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Title: Sarah 15. Interlude III Summary: Bedside musings for Mulder and Scully. Note: For those of you that have been following this series, please note that this is the penultimate part. Scully woke from a deep and pleasant slumber. She had been dreaming of Mulder. She stretched contentedly, smiling at the memory of the night before. Their lovemaking had been enjoyable, as ever, intense, satisfying. Scully looked to the side of her. The space beside her was empty - had been for some time given the coolness of the sheets. Scully glanced at the little bedside clock - 2.00 a.m. She knew where he would be - down the hall in the guest room, sitting on the bed, watching Sarah sleep. Scully slipped naked from beneath the sheets, and pulled on the deep green silk robe Mulder had given her for Christmas. She pulled the belt tight and made her way along the passage. The guest room was now kept in a permanent state of readiness, given that Mulder was once again spending more time at Scully's place than at his own. It was easier that way - she had a big bed and they could make love in comfort. Not that they did that every time he stayed over - sometimes they just kissed and cuddled, enjoying the closeness without the intimacy. Mulder sat on the little bed and gazed down at Sarah. She lay on her side, curled up in a fetal position, facing away from him. One small hand cupped her cheek, while the other was balled into a tiny fist and rested beneath her chin. A single loose braid hung down her back, and Mulder resisted the temptation to unravel it and spread her glossy locks over the pillow. He knew that Scully wouldn't thank him in the morning if he did that. Mulder turned as the thin shaft of light from the hall flooded into the room and Scully glided in. "Scully," he said softly. "I thought you were asleep. Did I wake you?" "No," she answered with a smile. She glanced down at the child. Sarah had been completely unfazed at discovering her father and Scully in bed together after that first time. She was more excited with the prospect of this new development bringing her a baby sister. "I can't believe she's mine, Scully - that I made her." Mulder's soft voice had that childlike tone of awe and surprise about it. He would sit by Sarah and think about the wonder of life and of creation, still not quite able to see how he could have created something so perfect when so many other things in his life had turned out bad. She wasn't perfect, of course - she could be naughty, and sometimes drove her father to distraction. Sarah was her father's daughter and she shared his temper. It fascinated Scully to see them squared off against one another, two sets of dark eyes flashing and two sets of pouty lips that pouted even more when they were angry. "I know, Mulder," answered Scully. "You should be very proud of her." Scully wondered whether he would be as proud of their children, or love them as much as he loved Sarah. Sometimes she wondered if his love for Sarah didn't border on the possessive, but when she thought about it, she realized that he only wanted the best for her, as he only wanted the best for Scully. It was his way of showing how much he cared, how much he loved them both. She had the feeling that, when the time came for Sarah to fly the nest and make her own way in the world, Mulder would find it very hard to let go. Sarah shifted onto her back, her arm thrown out to the side. Mulder took hold of her small hand, enclosing it in his own. He slipped his free arm around Scully's waist, pulling her close and resting his cheek against her stomach. Her hand came down upon his silky head and smoothed his dark locks. "Come back to bed," she said softly. "In a minute," replied Mulder, as he held the two people that he loved more than anything and who meant the most to him. Could it ever be any better than this? The End
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