Title: Miracles
Author: Linda Phillips
Written: July 1997
Rating: G
Classification: SR
Keywords: Mulder/Scully married
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox Network. Also lyrics from the song "Faithfully" by Journey, which are not mine and I don't know who wrote them or owns them.

Summary: A happy ending for Mulder and Scully...and an addition to the family.

Mulder lay awake listening to the radio softly playing. He looked down at Scully wrapped in his arms and let out a sigh of contentment. How did I ever get so lucky? he thought for the thousandth time. To think that a few short years ago, she had been so close to death, to leaving him permanently. If they hadn't found that doctor in France (or had he been found for them? They never did know for sure)... but he wasn't going to let himself think about that now. The "what if " thoughts came to him less and less these days. After a life of living in the past, he had finally started to learn to enjoy the present, and even hope for the future, especially now. She had changed all that.

He lightly lay his hand on her round belly, waiting for movement. He didn't have to wait long. He smiled. hey, whoever you are in there, don't wake your mother up yet! Scully's sleep had become more and more interrupted as the months wore on, as did his own, though he tried not to let on. I hope you have red hair like your mama he thought, trying to picture a tiny baby with a head full of red curls. This was just too damn good to be true. When was he going to wake up and the dream would be over? Nope he thought to himself no more thoughts like that. Not allowed. Nothing but good luck for us now.

His mind drifted back to the day she had officially been told that she most likely would never be able to have children. As a doctor, of course Scully had known the risks of the aggressive treatments she had undergone to put the cancer in remission. At the time, it seemed a small price to pay. But later, when she had been feeling well for quite some time, and her hair was growing back, and her days no longer revolved around thinking about sickness, he knew that it was on her mind. She hadn't spoken to him much about it, but he could tell by the way she suddenly started looking at every baby that went by, and fingering the soft little clothes if they went by the baby department while shopping.

Eventually, without telling him, she had seen a specialist that her internist recommended. He was so accustomed to her having frequent check-ups that he hadn't thought much of it when she took the day off work to go to yet another appointment. All the news had been good for so long that Mulder finally had gotten over that feeling like a hot rock was in the pit of his stomach every time she went to the doctor. So when he came home that night and found her curled up on the couch in his apartment, a pillow hugged to her chest, and her eyes puffy from crying, his knees went weak. He had gone over and knelt in front of her, expecting the worst. "What is it?" he asked, afraid to hear the answer. He had almost cried with relief when she told him. All he could say was "Oh God, you had me so scared!". He knew she was upset, but he remembered the feeling of the breath being knocked out of him by her next statement.

"I don't know if we should get married, Fox."

He had looked at her in shock, and sputtered "wha- why- what are you talking about?"

She looked down to avoid his eyes, as she often did when trying to hide her fear from him. "It's just not fair to you" she had whispered.

"Dana..." he said, cocking his head to meet her eyes. "Dana, look at me." Finally, she did. He tried to think of the right way to say what he was feeling. "I know you're upset about this. And I know that, as a man, I can't completely understand it. But, Dana, babies or no babies, you are *not* getting away from me again! Honey, I love you! Do you think I'd ever want a child if it couldn't be with you?" A tear slid down her cheek, and she reached up and touched his face. "I know you always wanted children," he continued softly, "and I'm so sorry. But we'll work it out, ok?"

Her voice was choked as she spoke- "Not just children, Mulder! I wanted *your* child!" At this she dissolved in tears on his shoulder. All he could do was hold her and whisper "shh-it's ok, it's ok."

That seemed a million years ago now. That next Summer they were married in a small ceremony at Scully's mother's home, outside near the garden. To this day he remembered the fragrance of the flowers all around. The way Scully's mom had kissed him on the cheek and said "I'm so happy! Welcome to our family, Fox." And especially, the way Dana Katherine Scully had looked coming around the corner of the vine covered arbor, in that dress the color of the Caribbean that set off her eyes like sparkling blue topaz. He remembered thinking, man, it doesn't get any better than this. But he was wrong. Little did they know that, 6 months down the road, they were to get an exquisite surprise.

