Mulder reached down into the crib and, with a playful groan that said look how big you are, picked up his son.
“There’s my little bear cub,” he said, hugging him to his chest and kissing his warm scalp. Mulder breathed in his scent, making a memory. It was baby lotion, a hint of lavender, a hint of Scully, and, of course, that patented new-human smell. “Be sure to bug the crap out of your mom for me while I’m gone. I’ll see you soon.”