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It was nearly three in the morning when they were awoken by a crying baby. The third time she had been awoken in as many hours, Scully groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the covers higher around her shoulders.
“Your turn,” She murmured, already half asleep.
“No its not,” Mulder said, his voice thick and gravelly, “I got up last time,”
“You did not! She stopped crying before you even left the room!”
He turned to her with an impish smile, his eyes glittering in the low light, “Yes, but I got out of bed. Therefore, it's your turn.”
“Oh is that how it works?”
“Mhmm.”
“Well I grew her inside of me for nine months, had her cut out of me, and now she uses me as a personal milk fountain, so I think it’s your turn.” She gave him a thin smile as he groaned, forfeiting the argument as he sat up.
“Fine, but it's your turn next time.”
As he got out of bed, Scully rolled over once again and was asleep almost immediately, exhausted as new mothers always are. She got just a few more minutes of sleep before the crying got louder and she woke up to Mulder standing beside the bed, bouncing the crying infant in his arms, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“I think she’s hungry,”
“Again?” Scully asked, already sitting up and pulling a pillow on her lap,” she just ate like an hour ago.”
Mulder shrugged as he handed the baby to her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He watched thoughtfully as the redhead unbuttoned her pajama shirt and held the child close to her chest. Almost immediately the crying stopped as she began to eat. The two parents sat in silence, the only noise a slight “ca” sound from the baby. Scully shut her eyes for a moment, exhaustion hitting her like a wave. When she opened them again, she noticed Mulder smiling at her from his spot on the bed.
“What is it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I never thought I would have a life like this,” he confessed, “a life where my biggest concern is who’s turn it is to quiet the baby.” He placed a hand on her cheek, brushing away a strand piece of titian hair as he had so many times before. Gently, so as not to disturb the baby he leaned in and kissed his partner, a simple gesture but in the soft moonlight it felt like they were flying. When they broke apart they were both smiling.
“I love doing the mundane things with you, Scully,” he whispered, leaning his forehead into hers.
“Does that mean you’re going to take the next turn?”
“Definitely not.”