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Scully stands at the sink finishing the last of their breakfast dishes. Hearing a loud crash from above that shakes the whole house, she rushed up the stairs.
Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom she and Mulder shared - Mulder was groaning. The dog barked and pounced around, tail wagging. Their daughter was using Mulder’s stomach as a pillow and she laughed so loud Scully had to shout.
“What’s going on?”
Maggie, M to Mulder, now 4 stopped giggling long enough to explain.
“Daddy was showing me how he used to jump on the bed when he was a little boy. Weren’t you Daddy?”
Amidst the splintered wreckage of the antique mahogany bed they’d chosen together, he was sprawled, Scully tapped her foot - waiting. Mulder opened his eyes slowly and looked at Scully his expression sheepish.
Scully sighed. "Mulder... How many time's have I told you not to jump on the bed?"