There's A Way
Chapter 12
Monday, October 2, 2000
There were a few seconds of silence in the room before I managed to turn toward Scully. Her face was completely white, her eyes were wide and her lips were slightly parted. She looked as shocked as I felt.
"But --" she finally found her voice.
"I know," Dr. Zuckerman grinned as he sat down. "That's why I had them rerun the test. I didn't think it was possible either."
"She's really --?" I found myself feeling starting to feel euphoric. I thought my smile might crack my face.
"She most certainly is," Dr. Zuckerman opened the file. "Two positive results and I have the chain of custody right in front of me," he shook his head as if he still didn't quite believe it himself. "After what I said on the phone earlier I think I owe the lab techs some wings and beer -- and I'll be having crow."
"But --" Scully was still pale.
"You know," Dr. Zuckerman smiled and cocked his head, "After what happened when we put that chip back in your neck, I'm not really surprised."
"You think that chip had something to do with this?" Scully's voice was faint.
"I couldn't say for sure," his face became serious, "But what I do know for sure is that two years ago you were sterile. And now..."
"I'm pregnant," she put a trembling hand to her face. "We're pregnant," she turned to me; two large tears stood in her eyes. "Oh, my God, Mulder, we're pregnant."
When Scully mentioned her implant I worried that she might be concerned about it's affect on her or our baby, but that didn't seem to be the case. She must have still been in shock.
I was so thrilled I wanted to jump off the table, take Scully in my arms and spin her around -- but then images of her throwing up popped into my mind, so I decided against it. Instead, I gave her a big wet kiss and leapt to the floor. I was halfway through my version of Elvis' patented karate move when the room began to spin. The next thing I knew, Scully and Dr. Zuckerman were holding me up and helping me to a chair.
"This was a shock for both of us, Mulder. You shouldn't have jumped off the exam table so fast," Scully was crouching in front of me.
"We're pregnant, Scully," I whispered, not being able to manage more.
"We are," her face was beaming as she stroked my cheek.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this for us," I covered her hand with mine.
"I think I might," her entire face shone as she stood up. Our hands stayed clasped as she took the chair beside me.
"Would you like a glass of water, Mr. Mulder?" Dr. Zuckerman lifted up the decanter on his desk.
"No, I'm okay," I waved him off.
"If this kind of thing is too much for you, you might want to consider not going into the delivery room," Dr. Zuckerman advised me.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," I assured him as I heard Scully trying to disguise a laugh by coughing.
"Good," he smiled. "Now there were a few other things I wanted to discuss," he got back to business. "All of your other test results look fine, but they are only preliminary. Once I have all of the results back, I'll call you either way."
"Okay," Scully nodded, seeming unconcerned. When the doctor had started talking about more test results, all the joy began to drain out of me, but her response quickly put me at ease.
"And you have your own OB-GYN, I assume?" he was writing in Scully's file as he spoke.
"I do," Scully nodded again.
"Considering your history and your age, I would think that you should make an appointment as soon as possible," he finally closed his file.
"I will," Scully smiled and extended her hand.
"I wish you both the best," he smiled genuinely as he rose to his feet.
"Thank you, doctor," I stood and shook his hand. "What do we do now?" I asked her once Zuckerman had left the office.
"First, I think you go out and apologize to the receptionist and then I assume we're going home," she smiled up at me.
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"No," she stood and began to walk toward the door. "You can go back to the office if you like."
I'd been married to Scully long enough to know that it was in my best interest to just apologize and get it over with. If I tried to argue about it, she'd only point in how many ways what I'd done was wrong. My only defense was that I'd been worried about her, but in her books that was no excuse for being rude.
"Fine," I sighed. "Then I'll drive us home."
"I can drive my own car, Mulder," she informed me dryly.
"After you fainted! I don't think so," I ushered her through the door.
"You almost fainted, too," she looked back over her shoulder at me; an amused look on her face.
"I did not!" I was indignant. "I just lost my balance."
