Sent: Monday, November 27, 2000 10:50 PM
By Mary Kleinsmith (BUC252@aol.com)
Spoilers: Season 7 in a way, but nothing major
Summary: Mulder and Scully are getting used to being the parents of a very
Classification: MSR, Babyfic
Archive: Yes, anywhere
Disclaimer: Mulder, Scully, and everything related to them belong to Chris
Carter and 10-13, with magic added by David and Gillian. I'm only borrowing
Author's Note: This is the first of what I think is going to become my
"Amanda" series. I already have ideas for #2, so let me know if you think I
Feedback: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please?
By Mary Kleinsmith (BUC252@aol.com)
Fox Mulder didn't think there could be a happier man on the planet than he.
He had his health, thankfully restored despite the torture of his abduction
the year before. He had a wonderful woman who had agreed to spend her life
with him, in work and in the off hours. And now, he had the most adorable
baby daughter for which anybody could ever ask. She was perfect, from her
reddish tuft of hair to her hazel eyes, and most noticeably, she hadn't
inherited his nose.
He'd brought his new wife and daughter home from the hospital - Scully's old
apartment, actually, since they hadn't had a chance to find anything else -
just yesterday and already they felt like a family. The ache, the aloneness
he'd carried in his heart for so many years had been dispersed by the two
people he now watched settle into Scully's - no their - bedroom. Scully was
a natural mother, gentle and loving with her daughter in a way that Mulder
had never imagined. Not that he'd never realized she was capable, but she'd
always seemed so businesslike and professional. He never pictured her in a
rocking chair with an infant at her breast, or lying in bed on a lazy
Saturday morning with little Amanda by her side.
Amanda Renee Mulder had come into the world at 8 pounds, 9 ounces, with her
father's determination and her mother's Irish temper. The obstetrician
stated that he hadn't heard a baby scream that loudly in decades and that she
did, in fact, seem very happy to be out of the confined space of the womb and
out in the real world. There was an intelligence in her eyes, even then,
that belied her newborn status, a fact that Mulder dismissed as his being
starry-eyed over this most wonderful of gifts they'd been given.
Scully had barely been showing when he woke up in the hospital all those
months ago, unable to speak or move, barely able to open his eyes. Whatever
they'd done to him, which he thankfully couldn't remember specifically, must
have been very different from what had been done to Scully, since he was
never comatose like she had been. Still, it took several days of gradual
progress before he uttered his first words, moved his first finger. He was a
child himself at that time, capable of no more than Amanda was now. Yet
Scully had stood at his bedside, holding his hand and telling him of all that
had happened in his absence.
His alertness had been the first to return, and he'd noticed Scully's
condition before she'd had the nerve to tell him about it. One day, he'd
opened his eyes to find her standing beside him, and he'd seen the slight
blossoming of her stomach. It took every bit of concentration he had to
raise his hand and lay it on where their baby grew inside her. He never
doubted for a moment that it was his, and remembered clearly the symptoms
she'd been showing even before he'd been abducted.
Of course, there had been questions. Questions about his experiences during
the missing time, but he'd been unable to tell them much. The memories were
buried, and only manifested themselves late at night when he'd awaken in a
cold sweat with pain lancing through his body and Scully's name on his lips.
He didn't remember any more of who was there or what was done. Just pain and
wanting Scully so badly. She felt for him, he knew, but it was just one more
nightmare to add to the arsenal encased in his subconscious.
As soon as he'd been capable, he'd asked her to marry him, and as soon as he
was released from the hospital, he'd gone directly to the jewelry store to
buy her the most beautiful engagement ring. They'd talked at length, and she
knew it wasn't a matter of his proposing simply because she was expecting.
He loved her, she loved him, and his absence had made them both realize it
more deeply than ever before. The wedding was small, just the priest,
Skinner and Maggie. Mulder had wanted to give her so much more, but she'd
contested that, to her, it was the marriage that counted, not the wedding.
