, and checked her out. Now, I have not a clue what she did because I refused to look. I just stared at Scully's beautiful blue eyes and nodded to everything the doctor said. Because, frankly, I felt it was none of my business to be peeking down there (even though, technically, I could). Too embarassing for me. Then the doctor put some gunk on Scully's belly and waved a little *thing* around. When she stopped I could hear something. When I asked what it was, you know what she said? It was my baby's heartbeat! My baby has a heartbeat! Of course, logically I knew my child had to have a heartbeat but I think until today I hadn't really accepted (or believed, take your pick) the idea that we're having a baby. But it's true: inside my wife's belly grows a little child that has a heartbeat and which soon will be ours. But that wasn't all. The doctor did an ultrasound. And on this screen, in black and white, I could see this *thing*. Very descriptive, I know. But there was no other way to put it. At first I had not a clue what we were looking at but then we were pointed out body parts. And I realized that what I was looking at was our child. Ok, it's a little fetus, barely recognizable, but still. We weren't going to find out the gender but it didn't matter because the little darling had it's rear end facing us. Our baby was mooning us! Well, anyway, after the visit was over we got a print of the ultrasound, as well as the tape, kinda like a souvenir. So here I am, just staring at this picture of our baby, our little miracle as Scully puts it. And I have to agree. This infant is our little miracle and we will love him (or her) so dearly. I can't wait til he or she is here so I can hold him (or her) in my arms and love him (or her). So, this is why I'm keeping this journal. So that when our little baby, our little miracle, has come into this world, he or she can read this and understand exactly what I felt like. And right now I'm feeling, blessed. Yes, I think that's the right word. I feel blessed that I am lucky enough to have a gorgeous wife and a child on the way. I hope you understand, little baby. I love you so much already. So very much. Love, Dad Author's notes: Um, just want to say thanks for all the e-mails and keep them coming, one can never get too much praise! Always, any qustions, comments or suggestions are always appreciated.