[ Once, Dana Scully imagined her life would go this way: she'd come home from a long, challenging day at her high-profile job, she'd greet her handsome professional husband with a quick kiss, and they'd spend their evening alternating between intellectual conversation and the sort of obnoxious all-consuming affection only young people imagine is sustainable.
She'd given up on those daydreams early-- and in her thirties, having found and lost and found the love of her life, having borne and given up a child, standing on the precipice of an uncertain future on the run-- she'd thought, then, that she understood life, and love. She'd looked back on those naive dreams of youth with a rueful laugh. She'd let them go.
But here she is-- home from her interesting, challenging job; kissing her brilliant, handsome-- well, Mulder-- and looking at what he's done for their baby.
She gasps in surprise as she steps into the room, hand falling to her stomach as though to get their turnip's attention-- to show her what her father's been up to.
He'd mentioned a sky of stars, and somehow that's what she'd gotten stuck on-- and left him to it in peace, aside from a standing offer to help if he wanted. And though she'd thought he'd do something wonderful-- though she really hadn't known what to expect-- she hadn't expected this. ]
Mulder-- you could get lost in here.
[ Without turning back to him-- she's craning her head back to look at the stars-- she reaches out blindly for his hand. ]
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She'd given up on those daydreams early-- and in her thirties, having found and lost and found the love of her life, having borne and given up a child, standing on the precipice of an uncertain future on the run-- she'd thought, then, that she understood life, and love. She'd looked back on those naive dreams of youth with a rueful laugh. She'd let them go.
But here she is-- home from her interesting, challenging job; kissing her brilliant, handsome-- well, Mulder-- and looking at what he's done for their baby.
She gasps in surprise as she steps into the room, hand falling to her stomach as though to get their turnip's attention-- to show her what her father's been up to.
He'd mentioned a sky of stars, and somehow that's what she'd gotten stuck on-- and left him to it in peace, aside from a standing offer to help if he wanted. And though she'd thought he'd do something wonderful-- though she really hadn't known what to expect-- she hadn't expected this. ]
Mulder-- you could get lost in here.
[ Without turning back to him-- she's craning her head back to look at the stars-- she reaches out blindly for his hand. ]