Chapter Nine: Deceived

Scully had found herself lounging in front of the mirror for what seemed like an eternity. Gazing at the naked reflection staring back at her, she carefully lifted her shirt to expose the still small, but evident slope of her swollen stomach. She was approaching the fourth month of her pregnancy and she was well aware that it was noticeable. She gently caressed her abdomen as she felt the little flutters come from within. Scully couldn’t help but smile at the thought that the baby would be kicking in another month or so. Without the luxury of an obstetrician, she would use her vast knowledge as a doctor and her experiences from her first pregnancy to course her along through the stages. However, given the circumstances in her last pregnancy, it was still frightening not having any other reliable source of information other than her own scientific back ground.

She felt another flutter at the base of her stomach. She wasn’t sure but she gingerly touched the spot where she assumed it had been a foot that connected with the walls of her abdomen. God, they had been running for the past few months and their chance of finally finding a home to raise their child was ever so quickly abolished. Scully bit her lip and tried her best to force back the impertinent tears. Their chance of finding peace seemed very slim. Closing her eyes, she finally allowed the tears to come.

When Scully felt strong arms slip around her barren middle, she was barely able too let out a gasp before Mulder placed a finger to her lips. As if reading her mind, Mulder whispered, “We’ll find a way.”

Scully turned in Mulder’s embrace, seeing that he was going commando as well. Without a word, Mulder led her to the shower wanting anything but to shower alone this morning. In his hand was a small bottle of KY mint scented lubricant. She turned her gaze from the bottle to the grinning Mulder before her. “When did you get that?”

“I got it at the reception desk last night.” he said with a boyish smile.

She lifted a brow. “Mulder, since when do motels carry lubricant?”

“Act now, ask questions later.” Mulder replied with a teasing look.

Scully gave Mulder a quizzical look but nonetheless stepped into the shower. He turned on the water until it reached a warm temperature. Gesturing for Scully to go first, Mulder followed her in and slid the glass door closed. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too small for a motel.

Mulder ran his hands up the navel of her swollen stomach until he reached her breasts. Scully let out a gasp. He was about to ask her what was wrong until it dawned on him that they hadn’t been intimate since she became pregnant. Scully placed his hands on her breasts and moaned when she felt the water from the shower nozzle pour down onto her chest. Mulder smiled and bent over to squeeze a bit of lube into his palm before spreading some onto Scully and himself for easier and smoother access. Scully could feel the swell of his erect shaft from behind her. She bent forward and braced herself on the shower wall in semi standing doggy style. Mulder gently held her waist as he had started to enter her, then came to a complete stop. Startled, Scully turned around. “What is it, Mulder?” she asked.

“Are you sure this is okay, you know with the baby and all?” he asked with a concerned glance towards the swell of her stomach.

“We won’t have to worry about that for quite a while, although sex will not hurt the baby, doctors usually advise minimal sex after the sixth month. As the baby develops, the more awkward it will become.” she said that last part with a laugh.

The sensation of the water pouring onto Scully’s back was erotic as they prepared to make love. “Where did you get the idea to do it in the shower, Mulder?”

“I should be asking you that question. You were pretty tight with your regular pizza man.” The joke had caught Scully off guard and she appeared hurt at the remark.

Mulder instantly noticed the change in Scully’s mood and gently slid out of her. He coaxed her into turning and facing him. Mulder cupped her chin in his hands. “Hey, it’s okay Scully, I’m just kidding.” he said with a gentle smile. Deciding that their shower was complete, Mulder turned the nozzle and stepped out, reaching out to help his partner.

Scully’s emotions had decided to take charge along with the symptoms of pregnancy. “I know, it’s okay.” she assured.

Mulder was about to let out a reply when she let out a sharp, “Oh!”

“What is it?”

“I think she’s kicking.” she whispered softly as she guided the palm of Mulder’s hand towards the slope of her stomach.

Mulder couldn’t help but smile when he felt the ever so light sensations coming from his partner’s stomach. “You think it’s a girl?” he asked like a curious little boy with his eyes filled with wonder.

“I’m not sure, but I’d like to think so. I don’t know…I guess it’s a maternal instinct. We won’t know for sure for another few weeks.” Scully explained.

“Did you know in Chinese culture that it’s good luck to have a boy and a girl, Scully?” Mulder asked.

“Since when did you become an expert in Chinese culture, Mulder?” Scully raised her brow questioningly.

“I don’t know, Chinese friend in high school. Anyway, John called a minute ago and said for us to meet at IHOP in a half hour.” he said eyeing a small container of motel lotion.

“Alright, we should probably get going.” she said, her eyes finally dropping to the object of Mulder’s attention.

