Prompt: Post Season 11 - Scully's feeling shy about how big her tummy is getting. Mulder, however, is completely turned on by it and decides to show Scully how into it he is. NSFW optional. Thank you!!
To start with Mulder fears he’s done something wrong. Afterall, the past few months he’s been so used to seeing Scully naked that somedays it’s a shock to see her even wearing any clothes, so for her to suddenlyshy away from him makes no sense. Then he has another thought, maybe it’s justhormones. He’s both heard about and experienced the joys of the secondtrimester in pregnancy, and figures that all good things must come to an end.But that doesn’t exactly make sense. Hormones may explain why she’s no longerjumping into bed and spreading her legs faster than he could say “Flukeman”,but they don’t account for Scully now barricading herself in the bathroom toget ready for bed each night, or pushing Mulder away whenever he tries to pushup her nightdress to check out her blossoming baby bump.
And then suddenly he knows why. Scully isn’t pushing himaway solely because she doesn’t want to have sex, though of course that is afactor. Her doctor has advised her to rest up over the last few weeks of herpregnancy given her age and the added risks. No, she’s pushing him away becauseshe’s self-conscious about the way she looks.
It hits him one night when Scully’s soaking in the tub aftera long day in the office. She’d spent the best part of the afternoon in theautopsy bay, and at almost seven and a half months pregnant, that’s no meanfeat. She’d done it before of course, back when she was pregnant with William,but she was also eighteen years younger then, she’d reminded Mulder on severaloccasions. When they’d arrived home Mulder had offered to draw Scully a bath,bring her a cup of tea and wash her back. She’d taken him up on the first offerand declined his other suggestions, so while she soaks in the tub, Mulderstretches out on the bed to relax.
It’s not until he hears the water drain and Scully shufflingbehind the door that it finally clicks. He sits up on the bed and waits forScully to emerge from the bathroom. As the door opens he sees his wife beforehim, wearing her typical nightwear of late, black leggings, a long, grey shirtthat Mulder is pretty sure was his at one time, and her white towelled bathroom,no inch of skin in sight. He knows she must be uncomfortable, especially as it’son the warm side this evening, and even with the air con she’s been claimingthat their house has been like a furnace for weeks.
He watches as she crosses the room towards the dresser andthen he reaches out, taking hold of her hand, and gently tugs her towards him.She goes, albeit reluctantly. “Mulder.”
“What?” When he looks up at her he notices she doesn’t quitemeet his eye. “What’s with this?” he asks, moving to loosen the belt of Scully’srobe, not entirely surprised when she bats his hands away.
“You’re like a sauna Scully.”
“There’s a chill in the air.”
“There’s no chill in the air.” He tries again, reaching forher belt and this time, again reluctantly, she lets him untie it. He peels itaway from her slowly, revealing the swell of her abdomen. He leans forward andkisses it, waiting for her to pull away and relieved when she doesn’t. “I knowwhat you’re doing Scully.”
“You should know by now that you don’t have to hide from me.”
“I’m not hiding from you.”
This time he slips a hand underneath Scully’s t-shirt,sighing as she pulls away abruptly. “That’s not hiding from me?”
“No, I just…” She hesitates and Mulder takes the opportunityto continue.
“Scully, I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
“I’m sorry I’m not in the mood to have sex right now.”
“This isn’t about sex and you know it.”
She’s quiet, her silence telling him that his suspicions arecorrect. “You’re hiding from me because you don’t want me to see you. Don’tthink I haven’t noticed the way you shut yourself in the bathroom to get readyin the morning or undressed at night, or the way you lock the bathroom doorwhen you take a shower in case I decide to join you. There’s a heatwave goingon outside and you’re still wearing layers.”
“You don’t want to see me like this.”
He manages not to smile, well aware that for Scully it’scertainly no laughing matter. “You’re not fat.”
“You’re eight months pregnant Scully. You can hardly noticeyou’re pregnant from behind.”
“I can’t bend down, I’m too fat to shave my own legs, Ican’t even remember the last time I could see my toes.”
“I’ll shave your legs for you, I’ll even paint your toes foryou.”
“Scully, you’ve been pregnant before.” He knows it’s agamble, to bring William – or Jackson as he goes by these days – up now, awarefrom experience that due to her hormones, sometimes even the mere mention oftheir son’s name will have her in tears. It’s happened more so recently, afterJackson took off again. They haven’t seen him in weeks, and though Mulder figuresthat his son is likely feeling out of place with the imminent arrival of thenew baby, he knows Scully is scared they won’t see him again.
“I know that,” she replies, thankfully remaining composed. “ButI’m even bigger this time.”