"Right," she rolled her eyes.
"You lost consciousness," I reminded her. "So, I'm driving. Besides," I grinned sheepishly, "I have this need to keep you close right now."
"All right," she laughed, shaking her head. "But what about my car?"
"The Gunmen can pick it up," I shrugged.
"How? They don't have keys," she looked puzzled.
"They don't *need* keys," I leaned over to whisper in her ear. I had to chuckle at the shocked look on her face.
During the ride home, I think I only let go of Scully's hand twice. We didn't say much; we kept grinning at each other and touching each other as much as possible. It wasn't until we pulled into the driveway that Scully did more than smile, sigh and shake her head in disbelief.
"I can't wait to tell my mother," she almost squealed when I turned off the car.
Scully's feet barely touched the ground from the time we left the car until we got to the front door. If I hadn't been holding her hand, I'm sure she would have floated away. It wasn't until she had to pause at the front door that she noticed the manila envelopes I'd picked up off the front seat of the car.
"What's that?" she asked as I tucked them under my arm so I could open the door without letting go of her hand.
"I was just leaving the lawyer's office when you called," I explained as I opened the door. I handed one of the envelopes to her.
From the kitchen I could hear the sounds of lunch being eaten. Jordan was peppering his grandmother with questions. Megan was banging her spoon on her tray and I could hear Maggie's calm voice talking to both of them.
"The offer!" her eyes widened as she looked inside. "I'd forgotten all about it."
"That's not all," I grinned as I held the second envelope aloft.
"What do you mean?" she cocked her head at me. "What is it?"
Having heard us at the front door, Maggie emerged from the kitchen with a pensive look on her face. "You're back," was all she said.
"Hi, Mom," Scully smiled. "What is it, Mulder?" she reached for the envelope, but I held it just out of her reach. "Damn it, Mulder," she balled her hands and thrust them onto her hips. "Just tell me!"
"Nope," I grinned at her. "You have to guess."
"I can't guess," she narrowed her eyes. "I have no idea."
"Okay, I'll give a you clue," I consented. Lowering the envelope, I held it to my forehead and did my best Carnac impression.
"Mrs. Limbaugh probably regrets signing hers."
I was so amused by my own joke I'd forgotten the envelope was now within Scully's grasp. Before I knew what had happened, she'd snatched it out of my hand and had spun away from me.
"Oh, no you don't!" I reached around her, fishing for the envelope.
Giggling, Scully thrust her butt back against me and held her arms straight out in front of her, taking my prize out of my reach. On top of that, the location of her ass was proving to be a major distraction.
"Oh yeah?" I took the challenge and began to tickle her ribs.
"No!" she squealed and collapsed against me.
"A ha!" My right hand made contact with manila.
"Uh uh," Scully shook her head and dodged right, still giggling and trying to open the envelope.
Staying with her, I reached over her shoulder, trying to use my height advantage. When Scully tried to duck out of the way, she stumbled over my foot and started to fall. I lunged toward her in an attempt to catch her. Instead, I ended up on the floor with her on top of me. Before I could ask her if she was okay, she pinned my arms with her knees and opened the envelope. I was so enthralled with what was right in front of my face I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.
"It's the adoption papers," Scully almost whispered. "Oh, Mulder," she released my arms and scooted back so she could bend down to kiss me.
"Grandma?" I heard Jordan's voice. "Why are Mommy and Daddy wrestling in the hall?"
"I'm not sure, Jordan," Maggie sounded amused.
"Sorry," Scully scrambled to her feet. "Let's go the living room so we can talk."
After Maggie had retrieved Megan from the kitchen, we all met in the living room. Jordan was fidgeting on the couch, anxious to hear what we had to say. Scully took the baby from her mother and then nodded at me.
"Well, Jordan, your mother and I got some very good news today."
"Yeah?" he started to bounce a bit.
"Today when I was at the lawyer's office, he gave me the papers that make you and Megan officially our children," I smiled at him.
