“Hey, don’t forget this. Relax the
back. Breathe in, breathe out.”
“How do you know all these things,
“I’m unemployed. I got a lot of
time on my hands. Oprah. I watch a lot of Oprah.” There’s sadness in her
eyes, or exhaustion; these days it’s hard to tell with a myriad of new
expressions and feelings in her repertoire. He’s getting better at it, though.
At all of this.
“Actually, I read the books.”
Mulder admits with a sheepish smile. He hasn’t mentioned it before, because
they have yet to talk about this. This baby thing. He doesn’t know what she
expects, and up until he read up on it in the books, he wasn’t sure what he
could expect either. For better or worse, another conversation they should maybe
have and soon, he is in this now. He’s all in.
“The books, Mulder?” Bless
her for shooting him a smile in this mess.
“Yes, the books. All of them. Like
I said, I’m unemployed and… and I want to be involved, Scully. I missed so much
already. I’m not going to miss anything else. I mean unless you don’t want me… here
or there.” He holds his breath afraid she’s going to throw him out or take
the pillow from him and hit him with it. Instead she touches his arm, lets her
fingers curl around it. Mulder feels the pillow under his shirt slip to the
ground where it lands with a soft thud. Neither of them cares.
“I do want you, Mulder. Here,
there and everywhere.”
“Scully, did you just quote a Beatles
song?” She moves closer to him, her stomach gently bumping against him,
and he tightens his arms behind her back. They haven’t been this close in too
long and he wishes they could stay like this, in this pure, perfect moment, for
a while longer.
“We should get going. I shouldn’t
have spent so much time at the office. Leaving was harder than I thought it
“Don’t feel guilty for leaving,
Scully. I’m sure Agent Doggett can take care of himself.”
“He deserves a partner, Mulder. I
always had one.” He’s quietly staring into her eyes.
“I know, but right now, you should
worry about the little agent in here,” he puts his hand on her stomach
carefully without breaking eye contact. The smile on her face tells him this is
right, “you don’t owe the FBI or him anything.”
“Thank you, Mulder.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s go and
forget about the FBI for a couple of hours. We don’t want to be late, do we? We
need to learn how to breathe after all.” Together, he thinks and grins at
her before he puts his hand on her back leading her out the door.
Some broken things you can’t mend. Some you have to put together very slowly, piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.
Hey I was wondering if you could help me! I'm looking everywhere for the full quote "do you want to fight, do you want to bleed" in romanization but I can't find it anywhere. Do you happen to know how its written?
Heya. It should be: Ssa go sip eo! Pi na go sip eo!