If Daddy Had Only Seen
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Author: Kelly J. Thompson
Title: If Daddy Had Only Seen
Rating: PG
Category: MSR, H, Fam Fic, Song Fic kinda
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Will!!! Santa's in hall kissing Mommy!!!"
Disclaimer: Chris Carter and Fox Television own
these Characters. If you think I do I'd suggest you
see a therapist.
Feedback: is very happily accepted at:
foreverkel@zoominternet.net
Archive: Anywhere just leave the story and notes as
they are.
Author's Notes: This fic was written for Devin as
part of the MSR Preservation Society's Holiday Gift
Exchange. Hope you have a Great Christmas, Devin,
and I hope you enjoy this story. Oh, and Happy
Holidays to everyone else as well!
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If Daddy Had Only Seen
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I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up in
my bedroom fast asleep.
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Dana Scully looks around her cheerfully decorated
living room, taking in the twinkling multi-colored
lights on the tree. She leans back against the foot of
the sofa as she finishes wrapping the last gift, sighing
in satisfaction of the fact that they're finally done and
can move on to other things. Looking at all the
presents under the tree, she can't believe that she and
Mulder bought their children so much. "It looks like
Santa's sleigh crash-landed in here," she mutters aloud.
She glances around the room and stretches to look into
the kitchen, hoping to spot her elusive husband. Not
finding him, she gets up to hunt and, just as she gets
to the stairway, she spots the object of her search
starting down. He is dragging what she assumes is
bags with even more gifts in them.
"Mulder!" she exclaims in exasperation with her hands
on her hips. "Please tell me that there aren't more
presents in those bags."
"Okay, I won't," he retorts, smiling brightly at his
beautiful wife. "But I'd be lying."
"Don't you think that all this may be a bit much?" she
asks, gesturing to the packages in Mulder's hands.
"There's no such thing as too much when it comes to
my family, Scully."
"But Mulder, the living room is already half-full. We'll
be lucky to even get to the tree at this rate."
Making it down the stairs, he walks up to his wife
drops his bags and kisses her softly. "Bear with me,
Baby. I'm having fun here."
"Mmm, you know there *are* other ways to have fun,"
she whispers against his lips as she wraps her arms
around him.
"There's something more fun than getting ready for
Santa?" he asks mockingly as he pulls his mouth away
from hers.
"Do you have a fever?" she replies with a small chuckle,
bringing the back of her hand to his forehead,
pretending to check for temperature. "I've never known
you to disregard *fun* before."
"I'm not disregarding it," he whispers with a kiss on her
ear. "I'm just saving it for later."
"I don't know," Scully rejoins, shaking her head. "I'm
going to have a headache later."
"Oh come on," he mock-whines. "Stop being such a
party pooper. Besides, I have a surprise," he declares,
grabbing a large bag and waving it in her face.
"What is it?" she inquires with childlike excitement in
her eyes, trying to peek into the bag.
"Let's wrap the rest of these presents, then I'll show
you," he whispers conspiratorially, waggling his
eyebrows as he gathers the other packages.
Scully sighs and follows her husband into the crowded
living room. She stands at the doorway, watching him
clear some space to place his cargo. As he sits down
and begins the task of gift-wrapping, she remembers a
time not so long ago that his skills in this area were
less than stellar. She observes him now with interest as
he meticulously folds and tapes the paper, his tongue
poking out in concentration. She has to smile as she
thinks of the changes that having a family have brought
out in this man, how now his Christmas spirit would
even rival that of Santa's best elf.
"You know, Baby, if you came over here and helped
me out. . . we could get to *later* much sooner," he
announces lasciviously, all the while never looking up
from his wrapping.
"Oh, okay," she sighs as she wades her way to him and
sits close beside him.
"Don't act so enthused," he mutters sarcastically,
finally looking at her.
"I would be if you'd just tell me what the surprise is,"
she declares saucily, suddenly lunging for the bag the
that sits on the other side of him.
"Oh, no you don't," he laughs as he catches her in
mid-lunge and pushing her back into sitting position.
"Just wrap," he scolds pointing to the unwrapped gifts.
She gives him a little pout and picks up a small
package. It's then that she looks over and notices
Mulder beginning to wrap a Disney Princess dress-up
set.
"Mulder, Rachel already has plenty of dress-up
clothes," Scully chastises gently.
