Title: Nothing Says Love Like Something From the Oven
Author: RLO
Feedback: thurzepol@gmail.com
Spoilers: Three Words, Empedocles, Alone

Summary: Sometimes, the only way to get your message across is to be direct and literal.

Author's Notes : As always, these characters do not belong to me, they belong to 20th century Fox, Chris Carter. Not mine. Not writing this to make any money. On with the show. . .


Scully's Apartment 8:00pm

A nearly nine months pregnant Scully slowly paced between the kitchen and the living room. She sighed in frustration as she checked her watch for what was probably the one hundredth time. She had showered and changed into jeans, a pale blue cotton t-shirt and a blue hooded cardigan. There was a significance to the outfit she chose to wear this evening.

Mulder's miraculous return from the great beyond had not been without problems. He felt as though everyone and everything had gone on without him, including her. She tried not to let his indifference hurt her. She rationalized it as his way of coping with the trauma from his abduction. With everything that he was going through, he also had to deal with the fact that she was pregnant.

Scully sensed the unease her new condition brought him. She tried not to pressure him. She got one hell of a shock when she found out that he thought she was carrying someone else's child. How could he ever think that she would want to have another man's child? Mulder's mistrust hurt her. She gave him time to sort through all of his jumbled thoughts.

One day, of his own accord, he dropped by her apartment and the conversation was steered in the direction of the identity of her baby's father. Unfortunately, their talk was cut short due to the placental abruption she suffered and had to be taken to the hospital. He visited her in the early morning to find out how she was doing. She told him that she was going to be okay. As though he needed his own proof, he reached out and placed his hand on the mound of her distended belly. It was the first time he had touched her after learning she was pregnant. She saw the wonder, joy in his hazel-green eyes and she smiled. Their child moved within her, reacting to its father's touch.

Several days later, she was released into his care and they were able to reconnect with a pizza and the gift that he had brought her. A cloth doll, a family heirloom he had called it. Yes, this was family. He was her family and she his. It was at that moment that she decided to ask him to be her lamaze coach. Who better to be her coach than the baby's father? Of all the things that she had witnessed while working with him, the last thing she ever expected to share with him was lamaze classes. He had surprised her. He was attentive, sweet and caring. Fox Mulder had been known as Spooky Mulder, but she never thought she would be referring to him as father-to-be. He was going to be a father. If Scully was apprehensive about impending motherhood, she imagined Mulder was going through the same thing. At least, for the time being, she would calm his thoughts about the paternity of her child.

There was a loud knock on her door and she went to answer it.

"Hey Scully, I'm on time for a change," he said sheepishly as he stood outside of her apartment. She shook her head dismissively as she stepped to the side to allow him to come inside. He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him.

"I know I told you we were going to have dinner, but that's not the only reason I invited you over," she stated nervously as she looked into his eyes briefly, then looked towards the floor.

Mulder chewed on his lip. "Uh huh, why are you so nervous?" he asked as he took off his coat and hung on the coat rack by the door. "You want to have your wicked way with me, is that it?" he asked as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

"Why are you always thinking about getting lucky?" she shot back. She put her hands on her hips.

"Admit it Scully, you want to get lucky too," he said as he distractedly played with the hood of her cardigan. She reached for his hand and held it as she led them over to the kitchen.

They were standing in front of her oven when she released his hand. He had a puzzled look on his face. She smiled.

"Getting lucky aside, I made you something that I hope you will like," she said with a smile. She was positively beaming.

He scratched his head. "Scully, you know I already love your cooking, now come on, what gives?"

She shook her head. "Open the oven door, Mulder," She instructed him. Sighing with exaggerated effort, he did what she asked. Now that the oven door was open, she handed him a pair of oven mits. Pursing his lips, he slipped them on.

"Okay, now what?" he asked as he stood there wearing the oven mits. She stifled her laughter then pointed at the middle rack.

"The answer you seek to a question that has been on your mind can be found on the middle rack of the oven. Seek and you shall find," she added ominously. He shook his head.

Mulder went along with her little game. After all, why not humor his pregnant partner? He had missed this. He reached inside the oven and pulled out a baking pan with what looked like a large hamburger bun on it. He saw that his name had been written in blue icing. He continued to stare at it, still not getting the point.

"Now, do you have your answer?" she asked with a smile.

He shook his head. "I don't get it. You want to make me a giant hamburger?"

"No, I don't want to make you a giant hamburger, this is a clue to the puzzle you want to solve, so solve it," she told him.

Mulder chewed on his lip. He was holding a baking pan with a giant hamburger bun with his name written in blue icing. What could this possibly mean? He looked at Scully and she wasn't offering up any other clues, but she was giving him the brow.

"Oh Mulder, it still amazes me how you were labeled the best profiler in the VCS and yet you can't figure this out even if your life depended on it," she said as she placed her hands on her hip. He shot her a defensive look.

"Does my life depend on me solving this? Are you threatening me?" he asked, sounding somewhat scared.

She snorted. "I'm not going to hurt you, although I should. Look, put the pan down on the table and we'll figure this out together," she said as she moved closer to where he stood.

"Think about what you just did, the whole picture. You pulled a baking pan with a hamburger bun that has your name written on it out of the oven. Essentially, YOUR bun was in MY oven." She emphasized the last parts in hopes that he understood. Again, Mulder took her clues and tried to come up with the answer.

He looked down at the bun with his name on it, then he glanced over at Scully. Her face was expressionless. He gazed down at her swollen belly. He concentrated on the protruding bulge that was well highlighted by the shirt she wore. At that moment, the gears in his head stopped all together and he gasped in shock. His eyes widened at the implication.

"The bun in your oven is mine!" he yelled excitedly.

She released an exasperated breath. "It's took you long enough to figure it out. Why would you ever think otherwise?" she asked seriously.

"I thought it would be too good to be true for me to assume I was the father from the beginning, so I just assumed the worse, I'm so sorry for being a jackass," he added sheepishly.

"Well, I can accept that. Still, if you weren't sure you could've just asked me," she said as she placed her hand on his forearm. He nodded. He reached out to touch her belly. After all the anguish and the frustration, he knew with certainty that the child she carried in her womb was really his. His.

He cleared his throat. "So Agent Scully, do you happen to have an explanation as to how you came to have my bun in your oven?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "You know, the birds, the bees and the alien chasing g-man. Birds do it, bees do it, even educated MDs do it with an alien chasing g-man," she said.

He chuckled. "Ex g-man remember?" he patted her distended abdomen with great affection and she smiled.

"Details, details," she chided.

"Speaking of details, I noticed that you used BLUE icing to write my name, are you telling me in your enigmatic Scully-way that our baby is a boy?" he asked, a spark of hope in his eyes.

"Since you went through all that trouble of figuring out my little puzzle, I guess I can give you this one, yes, we're having a boy, happy?" she smiled widely.

"Extremely happy Scully, thank you," he said as he encircled his arms around her. She held him as tight as she could with the bulk of the baby between them. Mulder felt her firm belly pressing into him and smiled at the sensation. Everything he wanted was found in this woman who never gave up on him. He didn't know what the future held, but he was happy.

The End

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