They'd planned to go house hunting, but somehow work always interfered. Even
with an extra pair of agents assigned to the X-Files, there seemed to be an
overabundance of cases that needed their specific attention. And, of
course, they were always on the lookout for any sign of their past
Amanda began to wriggle on the bed, oblivious of her exhausted mother napping
beside her. Not wanting to awaken Scully, Mulder scooped the child into his
arms with a gentleness of which he would not have thought himself capable.
He handled her like fine crystal, fragile and so very breakable. Scully kept
telling him to loosen up, that she could take a lot more than he realized,
but he had no intention of finding out. She was his daughter, an angel in
Flicking on the television, the digital music channel came on with a soft,
jazzy tune that Amanda seemed to like in particular. She smiled up at her
father, recognition in her face, as she absorbed the music and the comfort
level. He would be sure she never had anything to fear if it was the last
thing he did, he swore to himself.
A new song began, more of a lullaby than any he'd heard, although it wasn't
touted as such. He remembered hearing it decades ago on a record that the
girls in his middle school used to play. He'd never given it a second though
then, but this time, he knew it was her song. Their song. He tried to
remember some of the words as they played, singing along quietly when he
"What song to sing to my tomorrow child. Still so small and new. What
I say to show the way. What games to play with you? The world turns quickly
now and changes every mile. What shall I say to show the way, tomorrow
child? I can't tell you what your life will be. Time will show you roads
that I can't see. And if they carry you away from me, then go with love.
Whatever travels you may wander through. Whatever wonders you may someday
do. Take my lullaby along with you and go with love, tomorrow child."
"I thought you were going into the office," came a whisper from
behind him as
he noticed that Amanda had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled up at Scully.
"I decided they can handle it for a few days. Besides, if I give them
cases to investigate, maybe they'll learn a lot quicker than you did that not
everything can be proven scientifically." The evil glint in his eyes was
rewarded by a similar look in Scully's.
"Well, I'm certainly not complaining about having you home more, but are
sure? What if they do like Spender and shred some viable case reports?"
"They won't. They've seen enough, at least, not to do that."
"I think you're enjoying being just the department head. It looks good
you." She brushed his forehead with a kiss, her voice warm and inviting.
"I'm going to enjoy being able to have you home at a normal hour every night,
and then, when my leave is up, both of us being able to pick up Amanda at
Mom's and having evenings and weekends for ourselves."
Mulder looked thoughtful for a moment, lost inside his mind. "Hey,
going on in there?" she asked lovingly.
"A normal life. It was something I always wanted for you, but never
I'd have for myself."
"Mulder, I wouldn't have wanted it if you hadn't been part of it. I've
that since the first year we met."
"And it took you seven years to tell me?" At Scully's chagrined
he realized. "Well, you're right. I guess we were telling each other all
along, it just took seven years to do it with words. And other things." He
raised his eyebrows in a leer she found adorable. And irresistible.
Gently, she took Amanda from his arms and returned her to her crib. She was
asleep, and would stay that way for an hour or two. Returning to Mulder's
side, she picked up where they left off. "Six weeks, Mulder."
"Only a little over five now," he said, uncharacteristically
"I'm looking forward to making love to my wife."
Scully smiled, realizing that it wasn't just the making love, which they'd
done before. Granted it had been over a year, but it was more the fact that
they were united now. Bonded, 'till death do us part'. And even beyond
then, she had no intention of letting him go.
"I'm looking forward to making love with my husband." She chuckled,
her head. "I still can't believe how things have changed. Mulder, I love
you. I've always loved you. But I never dreamed it would be like this."
"Even a screw up like me knows a good thing when he's got it,"
responded. A year ago, it would have been delivered with a decidedly
self-deprecating tone, but his return, the marriage, and Amanda had changed
him. He had a confidence now not just in his intelligence and his knowledge
of his work, but in himself as a person, as a father, as a lover, as a
"Are you going to be okay alone with her today while I go for my ob/gyn
checkup?" Scully asked. "It could be awhile. There were tests the doctor
wanted to run that couldn't be done while I was pregnant, so she wants to do
them now. Mom will be picking me up any time now."
"Sure. Just leave me the bottles and diapers and I'm set. We'll find
something to do while you're away."
"Mulder, I'd better not come home to find my daughter wearing your New
Knicks baseball cap."