“If by “even bigger” you mean “still tiny” Scully…” Shedoesn’t look convinced. “…you’re a doctor. It’s common in your secondpregnancy. Your uterus muscles have already stretched and…what?”
Scully isn’t exactly smiling, but she looks amused.
“You’re not the only one preparing for this baby Scully. I’vebeen reading up on what to expect when we’re expecting.” She knows that ofcourse, she’s spent the past seven months humoring him as he’s informed her ofyet another fact she already knew.
“So you know everything now?”
“Maybe not everything, not quite,” he concedes. “But I knowyou’re beautiful.”
“My ankles are the size of an elephant’s.”
“I’ve put on almost forty pounds Mulder.”
“It’s all baby and water because you certainly haven’t putweight on anywhere el…” he trails off, glancing up at her chest, then shootsher a playful smirk. Scully follows his gaze and sighs.
“I can’t remember the last time I wore a regular sized bra.”
“Don’t you dare complain about your breasts Scully, becauseI’m certainly not. The pregnant version of you is an incredible turn on.”
Her eyes narrow. “So the non-pregnant version of me isn’t?”
“Dana, you’re a turn on all of the time, pregnant or not.”
“But my body’s not the same anymore. I appreciate you haveneeds which I can’t fulfil anymore, and that you might be tempted to lookelsewhere.”
“What? Scully, are you implying I’m seeing someone else?”
“No, I’m just saying you have urges.”
“And I also have restraint, not to mention my right hand.”
“There are lots of beautiful women around.”
“And I happen to be married to one, happily married,” hestresses. “You’re it for me and not because you’re some kind of consolationprize, but because I want to be with you. You’re the jackpot Scully, and itdoesn’t matter how many stretchmarks you have or if you tell me we’re neverhaving sex again, you’re stuck with me. You’re beautiful Scully, I know you don’tfeel it, but you are. You’re pregnant, you’re carrying a little person insideof you, a little you and a little me, and I’d say that’s pretty damn awesome.”
“I know that,” she replies, placing her right hand on herstomach. “This little person has almost outstayed her welcome.”
Smiling, Mulder rests his hand atop of Scully’s, satisfiedwhen she doesn’t pull away. “Every stretch mark you claim you have which I can’tsee is a reminder that your body has carried two miracles against the odds. Idon’t care if you put on forty pounds or four hundred, you look amazing and I’min awe of you. Although,” he adds with a smirk. “If you put on four hundredpounds it’s going to be hard to fit you in the car when she does decide to makean appearance.” Scully lifts her hand to slap him and Mulder laughs, slippinghis own beneath her shirt, feeling their daughter shift against his touch. He’llnever tire of this. “You don’t have to hide from me Dana,” he repeats. “I knowthat last time I gave you every reason to doubt me, but this time it’sdifferent.”
Feeling her begin to relax, Mulder slides his hand higher,pulling Scully’s shirt up with him. When her belly is finally revealed heshoots her a reassuring smile, then leans forward to press a kiss to her skin. “Ididn’t get to say it enough last time, but this is awesome. You’re amazingScully, and you’re beautiful.” He pauses, suddenly looking pleased withhimself. “You’re amazingly beautiful.”
“Drunk in love. Isn’t that what Beyonce said?”
“You’re a Beyonce fan now?”
“We’re about to have a baby Scully, I need to get up to datewith modern popular culture so she doesn’t think I’m old.”
“You’ve got this Benjamin Button thing going on Scully. You’reageing backwards and it’s adorable.”
“Alright, hands down you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seenin my life and I’m counting down the weeks until I can show you just how muchyou turn me on. Is that better?”
She smiles. “I’m sorry I can’t take you up on that offer.”
“Doctors orders. It wasyour doctor who told you that, wasn’t it? You’re not just telling me thatbecause you don’t want me to see you?”
“Of course it was, it…” Scully trails off, realizing he’sjoking with her.
“I know. Come on,” he says, kissing her belly and pullingher top back down into place. “It is a sauna in here this evening. Take offyour clothes and come to bed you hot, sexy momma.”
“Excuse me?” She giggles, clearly amused at his words.
“Wait, no. You’re a MILF.”
“What’s a MILF?” she asks, tugging down her leggings.
“Don’t ask,” Mulder replies as he helps her out of them,then shifts over on the bed. Within moments she’s in bed and on her side facingMulder, smiling as his hand gravitates back to her stomach. The baby’smovements slow as she settles down for a rest, and Scully begins to feelherself drift too. As Mulder kills the light and shifts in the bed, he hearshis wife’s voice beside him. “I guess that means you’re a DILF.” He could hearthe smile in her voice.
Smirking, he closes his eyes. “I hope so.”
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