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Title: Slumber Watching I - Dana Summary: Mulder POV. Short interlude for the Past Pretending universe. His thoughts as he watches one of his girls sleep. Dedicated to the usual suspects who should know who they are and to everyone who sent feedback on any story in the PP universe. The illuminated numbers on the bedside clock roll over from 2:36am to 2:37am. Usually, I would be too busy sleeping soundly to notice. Ever since I began sharing a bed with Scully, I've been able to enjoy peaceful nights of undisturbed sleep. Nightmares no longer corrupt my dreams, they are all full of Scully and Alicia, my girls. On the occasional night when sleep escapes my grasp or when I wake up suddenly without knowing the cause, I take advantage of the silence and time alone to think. I've already checked on Alicia, she was sleeping soundly, enjoying a dream. Now I'm back in the warmth of my bed, gazing over my fiancée. I still find it hard to believe. A month ago, I could only dream about Dana Scully. I had no idea where she was, I didn't know what she was doing and I certainly didn't know if she was thinking about me. Now I know. Only in my dreams did I think we would have children together. I didn't know we already shared a beautiful child. I do now and I have never felt so much love as I do for Alicia and Scully. I can't picture my life without either of them now. It would have been difficult moving on without Scully before we were reunited but since then, I now cannot see myself without Scully or the daughter I knew nothing about. The last few weeks have gone by so quickly. I've treasured every moment we've spent together, as a couple and as a family. I wouldn't trade them for anything. I couldn't. My Scully is even more beautiful now than she was then. Hard to believe, I know, but true. Motherhood definitely agrees with her. Her eyes are closed but I can tell she's dreaming. A soft smile curves her rosy lips, forming a dreamy expression. I find myself unable to hold back a grin as she dreams because I know that somewhere in her sleep, I am there. That might sound egotistic. It probably is. But I know she dreams of me just as I dream of her. I lie beside her the bed dipping ever so slightly as my weight moves from being in one place to another. Automatically, instinctively, Scully rolls towards me. She cuddles up to me, fitting into my side perfectly. I swallow a lump of unexpected tears and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. I bury my face in her neck and inhale the natural scent of Scully, mingling with her delicate perfume. I pull away to study her closely, knowing that if I tried whilst she was awake, she would blush and mock-scold me for being too soft. Her lips part slightly and she sighs contentedly, snuggling closer into me, her head resting on my shoulder and tilting her face invitingly up to mine. What man can resist the woman he loves? I lean down and brush my lips against her in the softest of all kisses. Apparently, it satisfies her and she lowers her face, burying it in my chest. Silken strands of red hair tickle my neck and I smile. My hands trace random, invisible circles on her back and shoulder and I kiss a trail from her shoulder up her neck to her lips. She smiles in her sleep, dreamily again. I wonder if she's dreaming of our wedding. I know she's been looking forward to it as much as I have, which is almost as much as Alicia. Alicia can't wait. She's looking forward to being a bridesmaid and wearing a pretty dress. That's all I've been told about my bride-to-be's gown. It's pretty. Anything on Scully and Alicia would look ‘pretty' so it's not a very revealing description. She looks so sweet and innocent as she sleeps. A stranger would not be able to tell from looking at her that this soft, delicate woman is a doctor and an F.B.I. Agent and has been a single mother for three years. She doesn't look as tough as she is. It just goes to show appearances can be deceptive. My musing is cut short by the object of my studies stirring. Her eye lids flutter and open and she gazes at me with those dazed and dreamy blue eyes, misty by a sleepy haze. She smiles up at me and my heart seemingly swells within my being with love. I smile back and steal a slow, sugary sweet kiss from her lips. That makes her smile even more. "Sleep, Mulder," she murmurs, her arms wrapping around my neck, drawing me down against the soft pillows. We shift so she is comfortable in my arms and I'm in hers and then we gaze at each other in silence. She breaks the silence by chuckling softly, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks. "Go to sleep, Mulder. ‘Licia's be here soon enough." Sleep slurs her words and I do as she tells me. I close my eyes as I know she's right. In less than two hours, our wake up call will come in the form of our bubbly daughter, full of energy and ready to start a brand new day. The End.
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