"You won't," he answered honestly as she went off to get dressed.
True to his word, she'd returned to the apartment to find Mulder on the sofa
with the basketball game on, his daughter in his arms wearing the tiniest
baseball cap she'd ever seen. The Knicks logo emblazoned across the front
barely fit on the small scrap of fabric.
He chuckled as Scully looked at him accusingly. "Hey, she'd not wearing
cap. Can I help it if Frohike got her one of her own?"
Laughing in response, Scully prompted, "and, of course, he had no
from anybody, did he?"
"He may have gotten an idea or two, but only because he knows me so
Hey, didn't your Mom come in for a visit?"
"She said she had some errands to run and couldn't stay. We'll have her
for dinner another time." At that moment, Amanda squirmed in his arms,
raising chubby fists to rub at her eyes.
"Have you fed her yet?"
"Nope. This is the first time she's seemed like she might be getting hungry."
"I'll take care of it in a minute," Scully said, slipping into
their room and
changing her clothes quickly. When she reemerged, she reclaimed the baby
from Mulder and began to breastfeed. Mulder just looked on, he was in heaven.
"Scully, have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you do
sighed. "It's the most wonderful thing in the world."
Blushing, Scully nodded her head, careful not to dislodge the baby's hold on
her nipple. "It's a wonderful feeling, knowing that I'm giving life and
sustenance to our child. I can't imagine being a mother who didn't feed her
baby this way."
"Well, thankfully, you'll never have to find out. I'm so glad that our
various encounters with the Consortium and their allies didn't affect the way
we can raise her."
"No, it won't. And it won't ever. The doctor checked me out, and ran all
the tests while I was there. They can't explain it, but she said that
there's no sign that I'm not a normal, fertile woman. Everything is back to
normal. My ovaries show as fully functional with a regular supply of eggs
for a woman my age."
Mulder looked at her in shock for a few minutes. "Meaning that Amanda
have to be a one-time experience for us?"
"Meaning, my love, that we can have a dozen more if you and I so
his shocked looked she laughed. "Not that we <have> to have that many, of
"Right now, I feel like I'd want this feeling all the time," Mulder
blushing shyly. "But let's wait and see."
"We may change our minds when she hits the 'terrible twos'," Scully
switching the child to her other breast.
"It's hard to imagine her being anything but an angel," Mulder
at his daughter once again.
Amanda's Glory by Mary Kleinsmith
Pt 2 of 2
And an angel she was. Somehow, she never seemed to wake up at night until
Scully woke up for her regular visit to the bathroom, and then Scully would
feed her and change her, and return her to the crib without even a whimper
from the child. She seemed content to occupy herself when neither parent was
with her, although those events were rare enough, and she had developed,
somehow, an amazing ability to judge people.
Twelve weeks after the baby's birth, with Mulder back to work in the basement
office, Scully stopped by the Bureau to pick up her reinstatement papers. Of
course, the visit required a stop to "Uncle Walter's" office - a title which
seemed to make him happy and cringe at the same time - a visit to see Daddy
in his work environment, and a stop at the cafeteria and offices to see the
various other agents who had written or called in their congratulations since
her birth. Most hadn't seen the baby yet, Skinner having been the only one
to come to the hospital and then the apartment to see her.
He didn't have to guess when Scully entered the outer office. The sound of
his assistant cooing over the infant was more than enough. What was it about
women that even the most normally non-maternal woman was reduced to this
behavior when a child was in their presence? He stood in the doorway and
observed as the two women talked, and felt a little jealous that Scully
wasn't more in a hurry to see him.
"Eh hemm . . ." Skinner cleared his throat, drawing the attention
women. Even the baby seemed to turn her head his way with a smile.
"Oh, hi, Sir," Scully said. "I was just on my way in to see you."
"If you'll come on in, I have the papers you wanted." Once inside,
door tightly shut, the officious Assistant Director Skinner metamorphosed
into the doting Uncle he may as well have been. "Hi, Amanda! How's my
girl?" She looked at him with bright eyes and eagerly grabbed his finger
when he held it near to touch the soft skin.