"That's wonderful! Congratulations," Maggie squeezed Scully's hand.
Instead of looking pleased, Jordan looked puzzled. "I thought we already were."
"These papers mean that your name will be Jordan Mulder now," I tried to explain.
"What was it before?" he still look confused.
"Prescott," Scully jumped in. "The judge said that Mulder and I were supposed to take care of you, and but now the judge has said that we are your mom and dad now."
"Wasn't I supposed to be calling you that?" Jordan's eyes widened.
"It's okay, Jordan," I chuckled. "This is legal mumbo jumbo. It probably means more to your mom and me. We have felt for a very long time that we were a real family -- now a judge has made it official."
"I'm glad the judge said so," Jordan yawned, "'cause I thought we were a family already, too."
"Sounds like you're ready for your nap," Scully smiled. "I'll take them up," she smiled at me.
"How did your appointment go?" Maggie asked as Scully was standing up.
"I'll tell you when I get back," she smiled. "But I'm fine, Mom."
"Okay," Maggie's shoulders slumped in relief.
While we waited for Scully, I tried to clean up from lunch, but was shooed to the table. When Scully came downstairs Maggie had some lunch ready for us.
"Sit down, Mom," Scully smiled.
"Oh, I don't mind," Maggie smiled as she continued to fuss with the plates.
"Mom! Sit!" Scully nodded toward the table. "I can do this."
Maggie's eyes widened, but she did her daughter's bidding.
"You know how I said I was fine?" Scully asked as she put our food on the table.
"Mmm hmm," her mother began to gnaw at her lip.
"Well, the doctor did find something. That's why we were so long."
"What did he find?" Maggie had grown pale.
"He found out why I've been so sick," Scully smiled as she sat down.
Maggie's brow furrowed as she looked at her daughter's smiling face. "What are you saying, Dana?"
"We didn't think it was possible," Scully was smiling but her eyes filled with tears. I reached for her hand.
"Are you --?" It was if Maggie couldn't bring herself to ask the question.
"Yes," Scully nodded, her voice clouded by her tears. "I'm pregnant."
"Dana, that's wonderful!" Maggie stood and held her arms open to her daughter. Scully stood quickly to hug her mother. "I didn't want to say anything before, but I thought --" Maggie continued.
"Did you?" Scully pulled back from her mother. "I wouldn't even have considered it if you'd said anything."
"She's like that," I nodded, trying to keep my face serious.
"I'm so happy for you, Fox," Maggie held her arms out to me.
"I guess I better do something with that offer on the house," I laughed as I accepted her hug. "We're going to need the room."
"You didn't say when you were due," Maggie turned back to her daughter after giving me a squeeze.
"I haven't seen my OB yet, but based on my last period, I'd say it would be sometime in the middle of May," Scully grinned.
"How do you know that?" I asked with a laugh.
"I figured it out in the car on the way home," she admitted with a shy smile as sat down again.
"You knew you were late?" her mother asked in confusion as she too sat at the table.
"My period hasn't been very regular for a couple of years now," Scully explained. "So I barely noticed that I was late. I guess I had other things on my mind -- like the house," she nodded toward the envelopes on the counter.
"All right, I'm going," I laughed, "but before I go, I wanted to ask you about Jordan."
"What about him?" Scully wrinkled her forehead.
"When were you planning on telling him?"
"I wasn't planning on telling anyone else for a while," Scully gave both her mother and I warning looks. "But you know what might be a good idea..."
"What?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear her idea.
"We could have Thanksgiving at our house, with Bill and Tara, and Charlie and Beth, if they can make it, and maybe even Skinner and the Gunmen. I think that would be perfect," she beamed.
"That's a wonderful idea!" Maggie's face lit up.