He had been at work that day, she at another doctor's appointment. It was 11:23 am when he got the call. He remembered it so clearly, glancing at the clock as the phone rang, anticipating her call that she was finished at her appointment, and she'd be there soon, maybe they should meet for lunch? What he heard was Scully's anxious voice on the other end of the line, saying "I'm at Dr. Carson's, get over here right now!".

He almost choked on his coffee, and tried to say "What? What's wrong?" but it came out mostly as a garble.

She replied quickly "Nothing's wrong, just get over here!" He managed to say "I'm on my way" even as he was throwing his coat on.

Of course the traffic was horrible, and what should have been a 10 minute drive turned into 20. Not one to normally give in to traffic hysteria, Mulder had found himself shouting at every fool who cut him off, and loudly urging every red light "hurry up, hurry up!" When he got to Dr. Carson's office building he ran to the elevators and pushed the 10th floor button at least 12 times, just in case once wasn't enough. He flung open the office door hard enough for it to bang into the wall, and suddenly all the bored eyes in the waiting room turned to him at once. He leaned over the desk and said breathlessly "I'm looking for my wife, Dana Scully?"

The middle aged woman behind the desk gave him a big smile. "Oh yes Mr. Scully, we've been expecting you. She's right in here." He barely noticed the faux pas then, but it made him smile now when he thought of how many times he'd been called that. He remembered opening the door to the doctor's private office where Scully was waiting for him. He felt sick. Private offices had always meant bad news before. When he entered, she looked up at him with a stunned expression on her face. He felt as if he were frozen on the spot, he couldn't move. He stood there in the doorway and asked with a trembling voice "What is it?" She came over to him and took his hands in hers. A tiny smile tilted the corners of her mouth as she spoke.

"I'm pregnant."

He chuckled a little thinking back on it now. He had nearly fainted, so clich it was pathetic. Now here they were, almost 7 months later, and it would be happening anytime. They were ready, they'd done the Lamaze thing (Well, sort of. Could he help it if he cracked up every Thursday night when all those pregnant women got on the floor and started going Hee-Hee- Hee-Hooo?). The bags were packed. The phone numbers were by the phone. His cell phone batteries were charged and ready (all 4 of them - he'd bought 2 extra just in case ). He mentally checked off the list, nothing amiss. Couldn't be more ready. Then why did he feel like he'd probably run out of the apartment in a shirt and underwear and get to the hospital only to realize he'd left Scully standing at the front door with the suitcase?

Scully couldn't help turning sideways to check out the view in the mirror. Not too bad, just a few stretch marks under her belly, couldn't do anything about that. Actually she felt pretty sexy at times, very earth-mothery. Well, maybe not at first! It's a little hard to feel anything when you are either puking your guts out or feel like you're just about to all the time. She originally had thought that she was suffering from some long, drawn out stomach virus. She had missed a period, or maybe two? she wasn't sure. But her cycle had been so screwed up since the cancer treatments that she didn't think anything of it. Augghh, she didn't miss those early days. But once the morning sickness (why did they call it that when it assaulted you at any given time of the day?) had passed, she had reveled in the feelings she was experiencing. The first time she had felt the baby move she had cried. She called her mom with every new feeling, after every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound. It was uncharacteristic of her to be sharing so much personal detail with anyone, but she felt such a bond with her mother now she didn't even consider not including her. This would most likely be the only grandchild her mother would have with a daughter, and Scully knew how much it meant to her.

Scully turned her attention back to getting ready. Tonight was Agent Thomas's wedding, and it would probably be the last time they would be out to a big "do" before the baby was born. She was determined to look great. She'd spent way too much money on a new dress that she'd most likely only wear once, but she didn't care. One last romantic night out, she wanted to wow them. Him. She smiled as she thought how much Mulder was going to *love* this dress. It was a bluish- green color, his favorite on her, and had a nice deep cut neckline, showing her newly acquired cleavage. It was above the knee, showing her still toned legs (her best feature, in her mind). Yup, you'll do kid, she thought. A last touch up on the lipstick and she was ready to go.

She'd made him wait in the living room for the past 20 minutes while she finished getting dressed, and Mulder was starting to get fidgity. He called out "C'mon, we're gonna be late."

Scully replied sweetly "be right out!" knowing how he hated waiting around, but hoping he would think that it was worth it. He turned to her and whistled as she came out of the bedroom.

