From: "Leslie Cummings" Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 19:04:50 -0000 Subject: submissions Source: direct Title: Take-Out For Dinner Author: Barenaked Bostonian Rating: PG-13 Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance Disclaimer: La la la, Chris Carter is a jerk doo daa, doo daa, I hate Chris Carter, all the doo daa freakin day! Summary: Refer to title. Distribution: Anywhere and everywhere! Just tell me and I'll be happy and content. Feedback: Scully9485@hotmail.com Thanks: To the pizza man who just brought us pizza and mozzerella sticks, mmmmm. Lisa for telling me that yeaning is NOT a word. Amanda and her computer, Ari, Kelly who made states, Ms. A who doesn't have a Playstation (HAHAHA). Carm, Lesley, Aiah who has a really cool name. Scully looked at the file for the thousandth time that day. She just couldn't find a break in the case. There was nothing new, and anyway, her eyes were becoming tired and watery. The new life kicked inside of her again. Though this had happened a thousand times since she had gone through the late stages of her pregnancy, it didn't cease to amaze her. She smoothed a hand over her abdomen gently. A smile creeped up on her cheeks when she thought of the value that this life held. To her as well as to Mulder. It was his child. It was thier miracle together. Even though she thought it was silly, she knew that this was what all of their hard work had led up to. This life. The life that was meant to be created by both of them. She closed the file and placed it back in its proper place. She stretched her back and yawned. Grabbing her purse and coat she locked the door and left. At her apartment, a figure was sprawled out across the couch. He heard a key slip into the lock. He sat up and smoothed his shirt over, ran a hand through his hair. She entered, looking weary, and her eyes widened at the sight before her. "I thought you were in England." she said. "I was." Was all he said, a grin appearing as he walked to her and held her for a moment before pulling away and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Good." She said and smiled at him. "How was it?" she asked hanging up her coat and putting down her pocketbook. "It was London, it was rainy." he said, putting his arms around her hips from behind and rocked her in his arms. "Hey Scully?" he said. "Hmmm?" she asked content at being wrapped in his arms. "Marry me." he said quietly. "What?" she asked slowly. "Marry me. You, me, get married. I love you, I want to keep you forever, or a least until you get old and wrinkly." he asked, squeezing her tighter. "Gee, that sounds so great. Old and wrinkly." she said leaning against him. "You're avoiding the-" "Yes." she said in a whisper. "What?" he asked and stopped rocking her. "I'll marry you. I want to marry you." she spun in his arms and kissed him quickly. "Now, call for the food." She ordered. "Yes mam!" he said and picked up the phone. The End Yeah, I just wanted to write this before I started on my project. So it sucks, Yeah, they always do soooooo. Here it is. I mean what would Scully want but food when she's pregnant?