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Title: Three
Author: Devin
Email: franny122004@gmail.com
Website: http://dancing-through-life.com/
Rating: PG
Category: SR
Keywords: MSM, Will, Post-Series, S POV
Spoilers: William
Summary: Happy birthday William!
Disclaimer: *sighs* Yes CC, I know they're yours.
Oh, Finding Nemo belongs to Disney and Pixar and
the Ghostbusters belong to Columbia Pictures. I
think that covers it lol.
Author's Note: This little ficlet is a response to
MSR Preservation Society's 'William's third
birthday' challenge and was beta read by Cathey so
that it looks like something resembling English.
My little baby boy is three years old today.
I can't believe it. I thought my mother had been
lying when she said that once you have children
it's like someone hits the fast-forward button on
your life.
He looks so small as I watch him sleep curled up
in a little ball in his twin bed. I can't help
myself, and so I go over and lay down next to him.
He turns into me and sighs as I rub his back
tenderly, the way I usually do when he's having
trouble falling asleep.
I feel myself beginning to drift off until Mulder
gently brushes my cheek.
"Scully?"
"Mmm?"
"You sleeping in here?" His voice sounds highly
amused and I have to control the impulse to stick
my tongue out at him.
"Course not," I mumble but settle further into the
bed.
He laughs and takes my arm to pull me up into a
sitting position. I think I let out a groan in
protest but I'm too exhausted to really tell. My
eyes fall on the Finding Nemo digital clock on
William's nightstand and this time I know I
groaned.
It's 2:30 in the morning.
"You were only supposed to check on him."
I ignore his gentle reproach. "Are they all
wrapped now?"
We are going a little overboard on the presents
this year. Mulder, when he was in full analysis
mode, had said that we're trying to make up for
the year of his life that we missed.
It had taken surprisingly little time for us to
get our lives back on track. No one would tell us
who but it was pretty clear that someone had made
a deal with the devil to ensure that we could. My
bet is on Skinner but I've only expressed this
theory to Mulder and myself.
We were both offered reinstatement into the FBI
but graciously turned it down. We consult for them
on occasion but most of our energies are focused
on our own private investigation company. On the
surface it looks like your run of the mill my-
spouse-is-cheating-on-me-get-me-photographic-proof
P.I. company. Of course that is just on the
surface. In reality it's more along the lines of
an alien version of the Ghostbusters.
There's no way we're just going to let
colonization happen.
As if setting up a new life wasn't hard enough we
both decided that for it to truly to be a life we
were going to have to be a family again.
We needed William back.
This was also easier then expected.
William's adoptive parents were going through a
divorce and decided that two custody battles at
the same time was too much for all involved.
So, after waiting a month for our paperwork to be
processed, William was once again ours.
"Scully?"
"Huh?"
"You zoned out on me. You must be tired."
"Oh I don't know. I don't think I'm *that* tired."
Mulder looks shocked at my sudden mood change but
he quickly catches on and pulls me tightly against
him. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well... we have 5 hours until Will wakes up and
10 hours until we have to be at mom's..."
I'm so surprised when he lifts me up into his arms
that I'm almost unable to squash the squeal that
would risk waking up Will and bring a crashing
halt to the night's, err morning's, activities.
"I think we can be done by then."
"You know, I've always thought three years is the
perfect amount of time between kids," I joke as he
carries me down the hallway to our bedroom.
He sets me down on my feet just before we get to
our bed and kisses me thoroughly. Damn it, he
shouldn't still be able to turn my insides to goo
after all this time.
"Oh really? Well we'll just have to see what we
can do about that."
The End
