Happy Burpday Daddy!

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Title: Happy Burpday Daddy!
Author: Kelly J. Thompson
Rating: PG
Category: MSR, AU, Family fic, S, R, H, M POV
Summary: Mulder's Birthday family style
Spoilers: None in particular
Disclaimer: This Mulder, Scully, and William belong
to me. Their sadder and abandoned counterparts
belong to mean ignorant people who shall remain
nameless.
Feedback: Adore it immensely and can be sent to
foreverkel@zoominternet.net
Archive: Anywhere, just keep it as is
Authors Notes: This story was written in response
the Mulder's Birthday Challenge at the MSR
Preservation Society. The William in this fic is
based on my beautiful rambunctious two year old
niece, Alleysa for whom cracks me up on a hourly
basis. For the Purpose of this fic and because the
only episode I watched was the Truth, season nine
never happened.

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Happy Burpday Daddy!
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I woke to the shriek of "William!" and pounding little feet. Just as I
sat up to get out of bed, the bedroom door burst open and my two year
old son ran in carrying an 8x10 picture frame and what appeared to be
about a foot of wrapping paper. He then preceded to jump on top of me
screaming "Hep me Dadee hep me."

I snatched William up and sat him nicely on my lap. "Whoa, Sport, why
do you need help?" He looks at me with what Scully says are my puppy
dog eyes and starts to say something.

It was at this point my exasperated, very pregnant wife waddled into
the room. "William Joseph Mulder!" Our son immediately snuggled into
my chest, dropping his booty. Scully walks over to us, with a sigh and
grabs the paper and frame and sits down beside us. "I'm so sorry,
Mulder. I wanted you to be able to sleep in this morning, but your son
had other ideas," she says with a chuckle.

I look down at William and ruffle his dark brown hair. "What did you
do, buddy? Smuggle your ol' dad his birthday presents." I say smiling
down at him.

He then launches himself off my legs and begins jumping excitedly on
the bed, laughing in the way two year olds do. "Happy happy happy
Burpday, Daddy! I stop his jumping and give him a hug and a kiss.
"Thanks, Sport."

I must have the goofiest, happiest look on my face because Scully
laughs with me and lays her hand on my leg. "I've been coaching him to
say that for a week, but he never even tried. Must've been saving it
up until the right time." By this time our son had burrowed under the
blankets doing his best gopher impression.

I look at my wife sitting there laughing, and I thank a God that I've
come to somewhat believe in that, she does that a lot more often now.
I put my hand on her cheek, caressing it, and turning her head to face
me. "Thank you, Scully, for everything." Nodding to our little gopher
and my other hand rubbing over her swollen belly.

Just as I was about to kiss her, our second little miracle or "number
2" as Scully affectionately refers to our new baby, gave my hand a
swift kick. I smile and lean down toward my wife's belly and whisper
"Well good morning to you too, Squirt." Scully laughs then admonishes
me.

"Mulder, stop calling the baby that." She emphasizes this statement
with a light slap on my shoulder.

"What!? It's an innocent nickname!" Sitting up and looking at her with
my own puppy dog expression. She looks at me, raised eyebrow and all.

"Was it not you who just last night said to Frohike all it takes is a
little squirt to make a..." We feel a bounce that feels like a two
hundred pound Tigger just bounced us and we hear a very loud "HAPPY
BURPDAY, DADDY!"

Scully and I look back at our beaming son and start laughing. William
squeezes in between us and looks at the contents in his mother's hands
then up at her. "Gibe Daddy pesnents now?" He asks clapping his hands.

She smiles down to him and says, "okay, but just this one." She hands
the frame to Will and he very proudly hands it to me.

I take the present my smiling son has given to me, and ruffle his
hair. "Thanks, Buddy." I look at the frame and run my fingers over the
words "The Mulder Family" that are carved into the oak finished wood.
I look at Scully with tears gathering in my eyes. "It's beautiful,
Scully." I lean in and give her a soft kiss on the mouth. As I pull
away I notice what's inside the frame.

I look at the piece of paper inside with the frame with four stick
people two big and to small drawn on it and little squiggles of color
placed throughout and burst into laughter. "Scully did you draw this?"
I ask through my chortles.

She looks up at me "Yeah, and Will colored it." she said as she
chuckles with me and she hugs him close to her.

"Honey, I know I've been asking to have a family portrait done, but I
didn't think you would draw me one! I love it though."

"Glad you like it, Mulder, but it's just temporary. We are getting a
real one taken after the baby comes, I wrote that on the bottom of the
paper in there."

I look down at the picture and do indeed see it written there. I lean
over and give her another quick kiss. Then gather Will in my arms and
tell him he did a good job coloring mommy's picture. He gives me a big
smile then squirms out of my arms and to the floor. "I cawer nuver
one." He says with a giggle as he runs into his room.

"Well, Burpday Boy, that's my cue to make sure our son doesn't
redecorate the house."

She smiles and struggles to stand up. I get up and help her to her
feet and wrap my arms around her. "I love you, Scully," I whisper as I
look into her eyes.

"I love you too," she says as we hear giggles coming from Will's room.
She pulls away and waddles to the door.

She stops abruptly right outside the door with a gasp. "What happened,
did Will already redo the hallway?" I ask with a little laugh.

"No, Mulder, my water just broke."


To be continued...maybe

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Thank God I finished this on time. A very big thanks
Goes to Mary for the beta!