"Yeah, wonderful," I forced a smile. I hadn't thought much about Bill since Scully and I got married. Bill made no secret about the fact that I wasn't his favorite person on the planet, but I had no idea how he'd reacted to our marriage. We did get a present from them two weeks after the wedding. It was a hard cover edition of "The Joy of Sex" along with a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes. The card read, in a woman's hand, "The champagne is for now; the book, a few years from now." Scully and I had both gotten a kick out of it. We'd looked at the book briefly, but it had taken up residence on the top shelf of the closet. When Scully told her mother about the present, she only mentioned the champagne and glasses. I've had many fond thoughts about what Bill's reaction to the book must have been. Now it seemed that I was going to have to deal with him first hand.
Scully and her mother were already furiously planning when I tuned back into the conversation. Knowing immediately that my presence was no longer needed, I retrieved the envelopes and got Scully to sign the papers. After giving her a quick kiss, I gathered everything up and headed for Brent's office.
The rest of the day sped by. When I got home, Maggie was gone and Andrew had returned from work. With the kids and our houseguest around there was no discussion of the baby, but from the way Scully floated around the house, anyone who knew her well would have guessed her secret.
I was watching sports highlights shortly after 10 when Scully announced that she was going upstairs. Now that she was pregnant, I wasn't sure what would be happening in the bedroom. It wasn't something they discussed in Sex Ed. I wasn't sure if I should keep my distance or not. What I did know was that we hadn't really been able to talk much since I got back. Since I was fairly sure that Scully was practically bursting to talk, I followed her upstairs. For anything beyond talking, I would try to take the signals from her.
By the time I got upstairs, Scully was already in the bathroom. I flicked the TV on, shed my clothes, and climbed onto the bed clad only in my boxers.
"Hey, Scully?" I called to her through the door.
"Yeah?"
"I forgot to mention it, but that psycho Leigh kept calling Andrew at work today. We might have to get a new extension," I let her know.
"Did you report it?"
"I'm hoping it doesn't come to --"
Before I could finish, the bathroom door opened and my incredible wife appeared in the doorway and whatever I was thinking completely vacated my mind. I was enthralled by the vision wearing a sheer black nightie. It was open in the front -- held closed by a tiny bow between her breasts. The nightie only came down to her hips, giving me ample view of the sheer black panties she had on. Christ did Scully know how to give signals.
"Scully," I finally found voice as she walked toward me. "You look -- that is -- wow!"
"I'm glad you like it," her voice was breathy. "We haven't had a chance to talk about how my pregnancy would affect our sex life. So I thought I'd show you."
"I wasn't sure," I confessed as she reached the bed.
"What weren't you sure about?" she asked as she crawled up the bed.
"About what would be safe and what you'd feel like doing," I was mesmerized by the way her breasts were swaying.
"It will be perfectly safe until very late in the pregnancy, Mulder. As for what I feel like doing -- I was pregnant yesterday and I still seemed to be in the mood," she reminded me.
"Yeah, you were," I grinned. "And you seem to be now, too."
"I am," her voice was husky. "When I think about the miracle our lovemaking created, I get, well, I can't help thinking about us."
"Are you saying it makes you horny, Scully?"
"I was trying to put it more delicately than that -- but yes," her breasts were pressed against my arm and her breath was warm across my neck.
"That's funny, because it doesn't make me horny," I kept my voice even as I tucked her hair behind her ear.
"It doesn't?" she straightened up, her eyes wide.
"No, it doesn't," I sat up. "It does make me feel something," I took her by the shoulders and eased her backwards onto the bed. Her eyes had held confusion at first, but now they were searching mine.
"What does it make you feel?" her voice was barely a whisper.
Before I answered, I gently parted her legs and knelt between them. "I don't know how to describe it," I explained as I placed my hands by her shoulders and lowered my lips to hers. "It's not like the lust I normally feel for you," I tried to clarify when our mouths parted.
"It seems to be having the same reaction," she reached down and gently caressed my erection through my boxers.
"Mmm," I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her touch.
"So how is it different?" her hand had moved and was stroking my cheek.
"It's more like awe, now," I bent to nuzzle her neck.