"She's our only daughter, Scully" he replies with a
shrug. "She deserves to be treated like a princess."
"And I suppose our only son deserves to be treated
like a basketball player?" she inquires, holding up a
boys Knicks jersey with 'Mulder' printed on the back
and matching shorts she found in the box she had
picked up.
"Not just any basketball player," he corrects with
excitement. "The New York Knicks' Star Center."
"Yeah, yeah, so you've predicted before."
"I mean, picture it now," he proclaims, holding his
hands up to make a frame. "Will Mulder, you've just
won the NBA Championship! What are you going to
do now?"
She can't help but laugh at his exuberance. She loves
listening to him predict their children's futures, all the
while knowing that if their successes come in
different packages, he'll be just as proud. Seeing
Mulder as a father can still be a shock to her at times,
although she should have guessed that he'd take on
parenthood with the same dedication he had to his
quest.
They wrap the rest of the presents in much the same
manner, enjoying one another's company and bantering
back and forth. When they finish Mulder leans back
into the couch and pulls her with him her back to his
chest.
"So, are we actually done this time, or do you have
more gifts stashed somewhere?" Scully jokes,
snuggling into her husband.
"We're done," he replies simply, nuzzling his face into
her neck.
"Mmm, good," she murmurs softly, then turns her
head to look at him. "So, do I get my surprise now?"
"Of course," he answers, sitting up. "But you're going
to have to let me up."
"Mulder, the bag is right there," she whines, pointing
to the bag at his side.
"I know that, but this surprise needs to be presented
properly."
Scully grudgingly moves from her comfortable seat
to allow him to stand. She watches him grab the bag
and start to the stairs.
"Where are you going with my gift?" she asks in
surprise.
"Patience, Scully, patience," he cries over his shoulder
as he hurries up the stairs.
She shakes her head as she lifts herself from the floor,
wondering what exactly Mulder has up his sleeve.
As she waits, she moves to the mantle and picks up a
the new Christmas picture of their smiling children.
She thoughtfully runs her finger over the faces of
whom those close to them affectionately refer to as
clones of their parents.
William's tall for six years old, and is the spitting
image of his father, she thinks to herself as she gazes at
his prototype, complete with hazel eyes chestnut hair
and generous but fitting nose. The big difference
between him and his father for the time being is the
gap where his two front teeth should be. Then her eyes
focus on their baby, Rachel. *Well, not really a baby
anymore,* she thinks, looking at her four-year-old
angel in all her red-haired, blue-eyed glory.
Scully immediately places the picture back where it
belongs as she hears Mulder's descent down the stairs.
"Don't turn around," he announces suddenly. "I'm not
quite finished yet."
She hears him fiddle around with something, all the
while fighting the urge to turn and see just what he's
up to.
"Okay, you can turn around now."
When she turns around and finally gets a look at
Mulder, she can't hold back the chortle that escapes
her. Her eyes scan his body from the black leather
boots on his feet to the red fluffy pants and coat, then
the fake white beard on his face, and finally the fluffy
red cap on the top of his head.
"Is this my surprise, Mulder?" she inquires
incredulously, eyeing him again from head to toe.
"Well, yes," he replies with humor in his voice. "I
know how much you like men in uniform."
"It's a Santa suit," she states plainly, successfully
keeping her laughter at bay.
"I know! Isn't it great?" he proclaims in excitement,
twirling around, showing her the whole outfit.
Finally Scully allows a warm chuckle as she throws her
arms around her own not-so-little jolly elf.
"It's exactly what I wanted." A stray hand tugs at the
beard as the elastic automatically snaps it back into
place. "A bit overdressed, perhaps, but otherwise
exactly what I wanted. My own personal Santa."
"Mmmmmm. . . so you're my own personal elf for the
night?" he inquires as his lips seek out hers.
"I'm whatever you want me to be," she replies between
kisses. "Santa."
Both are unaware of the tiny little spy at the top of the
stairs, and neither see the large eyes popping out of
Rachel's little face. Nor do they hear her scampering
little feet.
They *do*, however, hear her excitedly- and *loudly*
--whisper, "Will!!! Santa's in the hall kissing
Mommy!!!"
And as they hear two pairs of feet now barreling down
the hallway, they each share a warm grin and a chuckle.
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Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
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