[ He dips his head to kiss her, neither willing nor able to withstand that particular look she's giving him. In all honesty, there's something about impregnating a woman that makes it difficult to say no to her in just about anything. Scully's doing all the hard work here, after all. His contribution comes mostly in the form of handyman work and backrubs, both of which he'd be willing to do anyway.

That'll change, he's betting, once three AM diaper changes are a thing, but he's willing to accept that fate. "Stay-at-home dad" isn't a role he ever imagined for himself, but he's warmed to the idea incredibly fast. Getting to focus all your time on a kid, making sure it has all the best parts of your childhood and none of the worst - or, at the very least, making sure it actually gets to talk about its missing siblings - has its appeals.

(Besides, if you're the one home with the kid, you get first crack at shaping its opinions on the paranormal. A significant consideration, under the circumstances.) ]

I only take payment in sex and arguments about the existence of the Loch Ness Monster. [ Another kiss, ignoring the way his back twinges. ] So I think this is a one-and-done project, unless you want the rest of the house painted.