Because I'm a whore for post-"deadalive" I NEED to know how Scully told him she was pregnant AND that he was the father. So, list 1 "I'm pregnant"
haha, the phrasing of this ask is hilarious. I am in the middle of another fic for you too by the way (writer’s block) but until then, hopefully, this satisfies your post-deadalive angst need :) btw it strays from canon, because I refuse to believe that timeline and the way they handled things.
p.s. - I re-watched the scene where he wakes up for inspiration and it’s absolutely gut-wrenching, Tony Wharmby (who directs NCIS) directed this scene beautifully.
“Did anyone miss me?” he whispered into her hair
She laughed into his chest, tears soaking his hospital gown. She lifted her head to kiss his shoulder and clutched his hand tighter. She fell asleep on his chest minutes later, the sound of his heartbeat no longer just a dream or wishful thinking, but reality.
Mulder couldn’t fall asleep, he felt like he’d been sleeping for eternity. Even if he did fall asleep, he wouldn’t be able to shake the images digging holes into his active brain, tarnishing what remained of it. So he lay there, breathing in her scent, running his thumb of her knuckles, brushing his lips over her head. He never wanted to leave her again, things were about to change, he’d decided. No more X-Files, no more FBI, no more running. He was going to take her away, get out of here, live a normal life together; they deserved it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft twitch near his thigh. It was an odd twitch, more forceful than a shiver, but softer than a hit. Something was kicking against him.
He shifted and lifted his head above Scully’s to get a better look. Her shoulders looked bigger, wider, so did her hips. Odd. He reached to the spot where he felt the movement in his thigh, but she woke up at the commotion. He took one look at her and his heart swelled.
“Hey” Mulder said, his voice still a little dry
Scully smiled and bit her lips, but the tears escaped anyways. He brushed his thumb over them and looked at her, her eyes said everything they needed to. And so did his. They always communicated with their eyes. Her blue ones were shining with relief, and something else, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Uneasiness? Anxiety? Confusion?
She sensed him analyzing her and lowered her head, her hair falling over her face. He went to tuck it back, but she moved. She reached over to the table across from them and gave him some water.
“Here, drink some water. It’ll help your throat.” she said softly
He nodded and lifted himself up to a sitting position, grimacing in pain. He half-laughed, half-grunted.
She held the straw up to his mouth, and he put his lips around the tip, brushing them across her fingers. His lips and her skin met for a time shorter than a nanosecond, but enough to send a shiver down her spine and transform his eyes from hazel to dark green.
He swallowed, maintaining eye-contact with her the entire time. Mulder really wanted to cut to the chase here. She moved the cup of water back to the table and lifted herself a little, resting her forehead against his. He didn’t miss the extra effort it took her to move, but it was quickly forgotten when she brushed her lips against his.
For the first time since he woke, he felt alive, truly alive. He leaned forward, kissing her harder. She moaned as his tongue traveled over her mouth, banging at the gates for refuge. When she invited him in, it took all the power in him not to rip his IV out and wrap both arms around her. His body betrayed him though, he moved back, unable to breathe anymore. Suffocation never felt so good.
She leaned her forehead against his again, “I missed you so much”, she whispered with wet lips and flushed cheeks.
He nodded, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. She moved back into the chair and he threw his head back against his pillow. He twisted his neck to the side, looking at her with a sly smile that made her head drop in bashfulness.
When she lifted it back up again, her eyes were more serious, the redness in her cheeks gone. She fixed her posture and folded her hands in her lap like the proper agent she was.
“Mulder. We have to talk.”
Her tone made him nervous, so he mimicked her posture and waited for her to speak, or at least tried to.
“Don’t tell me, I can’t walk can I? No function in my lower extremities?” he asked, trying to dissipate the tension in the room.
She gave him a small smile.
“Oh god Scully, I can live without my legs, but what about.. him. The other guy.”
She smiled again, “Based on his response during that kiss, I think he’s fine”
He chuckled and grabbed her hand, going into a classic Mulder ramble that made her heart twitch in nostalgia.
“Scully, what is it? Just say it, did you kill my fish? Did you meet someone else? Is it Frohike? That tiny teapot was just waiting for me to dissapear wasn’t he? Oh God Scully tell me it wasn’t Skinner? No, I can tell from your face it definitely wasn’t Skinner. Holy shit, did the Red Sox win the World Series? Scully tell me it ain’t so! Put me back in the coma if it’s true, I couldn’t live in a world where-”
“Mulder, I’m pregnant”
“Well, look whose awake!” Dr. Luongo said, walking into the room with impeccable timing.