From: "Dream Cole" Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 09:55:58 CST Subject: xfc: NEW: Wonder (1 of 1), PG, MSR Source: xfc From: "Dream Cole" Title: Wonder 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. This is kind of a continuation of the Dream Series, although it is quite obvious what happened. The order in which their lives would go (in timeline order, dates are when written) is as follows: Serenity- 1st Feb. 2000 Miracle- 3rd Feb. 2000 Misery- 3rd Feb. 2000 Bliss- 2nd Feb. 2000 Dream- 1st Feb. 2000 Love- 1st Feb. 2000 Wonder- 6th Feb. 2000 Joy- 5th Feb. 2000 If you are missing a piece, let me know and I'd be happy to get it to you. Summary: Mulder admires his baby girl. 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, sometimes Dana. But Mulder is still Mulder. Wonder My baby girl is three months old today. Hardly a feat I know, and not something most parents would celebrate, especially at... 1:35 in the morning. But, seeing as how I am up and I just realized Dream's age, I'm celebrating. Plus, I never thought I would ever have a little baby (let alone a precious child as cute as this) that would survive this long, so, why not? I'm not saying I wish something bad upon her, good heavens, no. I would do anything to take care of her, to protect her from the evils her mother and I experienced. It's just that, well, we've had so many obstacles blocking us from reaching this point and now that we're here, I keep looking back. I don't want to look back. I just want to keep doing what I'm doing: watching in wonder as this little... angel I helped bring into this world changes day by day. She's as cute as can be but I can't help feeling this overwhelming desire of... worry. What if... Ah, there's so many of them. But I try to catch myself and keep track of the good in life and not the bad. That, of course, starts with Dream. She's just three months old and yet she's brought such happiness into my life. I find myself gazing at her, just staring in complete wonder of what she is and what she might become. And why we were blessed with her presence. She still wakes up in the middle of the night, explaining why I'm up so late (or, rather, early) in the night. But her tears are easily cured and, once she is fed and satisfied, my lazy (but loving) wife gives me the opportunity to rock her to sleep, not a difficult task. I loved the very idea of her. When we discovered that we were, in fact, expecting a child, I was in shock. Then I was worried. But, finally, I was happy. How could I not be? I'd always wanted a little baby and when I finally got to hold her in my arms I was... in awe. And now, three months later, I can still hardly believe my good fortune. Her little face scrunches up as she yawns and I continue to rock back and forth. How it must feel, I wonder, to be able to lie, completely relaxed and at ease, on someone's chest, surrounded by both warmth and love. It's amazing, just watching her, as she grips tightly to my t-shirt, her face angled just right so that she breathes perfect spurts of air right on my neck. She starts fidgeting and wakes up, soft cries indicating her need for attention. I pull her back to face me and her cries fade as she slightly moves her head to examine me. *Yes, this face looks familiar. Right, I've pulled on that nose before. And that hair, it smells great. I think he's... dad. That's it. Dad.* Her face relaxes and, as her blue-green eyes focus on mine, I see a hint of a smile being to appear. A smile? I lean closer and smile brightly, hoping to get her to follow my example. Her lips twitch and, sure enough, it does seem to be a smile that she gives to me. Even in the dim moonlight, I am certain and my smile gets wider. I pull my daughter close to me and place a kiss on her forehead. I rock her back and forth, amazed at what just took place. What a wonderful feeling. She sniffs, burrying her little nose closer to my neck. She's asleep. I'm in shock. I'm thrilled to pieces that *my* child *smiled* at *me*. I can't wait to tell her mother. I can't wait for any future smiles I might receive. I can't wait til... No. One moment at a time. That's how I vowed to live my life, ever since the day I got married to the woman of my dreams. So instead of planning for the future, I revel in the knowledge that my daughter smiled at me. Author's note: Cheesy? Rereading it, I think it does sound a bit cheesy? I don't know, I just finished watching a new episode of The X-Files not more than an hour ago and it always throws me off, how different the characters are from what I've changed them into. Hmmm. Well, comments and suggestions are always welcome.