"Hey foxy mama-to-be!" He came up and put his arms around her and kissed her neck. "Are you sure we have to go to this thing?" he whispered into her ear. "Maybe we could just stay home..."

She laughed and pushed him away. "Oh no you don't! I spent all this time for my grand finale in the social world, and I'm gonna show it off."

He tried to grab her again. "I don't know if I want all those guys ogling my wife" he said with a smile, as she smoothly moved out of his grasp. She choked out a little laugh-"Oh, yeah, they're really gonna go for a fat old pregnant lady. Some guys have a thing for that you know."

He winked at her."Yeah- I know " he replied with a sly grin as he helped her on with her coat.

The wedding was beautiful, if you don't count that incident with the four-year-old ring bearer who, as he was walking up the aisle, saw his mother sitting in the second pew. He ran the rest of the way to her, and loudly protested that he would not "go stand up there with dumb old Aunt Nina", and clung to his mother despite all entreaties to rejoin the wedding party.

Scully and Mulder went through the receiving line, and, as they gave the new bride and groom their best wishes, Jim Thomas looked at them seriously and said "I only hope that we'll be as happy as you two are." Scully was still smiling about it all the way to the car. Mulder knew what she was thinking, and he squeezed her hand. They both were well aware that their love was a precious thing, hard won through so many struggles. They didn't take it lightly. Each morning when she woke up, Scully thanked God for another day. They both knew that, somehow, they'd been blessed. Their life was full of miracles, the greatest of which was the strength they'd found in each other. She was quiet on the way to the reception, lost in her thoughts. Thoughts that traveled back to another time, a time she tried not to think about any more. It seemed a lifetime away now. Illness, fear, pain... but through it all, his face was always in her mind when not at her side. Mulder and her mom had both traveled to Paris with her when she had been accepted for the experimental treatment. When Scully had told Mulder of her plans to go, he had immediately gone to Assistant Director Skinner and requested a leave of absence, without even telling her. She would never have asked it of him, and he knew that. She had made a feeble attempt to talk him out of it, trying to give him an excuse to change his mind, but he would have none of it. Thank God. Mulder and Margaret Scully had taken turns staying with her every moment, caring for her like a baby when she hadn't the strength to take a sip of water. They had washed her, fed her, done everything, really. Normally of course, she would have died of shame to burden them that way. But all she had felt was sweet relief. It had bonded she and Mulder together as nothing else could have. There was so much unspoken between them, but, somehow, they had never needed words to understand each other.

Their arrival at the reception was met by loud greetings, hearty handshakes for Mulder and tender words for Scully from their fellow employees. They had sort of become the department's pet project, and Scully had often noticed the looks she received at work when they thought she didn't notice, the kind of look you'd give a favorite child. They doted on her constantly. At first it was a little hard to take. She'd always been a strong woman, proud to be able to make it on her own without special treatment. Sometimes she wanted to yell "look, I'm pregnant, not an invalid!" But she knew that their kindness was genuine, and she had finally been able to accept it as such. Their coworkers had given them a surprise shower that had supplied practically everything they would need until this child was 5 years old! Scully had been so overwhelmed that she had stood up at the end of the party to say thank you, but had been so overcome that she had started crying. She'd been so embarrassed! But the good wishes of everyone had smoothed the moment, and Scully had felt truly blessed with friends.

They found a spot to sit, and Mulder went off to get them something to drink. Scully immediately noticed that the hard chairs were going to do nothing for this back ache she'd had all day. She was still shifting in her chair, trying to get comfortable, when Mulder returned. "Sparkling water with lime for the ever conscientious Dr. Scully," he said, setting her drink in front of her, "and a double whatcha- ma- call-it for me." He smiled as he raised his glass to her. "Cheers to my two favorite people" he told her, and leaned over to give her a soft kiss on the nose. They looked around at the huge hall, decorated to the hilt, quickly filling to it's capacity of probably three or four hundred people. Mulder asked her, "Are you sorry we didn't do this big time stuff?" He laughed as soon as she looked at him, with her one-eyebrow-cocked-are-you-kidding-me? look.