"I think she knows you already, Sir," Scully added, smiling.
"May I?" Skinner asked, and it took her a moment to realize that he
offering to take Amanda from her arms. She looked twice as small when
cuddled near the burly chest of the ex-Marine, but seemed content as he
cradled her there as he went back around his desk. He had no difficulties at
all locating the papers and signing them with one hand while holding the baby
in the other.
"So did you come out just for this, or did you have other errands to run?"
"She's got a checkup, and we need to get some groceries, then we're
home. After a quick visit to check on Daddy, that is."
"Just don't turn the entire bureau on its ear while you walk though it,
okay?" It was meant to be a joke, but then he turned serious. "She is
really such a beautiful baby, Scully. And she looks so intelligent. I
guess, considering her parents, that couldn't even be avoided," he smiled.
"Maybe it'll take a year or two before she adds the skeptical expression
that," Scully smiled back at him.
They spoke for a few minutes more, serious conversation about Scully's
health, outside of the baby talk. Skinner seemed very comfortable holding
her with an almost subconscious affection. After a few minutes, they took
their leave; Skinner seemed sad to let her go.
Arriving in the basement office, Scully nodded at John and Danielle as they
were leaving. "They off on another assignment?" Scully asked, smiling and
kissing her husband. She waited while he took Amanda from her.
"Yep. Besides, I didn't want them around for Amanda's first visit to
her Daddy and Mommy work." Turning his attention to the baby, he added, "so
what do you think, Amanda? Do you like it here?"
Amazingly, her eyes seemed to scan the office, coming to rest finally on the
computer at Mulder's right. She reached for the keyboard as they both
noticed something clenched in her tiny fist.
"What's this?" Mulder asked, removing the pen from her hand. She
very happy to be relieved of it.
"Damn, that must be Skinner's pen. I went up there for my papers and he
holding her. She must have somehow picked it up."
"Without either of you noticing?" Mulder asked laughing.
"Well, it didn't magically appear in her hand," Scully laughed.
out in a laugh with them, surprising them both.
"At least we're keeping her entertained," Mulder added, kissing her
"Maybe she'll be able to hold onto that mood for awhile. I don't think
going to be too thrilled with Mommy after her doctor's appointment today."
"I'm sure she'll do fine," Mulder said, bouncing her on his knee.
"Is it my
imagination or is she less fussy than most babies?"
"No, you're not showing your impartiality. Even my Mom's been saying
she's a good baby - better than any of us when we were that age. I really
think she's looking forward to watching her when I come back to work."
"Then it'll work out for all of us, because I sure miss having you here
me." He smiled shyly. Mulder never would get used to showing his love for
his wife. He felt every word of it, but saying it aloud always made him
"Well, I guess we'd better get going and let Daddy get back to
said, addressing Amanda instead of Mulder. "We need to stop back at Uncle
Walter's office and give him back his pen." Taking the baby, she kissed
Mulder on the lips, lingering there for a moment before leaving the office.
When Mulder turned back to the report he'd been typing, he was surprised to
find that he'd apparently leaned on his keyboard at some point. There were
almost two lines of letters that spelled out absolute gibberish.
Highlighting and deleting them, he went about completing the report.
Despite her fears, Amanda came through her first inoculations like a trooper,
whimpering only slightly as the needle went into her soft skin. By the time
they returned to the apartment, Amanda was drowsy, and more than ready for
Scully removed her clothes and put her in her pajamas, taking the stuffed
animal from her hands and setting it on the top corner of her crib. It was a
small, tie-dyed teddy bear that had been a gift from the Lone Gunmen. She
didn't mind the baby cuddling it while she was with her, but since the eyes
weren't totally secure to the doll, she and Mulder had agreed not to let her
have it during the night or while she was alone.
Scully turned off the light and left the bedroom, carrying the baby monitor
with her. Once the door was shut, the bear quietly moved to nestle beside
her. Amanda smiled happily as she snuggled up to the teddy bear. She may
not know much of this world to which she'd been born, but she knew what she
liked and what she wanted. And getting those things was pretty simple when
she put her mind to it.
What will happen next? You'll have to check the next installment! <g>