Title - Blankets 1/1

Author - Ms Lillian  ( ms_lillian@my-deja.com )

Rating - G

Spoilers - Possible right up to the end S8.

Disclaimer - not mine. Wish they were.



Blankets  1/1

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He watches her from the doorway, how she cradles the
tiny bundle to her breast, rocking gently as she hums
tunelessly under her breath.

Giving birth has changed her, he thinks.  She was
always good with children, but he never really saw her
as a particularly motherly type. But the sight of her
pregnant, full and blooming had begun to change his 
mind. Then, when he'd seen her just after the baby 
was born, nursing and cooing at their son, any final 
doubts were gone.

She was a natural.

Those first few days of parenthood are engraved on
his heart, the sight of Scully breastfeeding for the
first time, her shiny tired face as she looked up at
him smiling wider and brighter than he'd ever seen her.
The first bath he'd given his son, at how he'd been so
scared of hurting him, and how Scully had laughed as 
she watched him, his hands slippery with soap skimming 
over the baby's chubby limbs. She'd helped him lift 
their son from the bath and they'd both dried him, 
whispering to each other how perfect he was...

A child has changed him too, he thinks. It has brought
his emotions closer to the surface, closer than ever
before.

He looks at Scully again, her head bowed and still
humming some imagined lullaby.

So much closer.

'Hey'

She doesn't look up as he approaches, but stops
singing and makes a 'shushing' noise.

'Not so loud, Mulder, you'll wake him...'

He kneels in front of the chair, and places a hand
on her arm.

'Come on, Scully... It's late and you're tired...'

'But Will...'

She moves her head up now, and he sees she is
still unaware.

He swallows hard and whispers to her.
'Give him to me, I'll take care of him'

A ghost of a smile passes over her face and she
hands the bundle to him.

'Be careful with him, Mulder'

He gently takes the bundle of blankets from her,
cradling it in his hands as if it really was that
precious, that perfect. Not just a heap of bedding.

They'd come in the fourth week.  He'd thought
they were safe, had hidden them away in the middle
of nowhere until proper plans could be made.

That had been a month ago.

She had taken to sleepwalking these past two weeks,
despite the medication and he always found her here;
In the room that was to have been the nursery, clutching 
the blankets to herself, still desperately trying 
to mother her son.

Every night she told him to 'be careful with him,
Mulder'.

He walks towards the dresser, his sight blurring as he
reaches for the handle. Placing the blankets back in
the drawer gently, fingers stroking the soft fleece, he
murmurs to himself.

'I'll take care of him, Scully'.

End
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