A delicious meal later, the music started and Mulder looked at her expectantly. "Care to cut a rug with your favorite G-man?" he asked. "I want to make those guys over there who have been staring at you all night drool on their ties."

Scully looked at him apologetically. "I don't think I'm up to 'Old Time Rock and Roll' tonight, Fox." He perked up as he heard the strains of a familiar slow song start up.

"Aw, c'mon, you can handle this one..." adding the puppy dog eyes for effect.

She had to laugh. "Yeah I guess I can manage it." He held her hand on the way to the dance floor, and swung her gently around to his waiting embrace. They danced slowly, Mulder never taking his eyes from hers.

"Dana, did I tell you yet that you look beautiful tonight?" Sweet!, she thought, that familiar melting sensation spreading over her. He held her so close she could swear he must have been able to feel the baby kicking against him.

"Mmm, you smell so good" she whispered to him. Damnshe thought, if it wasn't for this backache, this would be downright erotic. He dipped her gently as the song ended. "Mulder, people are starting to stare." He smiled wickedly at her.

"Let 'em. Are those guys drooling yet?" She laughed. Another song started and he held her close again. She recognized the words:

"Being apart ain't easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you...

I'm forever yours...faithfully"

She was suddenly overwhelmed by her feelings for this man, and her eyes started to tear Damn these hormones! "I love you so much, Fox. You'll just never know..." He kissed her gently, then deeper, as they danced.

Finally bringing his head up, he said softly, "I do know." And as he looked into her eyes, he saw them widen and a look of surprise come across her face. "Oh my God!" she cried.

"What? What?" was all he could manage to say.

"I think my water just broke!"

By the time they got home, Scully had cleaned up and changed her clothes, and got back in the car, her contractions were coming about every 10 minutes, and Mulder was a nervous wreck. At first she only grimaced with each one, but soon she was breathing deeper and having to concentrate to get through them.

"Shit, I thought this part was supposed to take hours!" Scully moaned after one especially powerful contraction. "The book said they start, like, a half hour apart, not like this!"

Mulder looked over at her consolingly while trying to keep the car on the road. "Leave it to you to want to do this faster than everybody else!" he said. By the time they arrived at the hospital, she was having a hard time concentrating and the contractions seemed to be coming one after another.

They got to their hospital room and Mulder made the phone calls while the nurse got Scully settled. "My name is Joanne, Dr. Scully", the nurse said with a calm voice "and I'll be taking care of you tonight."

Scully managed to reply "Please call me Dana" before another wave of pain washed over her. As soon as she could speak again, Scully asked "Why are these coming so close? Is everything ok?" Joanne held her hand and tried to calm her.

"Look Dana, the fetal monitor is on you,remember? It's telling us that this little baby is doing just great." She pointed out the baby's heartbeat on the monitor. Joanne continued. "Now let me check you and see how far you're dilated." As Joanne did the exam, Mulder tried to listen out of one ear while on the phone to Margaret.

"Dana!" the nurse exclaimed, "you're already 5 centimeters! That's why you're hurting so much already. That's wonderful! I think this is going to go fast for you. I'm going to call your doctor and I'll be right back."

Mulder spoke excitedly into the phone "Did you hear that? 5 centimeters. Ok, we'll see you soon." As he hung up Scully started to moan as another contraction began. "Hee-hee-hee-hoooo" she repeated over and over. Mulder jumped up from his seat near the phone and went to her. She grabbed his hand and squeezed...hard. He tried not to let out a groan. "Hee-hee-hoo? What happened to in-two-three-out- two-three? Aren't we suppose to do that one first?" he asked, flustered.

"I think we skipped that one " she whispered into his hand. He smoothed her hair and wiped her face with the wet cloth Joanne had left her. Scully smiled a little. "Sorry I'm being such a baby" she said. "You're the strongest woman I know Dana" he said quietly. "You're doing great."

The nurse came back to inform them that Dr. Lawrence was on her way. Joanne showed Mulder how to rub her back to ease the back labor, and kept them focused with a voice that was both quiet and strong. "I understand you've been through a lot Dana," she said. "What a wonderful surprise for the two of you. Do you know what it's going to be?" Mulder shook his head, answering for her. Scully had had several sonograms, and almost every time in the past several months the ultrasound technician asked if they wanted to know the sex. But Scully had been adamant about that- she didn't want to know, and didn't want Mulder to know either. He had gladly gone along with her request. The contractions were coming about every three minutes now, and it was obvious that she was having a hard time. Mulder started out each contraction with her, breathing with her, but now at it's peak she was letting out little moans before she could concentrate again.

