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Title: A Mother's Love Summary: A little bit of Scully, a little bit of Mulder, and a little bit of Baby William. Scully's thoughts on William. In the distance I hear a soft crying. It sounds like that of an infant. I come to realize it's William and that I'm still in the dream world. I slowly pull myself from the depths of sleep to find that I still hear the crying. I look around at my surroundings and find myself not in bed, but on the couch in the front room. Slowly I rise off the couch and make my way down to my bedroom. I look into the small bassinet at the foot of my bed and see him looking up at me. His crying stops when he sees me standing above him and I smile. He just wants a little loving. I look up in time to see his mobile start to move at it's own accord. My eyebrow instinctively arches and I look back down at William. He's grinning at me. I check the mobile and it is still in the "off" position. *Weird.* I reach down and pick him up out of the bassinet and rock him in my arms lightly and kiss his forehead. *What a beautiful baby you are.* By the look on the young infant's face, I feel as if he heard my thoughts and knew what I said. *What is coming over me? I'm seeing things move by themselves... I'm thinking that this child can hear my thoughts... What next? Will he start floating in the air?* Suddenly I feel a hand clamp firmly on my wrist and I jump nearly out of my shoes, and at the same instant an ear piercing scream leaves my throat. My loudness seems to have upset Will, because he is now crying. "Shhh..." I hear a voice behind me say. I smile when I realize it's Mulder. "Don't scare me like that!" "Sorry." I rock Will lightly and hold him against me, and he stops crying within seconds. Mulder comes in front of me and takes the child from my arms and holds him close to him. He kisses the baby's forehead and I smile at the tenderness this tall, lanky man can have while holding such a small and delicate thing. I can hear Mulder saying things to the baby, but I can't make out what he's saying. I lean back against the wall and watch Mulder handle his son in such a delicate manner that it makes me want him to handle me like that. I look at little William and think of how much I love him. *My little miracle.* I never pictured myself as a mother. Especially when I found out I would never be able to have children. After this, having William has made this more special and precious to me. *And just to think... I almost lost him. If it wasn't for Krycek... neither William or I would be here today.* Hearing of Krycek's death was somewhat of a blessing and somewhat of a dismay. I mean, the man saved my life as well as my unborn child... but there's no telling what he could have done in the future. Who knows, maybe he saved us so that he could later on he could take William from me and do God knows what to him. There are so many possibilities of what he could have done and it makes my head hurt. I shake my head to get these thoughts from the depths of my brain and glance at Mulder again. He's still holding Will... who now lays asleep in his father's arms. I smile softly and whisper under my breath. "I love you Fox William Mulder... and I love our son just as much." --END- End note: I know... kind of sappy, but this is what you get when you're sitting in Information Processing at Clearfield Job Corps center on a rainy Halloween Day in the year 2001 with nothing to do and you're dressed up as Scully. *smirk* It makes you want to write anything that pops out of your head in the way of X-Files. Anyway... send me feedback! Good, bad, or indifferent! :) AgentLeki_1013@yahoo.com
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