"Awe?" she squirmed beneath me as I nipped at her neck.
"Yeah," I moved one hand to her breast.
"Are you sure you aren't talking about the difference between lust and love?" she ran her right hand along my arm and began to gently squeeze my bicep.
"I've loved you forever, Scully. This is definitely awe," I played with her nipple through the gauzy fabric of her negligee.
"Just because I'm pregnant?" her left hand was in my hair.
"Just?" I straightened up and scooted backward on the bed. Then, bending back down again, I began to place soft kisses on her belly. "All I can think about is the life inside of you. The life we created -- you and me, Scully. I can't believe that I'm the lucky bastard who got to give you this."
"There was no one else, Mulder, ever. I didn't want this with anyone but you," she breathed as she continued to run her fingers through my hair.
"And you wonder why I call it awe," I began to kiss my way in the direction of her breasts. "I am in total awe of you, Scully."
"Mulder," she whispered and I looked up to see her eyes glistening.
"Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?" I tried to open the bow that held her nightie closed.
"Yes, you have," her cheeks were flushed. "And that bow is a decoration, Mulder. It won't open."
"Oh," I had to rethink my strategy.
"I probably haven't told you how beautiful you are, Mulder," she watched as I pushed the fabric up to expose her breasts.
"Thank you, Scully," I smiled at her. "But compared to you --"
"No, Mulder, not compared to me," her voiced cracked. "You are the most --"
"Shh," I put my finger over her lips. "You can have your turn tomorrow. Tonight is about you."
"Us." She shook her head.
"I don't want to have a competition, Scully. Please lay back and let me be in awe of you," I pleaded with my eyes.
"I love you, Mulder," she whispered as I bent down to her breasts again.
"Mmm," I mumbled as I drew her nipple into my mouth.
Scully took a sharp breath and her hips rose off the bed as I nipped at her. While I lavished attention on her right breast I used my hand to make sure that her left breast didn't feel forgotten.
"You have beautiful breasts, Scully," I sighed when I lifted my head to move to her left breast.
"I noticed that you do seem to be rather fond of them," she smiled down at me.
"Rather," I grinned as began to tease her left nipple with my tongue.
"Have I told you that I'm rather fond of the way this feels?" she arched her head back into her pillow.
"So I gathered," I chuckled. I could feel how much she was enjoying what I was doing. I'd stretched out and my stomach was pressed against the curve of her mons. The moist heat I could feel rising from her made my cock throb mercilessly. I tried to put the throbbing out of my mind as I began to trail kisses along her stomach toward the source of that heat. When I got to her panties, I began to kiss her through them instead of taking them off. Slipping my fingers under the leg elastics, I gently pulled Scully's lips apart. Then, using the gauzy material for added friction, I began to lick at her inner lips and clit. Her hips bucked off the bed and she clutched at my shoulders. I kept teasing her this way until her panties were dripping wet.
"These are very sexy, Scully," I told her as I got to my knees, "but they're in the way."
Through heavily lidded eyes, Scully watched as I eased her sodden panties off. After I'd tossed them onto the floor, I settled between her legs again. She was glistening wet, plump and pink with arousal. Knowing that I had caused this made my cock throb even harder.
"Scully, did you know that your pussy is gorgeous?" I was planting kisses on the inside of her thighs.
"Mulder," she groaned in protest.
"What? You don't like that word?" I looked up at her with a grin.
"Uh uh," she shook her head.
"Is there something else you prefer? I can think of some others, but I strongly doubt you'd like those either," I teased her lips with my tongue.
"Well," she took a breath.
"And nothing clinical," I warned.
"Oh," she fell silent.
"Nothing, huh?" I chuckled and she shook her head slightly. "It's not like I say it a lot, Scully, but I do reserve the right to tell you that you have a beautiful pussy occasionally, okay?"
There was silence while she considered what I said.
"And," I decided to strengthen my argument, "I let you call me sweetie, so I think that makes us even," I grinned as lowered my head again.
