Title: Starting Over 1/?
Author: VladsTyger/Beth
Rating: Umm..I don’t know PG13?
Category: Mulder and Scully relationship
Spoilers: My first story, "Control", and a brief
reference to "Irresistible".
Summary: Four years after "Control", the Mulder’s
consider having another baby.
Disclaimer: No, they’re not mine. I’m "borrowing"
them. I swear that I’m not making any cash off of
this. It’s merely a form of praise to me. Fox and
Chris Carter should be honored.
Archive: By all means, yes. Just let me know when and
where.
Feedback: Hell, yeah. Just please keep in mind that I
am still new at this. Please be gentle . Send all
comments to VladsTyger@yahoo.com or
DanaMulder1013@wowmail.com
Starting Over
Dana Mulder rolled over and propped her head up on
her left hand. No matter how long she was married to Fox, she never got tired of watching him sleep. Their bed was underneath a big picture window and every morning, the sun shone through just perfectly. Perfectly enough to compliment the little bits of blonde hair in her husband's light brown hair.
Perfectly enough to shine on his face and make him
look like angel that he was. Her angel.
Fox looked so peaceful. So at rest. She remembered
the times before they were even dating when he would
come to her looking for comfort and safety from his
nightmares. She had never seen nightmares affect
someone’s awake-state as they had Fox’s. He
constantly looked tired and bothered.
Looking at him now, she felt responsible for for all
of that going away. She was his rock and she knew it.
She stared at him even more intently now. Taking
notice of the way his upper-lip curled up just
slightly, as if he were subconciously trying to do
that god-awful Elvis impression of his. She giggled
softly and just took in his being. She loved how
content he looked.
He opened his eyes.
"Good morning, sunshine."
"Hello, you." He replied groggily.
"How did you sleep?"
"On my left side for about three hours, on my right
for about seven, and then on my back for...what time is it now?"
"You’re so cute, Fox." She replied, somewhat
sarcastic.
"I knew that there was a reason why you married me.
Because you think I’m cute. That’s all. Love nothing
to do with it."
She leaned down and kissed him softly. When she
pulled away, she said: "You’re absolutely right. The
fact that I, oh, say, love you had nothing to do with
it."
He smiled and reached up to caress her face. "Nothing
at all."
"It’s a gorgeous Saturday morning. What do you want
to do?"
"I want to take a shower with my beautiful wife, come
back to this bed and make love in the sunlight."
She kissed him deeply and ran her hand over his
washboard stomach. She loved the way he was just so
romantic. So thoughtful. He constantly made her feel
loved. The fact that he always wanted her, wanted to
spend time with only her, always wanted to make love
to her, did more for her than anything else in their
relationship. Maybe it was odd to feel that way, but
it was how she felt. It was what made her feel more
and more complete every day that she woke up beside
him.
She literally thanked God everyday that he was hers.
In the shower, he traded places with her because it
was his turn to wash her off. He placed her underneath
the water and turned the heat up a notch. She smiled
as he worked the water through her hair.
Once that was done, he turned his back to her and
reached for the shower organizer that hung on the
wall.
"Tell me, lover, what kind of shampoo would you
like?"
For a brief, very brief, moment, she shuddered inside.
Fox’s voice was so soft, so smooth and he briefly
sounded like Donnie Pfaster. She dismissed that and
reminded herself that that had been eons ago and she
was safe now.
She wrapped her arms around his skinny waist and
hugged him to her.
"How about baby powder scented?" she said.
He picked up the blue bottle, squeezed a small portion
in his hand and put the bottle back where it belonged.
He rubbed the shampoo into his other palm and turned
to begin working on her hair.
"You know, Dana," he began, sounding like a man who
had a lot on his mind but wanted to choose his words
carefully. He wanted to ask her-no, tell her that he
wanted to make another baby with her. He wanted to
tell her that he felt like they were ready and that
they would be parents this time. There would be
nothing to worry about. But this had been, and still
was at times, a very touchy subject with his wife.
Still, he couldn’t give up trying. He wanted-no, he
needed a family. And he wanted that with her and only
her.
"Yes, Fox?" she answered, leaning further into the
hot water.
He leaned down and kissed her earlobe as he rinsed
the shampoo out of her hair. "I love you, Dana Kathrine Mulder."
She smiled "I love you, too, Fox."
He rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and spoke
slowly. "Dana...you know, honey, it's been four
years...all of our problems are behind us...our
cancer-ridden friend...the doctors...all of that is
behind us now. Dana, please...lets make another
baby."
She stared back at him;unable to believe that he could
ask that of her. She had asked him time and time
again to give her time: to give her a chance to
recoup. And no matter what she said, it just seemed
like he could never understand that she was still
hurting more than he.
She turned the water off and stepped out.
"Where are you going?" he asked her.
"I have to get out of here, " she grabbed a nearby
towel and headed for the bedroom closet, he did the
same and followed close behind her.
"No, Dana. You have to stay. This isn't like you to
run. We need to come to a point where we can discuss
this without you running. Why can't you stay?"