Mulder had wanted to do something relaxing for Scully, ever since she had found out she was pregnant. “Scully, c’mere.” he said gently as he reached for the lotion.

After quickly putting on their clothes, Mulder lead her over towards the edge of the bed.

She looked at Mulder questioningly and followed him towards their motel bed. They sat on the edge of the bed and Mulder moved to undo the buttons on Scully’s blouse that were threatening to rip from Scully’s ever-expanding girth. Mulder was surprised to find that the petite sized shirt could barely fit over Scully’s middle, he could see the skin of her abdomen that it was unable to accommodate. Mulder looked at Scully knowingly.

“I know, I know. I need to give up and start buying maternity clothes.” she sighed.

Mulder couldn’t help but laugh. “If you want my opinion, Dr. Scully, no clothes would settle with me.” he explained as he slipped his hands up her blouse.

“Don’t go there, G-man.” Scully smiled.

Mulder loved to tease her; right now he just wanted to make her feel good. He removed the cap of the lotion and squeezed a good amount into the palm of his hand. “Come on Scully, sit in my lap.” he smirked.

Scully couldn’t help but smile and obey. This was the first time she had seen him even remotely happy. Mulder moved to spread his legs and accommodate his petite partner. Scully laid her head back as she allowed Mulder to work a thick layer of lotion onto her smooth pale stomach. Scully closed her eyes and hummed upon feeling the warmth of his hands spread the cool lotion onto the cocoon, which bore their child.

They lay there in that position for what seemed like only a few moments before there was a sharp nock at the door. “Mulder, Scully? Open up, its John Doggett.” Scully pulled her shirt down as Mulder went to open the door.

When Mulder had opened the door, Doggett was faced with a very annoyed looking Dana Scully. “Uh, I’m sorry bad time?” he managed, trying to keep himself from displaying any signs of embarrassment.

“No, of course not.” Mulder said with a hint of sarcasm.

Doggett decided to ignore the vague hint of sarcasm and got to the point. “Well, you’d better get to the restaurant. Monica and Gibson are over there now. Though, I’d suggest you’d check out before you meet us over there. We need to hit the road as soon as possible without leaving any trails.” he explained.

Shortly after Doggett went to meet Reyes and Gibson, Mulder and Scully hurriedly grabbed their carry-ons before meeting them inside the restaurant. Scully looked at her watch to see that it was nearly ten-thirty. They had planned to be long gone before any signs of Calvary arrived. They sighed with relief once they entered the air-conditioned restaurant. North Carolina was humid pretty early on in the day, to their surprise.

A friendly waitress, who appeared to be in her mid twenties, smiled and greeted them. “We’re meeting some friends.” Scully said with a forced smile. As they proceeded to look for the trio, they looked around to see crowds of families struggling to keep their young children under control as well as a few older couples. The IHOPs they have been to were usually crowded, especially on Saturday mornings with an hour plus wait.

Luckily, moments later they spotted their friends at a large circular table large enough to seat the five of them. “We’re glad you made it.” John said trying to lighten the situation.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure we’d get here sooner or later.” Mulder said with a laugh as he glanced at Scully.

“We’re going to need to know where to go from here.” John explained

“Getting to the family is the easy part. Convincing the family to give us William isn’t going to go over to well.” Monica sighed.

Scully bit her lip. “I need to get my son back,” she whispered. “If he’s in the same type of danger, we need to get him out of there.”

Monica nodded with outmost concern. The boy was like a nephew to her. “And we will, Dana, we just need to take one step at a time. Keeping him safe is the priority.”

All Scully could manage was a small nod before she held the menu until it nearly covered her face. She quietly allowed a tear to slip freely.

Gibson was especially quiet, thankful that everyone was too tired to notice. The group remained silent until the waitress came around and took their orders; they each ordered something cheap, yet appetizing for the trip ahead. Mulder somehow convinced Scully to eat a bit more than the others and drink milk since she was eating for two. There was a point in time where Scully did care about being prim and proper not only in her appearance but also in her demeanor. At this point, Scully couldn’t care less. They were fugitives on the run and she was pregnant and looking for their son. Not the same FBI Agent that would try and make everything seem rational.

Suddenly feeling overwhelmed and dizzy, Scully excused herself and walked to the restroom to relieve her bladder. Each day, it seemed like the baby was getting bigger and bigger, making her go pee every two hours. She came to a complete stop when she saw an international newspaper article that caught her attention. She peered forward to get a closer look at the bold letters that marked the front of the page. Reaching forward to pick up the paper, Scully started to read it very carefully. ‘Disaster in Wyoming kills foster parents.’ As Scully read on, tears began to form in her eyes. “Oh, god. We’ve been set up.”