Joanne said, "Dana, I know you had planned to have this delivery as natural as possible, but I just want you to know that there is medication to help if you need it." Scully was able to manage a quiet "I'm ok" before the nurse left the room again. Mulder fed her some ice chips from the cup and wiped her face again. Another contraction started.

"Ok, honey, here we go.." Mulder started, "Hee- hee-hee-hoo...".

"Mulder, shut up." she snapped as she finished breathing through it. When it was over she said tearfully "I'm sorry!"

He smiled. "Don't worry about it. This must be transition!" Another contraction. "Hee-hee.." Scully cut him off.

"Fox, get the nurse."

His eyes went wide. "What is it?" Scully looked at him hard.

"Just get her!"

Mulder pushed the call button and Joanne came in. "What's going on Dana?" she asked, but Scully couldn't reply in the middle of her contraction. Finally she whispered "I'll take some pain med please." Mulder looked at her with concern. They had talked about this several times, and Scully had been insistent in her resolve that she wanted a natural delivery.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently. She looked at him with eyes that could have drilled holes in concrete.


He chuckled. "Ok, ok, don't go for your gun!" Joanne was back in a flash and injected something in Scully's IV. Boy I guess that tells me how out of it she is Mulder thought. Normally she'd be quizzing that nurse but good ' What are you giving me? What's it for? ' In a few minutes she relaxed and actually fell asleep for that short moment between the contractions.

Margaret Scully arrived soon thereafter. She came to the edge of the bed and took Scully's hand in her own and stroked it gently. Scully opened her eyes and smiled. "Hi, mom..." Margaret's voice was filled with the feelings only a mother can know for her child.

"Hi baby! Are you ok?"

Scully nodded. "S'almost time," she said in a sleepy voice. A tear rolled down Margaret's cheek.

"I know honey! I'm so excited!"

Mulder took the opportunity to stretch his legs. He headed to the waiting room and bought a soda from the machine. He gulped it down as he paced, thinking I am definitely not ready for this But ready or not, he was going to become a father in a very short time. He had been so worried at first - what kind of father could he be with the screwed up family that he came from? Whenever he would bring it up, Scully listened patiently, then told him the same thing every time: "I believe in you." And now, well, he had to believe in himself as well. He headed back to the room, and Scully was just finishing a contraction when he came in. She saw him and reached up to him, grabbing his hand tight, and brought it to her face as she closed her eyes. Margaret stood up and gave him a hug.

"I'm gonna wait in the waiting room like a good grandma. This is your time Fox. You know where I'll be if she needs me."

He looked at her appreciatively. "You are the best mom-in-law in the whole world. That's why I married her you know." Margaret laughed and headed for the door. She turned back once and blew her daughter a kiss, mouthing the words "I love you." Scully gave a little wave and a smile. Mulder bent down and asked her "Are you sure you don't want her here? I don't mind, you know."

Scully shook her head. "Not right now. I just want you."

The door opened and Dr. Lawrence came in. "Hey, Dana, trying to set some new speed records I hear? Well, I'm not surprised." Scully managed a "Hi, Chris," before another contraction washed over her. The drugs were definitely wearing off, she was trying to breathe but little moans kept escaping. When it was finished, the doctor checked her and looked at her in surprise. "Wow, Dana, you're almost completely dilated. I'm gonna go change into my scrubs and I'll be right back." Scully looked at her with relief.

"So it's gonna be soon?" she asked hopefully. Dr. Lawrence gave a little laugh and touched her hand.

"Yeah, real soon, honey. I'll be back in a sec."

Joanne stayed at her side, and Mulder on the other. With each contraction now, Scully felt more and more pressure building. "I think I have to push!" she said to them in a frightened voice.

"It's ok, Dana" Joanne said. "Don't get scared now. Everything's going normally. Soon you'll have that little baby in your arms."