"Okay," she giggled.
With the fabric of her panties gone, I was free to nibble and suck at her most tender flesh. While I tantalized her clitoris by circling it with my tongue, I slipped two fingers inside of her. Easily finding the dime-sized protrusion, I began to rub her G-spot. Shuddering at the contact, she moved her hips to maximize her pleasure. I continued to lap at her clit until her breathing became short and shallow. Her legs tensed and I felt her internal muscles tighten around my fingers. Knowing what worked best for her, I kept the pattern and speed of my tongue the same. I felt her orgasm surge through her, beginning with the rippling and tugging of her vaginal walls. Then her entire body seemed to go taut and she started to quake. The last thing I felt was the pulsing of her clit against my tongue. I didn't lift my tongue from her until she'd gone limp on the bed.
"You get much better orgasms than I do," I noted as I made my way back toward her face.
"I beg your pardon," she sounded amused. "You seem to enjoy yours quite thoroughly, Mulder."
"Oh, I do," I'd reached my goal and I quickly straightened up to remove my boxers. Once I'd thrown them aside, I bent to kiss Scully before I explained myself. "But yours last a lot longer than mine do and you'll probably have another when I'm inside of you. It doesn't seem fair, somehow." My cock was resting against her soft, succulent flesh, aching to be inside of her.
"Makes you wonder who came up with the absurd notion of penis envy, doesn't it?" she chuckled as she wiggled beneath me, trying to get me to slide into her. We both groaned when she succeeded.
"You may not get your second, Scully," I warned her as I eased into her. "I'm very close."
"That's okay," she caressed my back. "It feels fantastic just having you inside of me."
"Nnn," I shook my head against her neck. "I want you to come again. I love the way you come," I was taking slow strokes, trying to delay the inevitable.
"It's all right, Mulder. I want you to come. Don't worry about me," she insisted as she nipped at my neck.
"But it feels so much better," my voice was tight as I increased my pace slightly. "I love the way your body goes stiff and you arch your breasts into my chest."
"God, Mulder," she panted as her hips rose to meet mine.
"Then your muscles tighten around my cock. You have no idea what that feels like," I was practically growling in my effort not to come.
"Yes," Scully arched her back and I felt her erect nipples pressing against me.
"Just like that," I breathed into her ear. "Come for me."
"Mulder," her voice was shaking as her internal muscles gripped my cock.
"Come for me, Scully and take me with you," I implored her as I began to thrust more quickly. At my words, I felt her begin to quake and I couldn't hold back any longer. I came in long shuddering waves, made longer by the way Scully's body moved with mine. When I finally opened my eyes, I found Scully smiling up at me.
"That one seemed pretty good, sweetie," she chuckled.
"It was," I sighed in contentment as I flopped to my back. "C'mere and give me some cuddle," I held my arms open in invitation. I was rewarded with a soft warm body snuggling up to me. "Mmm," I sighed again.
"You shouldn't get too comfy, Mulder," she murmured into my chest.
"Why?" I was falling asleep already.
"Guinness."
"You shouldn't drink when you're pregnant, Scully," I tightened my grip on her.
"The dog," she snorted.
"Andrew said he'd take the dog out before he came upstairs," I reached over to flick off the light.
"I knew you'd get out of it somehow," she laughed.
"Mmm," I agreed drowsily. Sleep was overtaking me quickly. The way Scully was caressing my chest only hastened it. I realized sleepily that I could have been getting far more sleep all those years if I'd only had Scully pressed against me. Sleep had always been a harbor of darkness and nightmares in the past. Having Scully with me had changed it into a peaceful place where I was allowed to cling to her as long as I wanted. Oh that I could turn back the hands of time. I would have been sleeping soundly seven years sooner. Only Scully could have found a way to make paradise even better.
"Love you," I heard her murmur. I think I still had the presence of mind to tell her I loved her, too, before I remembered no more.
end chapter 12