Mulder was getting a little panicky himself, but he was doing his best not to let it show. The doctor returned in short order, and told them "Ok, it's time to get down to business. Let's push that little one out." Suddenly Scully was losing it.

"I don't know...it hurts! I can't do it!"

Mulder took her face in both his hands and looked deep in her eyes. "Look at me." She met his gaze and calmed a little. "You can do this. I'm here, we're all here, everything's ok. I love you." He gave her a little kiss on the forehead. She nodded and whispered "ok.ok, I can do it." She didn't take her eyes off him.

"Do you remember what they showed you in Lamaze class about pushing, Dana?" Joanne was asking her. Scully nodded "I think so." They helped her get into a good position as the next contraction hit. "Ok, Dana," the doctor was saying, "When it gets real strong I want you to bear down and hold it. OK- that's it...keep pushing...don't forget to take a breath...push again...good job!" Scully stayed calm by locking in on Mulder's eyes in between each contraction.

"It's gonna look like you" she said.

"Oh God, I hope not!" he answered with a laugh. Over and over again, it seemed she pushed harder with each contraction. "Oh, God, I'm gonna burst open!" she cried at one point.

Dr. Lawrence said "Nope, sorry, I don't allow that on my shift. Too much paperwork." Before too long the doctor called to Mulder, "Fox, look at this. See? There's the top of the baby's head." Mulder peered down over Scully's belly and let out a surprised choke.

"Oh my God! Honey, you should see this!"

"I'm a little busy right now" Scully replied between clenched teeth. They laughed. He kept peeking over, amazed at the sight. "Alright, Dana," the doctor was saying. "we're almost there. You're gonna feel a lot of pressure now, the baby's head is crowning. Just keep listening to me." Mulder looked at Scully and felt a wave of feelings that he couldn't put into words. His eyes welled up, and he had to rub them hard to be able to see what was going on.

"Ok, Dana, the head is coming now..." The doctor's voice seemed far away, Scully thought. All she was aware of was this overwhelming pain. Almost over, almost over... she concentrated on the words coming from Mulder. Almost there...keep pushing, honey. She looked at him and saw tears coming down his face. She held his hand so tight...she could feel his ring digging into her hand. Suddenly the pain nearly overwhelmed her... and then it was gone. The room erupted into a cacophony of sound. The doctor was saying "Look Dana! Your baby! It's a girl!" Joanne was congratulating her.

And that lovely, lovely sound of a baby crying. Dr. Lawrence laid the baby on Scully's chest and covered her with a blanket. Mulder put his head down next to hers and stifled sobs while he gingerly reached out to touch his new baby. Scully cradled the baby on her, and stared in wonder for a moment. Her baby! The three of them, together. She couldn't imagine a more perfect picture. She reached under the blanket and felt the baby grasp her finger in her tiny hand. The tears came then, mingled with the baby's cries, and she turned her face to Mulder's.

He kissed her softly "Oh God, I'm so happy," he said. She reached up and wiped the tears from his eyes with her free hand.

"Look at her hair!" he cried. Indeed, she had a little bit of reddish brown fuzz on her head, just as he'd hoped.

Scully half cried, half laughed, "Oh, you're in trouble now, Mulder!" The baby struggled to open her eyes in the dim light, but when she did she settled her gaze squarely on Mulder's face and became quiet. He reached out, and took her little hand. "Oh, look how tiny! How are you gonna dribble a basketball with that, little girl?"

Dr. Lawrence spoke up. "You're all set Dana. No stitches. I'll just get you cleaned up and you'll be as good as new. Well, almost!"

In a moment, the doctor came round to the head of the bed and looked down at the baby. "Oh, Dana! She's beautiful. She looks just like you," she said as she planted a kiss on Scully's forehead. "What are you going to name her?"

Scully glanced over at the new daddy. "Well, we hadn't decided for sure.. we had it narrowed down to a couple." She gazed at the baby again, and she knew what it would be. "Erin. What do you think, honey?"

Mulder didn't take his eyes off the baby. "Oh, yeah- with that hair, definitely." The baby let out a yawn, and they all laughed. Mulder leaned over and kissed her tiny pink face.

"Erin Margaret Mulder, welcome to the world."

The End

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