Title:  Welcome Home 
Author: Michelle 
Rating: R (some light sexual content) 
Category: MSR, Scully angst, RST, smut
Archiving: Yes, but please tell me where and keep all headers 
attached.

Summary: When Mulder finds Scully just after she has given birth, 
they fly home in the helicopter and make a stop at the hospital for a 
few days. What happens when they first come home, before 
Mulder goes into hiding? Mulder finds a Scully secret too.

Spoilers: Existence (this story takes place just after Mulder finds 
Scully, after she has given birth, but as an alternative ending to the 
episode Existence.)

Disclaimer: These characters from The X-files belong to Christ 
Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and FOX Broadcasting. No 
copyright infringement is intended. I make no money, I promise. 
This is just for fun!

Author's Notes: There is a phrase I used in this story that I saw on 
a t-shirt. The phrase didn't have a trademark or anything. If 
someone actually "owns" this phrase, there is no infringement 
intended and I'm happy to give credit where credit is due.

Feedback: Loved and Cherished at 
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Dana Scully's Apartment 
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
6:55pm

"Welcome home," Mulder said in a somber tone as he pushed open 
the door for her. Scully entered her apartment, setting two bags 
down just at her feet and hanging her jacket on the coat rack. 
Mulder followed her inside, one strong arm holding a baby carrier 
with their son soundly sleeping inside.

Scully kicked off her shoes and made her way through the 
apartment, absently staring at the furniture and pictures that 
decorated her home. She ran her fingers over her desk, clad in a 
light layer of dust; then she continued walking the parameters. 
Why, she was not sure. Time just seemed to stop, and for a 
moment, her life was surreal.

She finally got everything she had ever wanted. She had Mulder. 
She felt a connection with him; well beyond the type of love she 
thought existed. She loved him more then she ever thought 
possible. If it were not for his gift to her, she surely would have 
ended her life if she had not found him alive.

The gift. Her son. Their son. She never thought children would be 
her top priority, even before she found out that she could not 
conceive. But once she fell in love with Mulder, she learned that 
love should not be wasted. That set off her biological clock, the 
yearning to have a baby with the man she loved; to have a family 
to call all her own.

As Scully made her way down the hallway, a voice lulled her out 
of her trance and she settled her hand on the doorjamb to William's 
nursery. She peered in, just watching as Mulder tentatively looked 
at his infant son on the changing table, obviously trying to decide 
how to change a diaper.

"Okay little guy. I can do this, right?" he smiled at William, who 
was still too young to smile back. Mulder grasped at the tabs on 
either side of William's hips and pulled them away until the diaper 
slid off easily. He folded it oddly and looked down for a trashcan. 
He did not see one, but something entirely different sitting in its 
place.

Scully contemplated on helping him, but decided that it was more 
fun to watch this scenario unfold before her eyes.

"Diaper Genie," Mulder read as his eyes roved over the 
contraption. "Humm...looks extraterrestrial to me." Mulder 
chuckled at himself. Mulder put his foot on the pedal and the lid 
popped open. He tossed the diaper inside and closed the lid, not 
realizing that there was a lever that he was supposed to pull to seal 
the diaper in its own bag.

Returning to William, who was just staring around the room, 
Mulder grabbed a clean diaper from under the changing table and 
proceeded to put it on his son. As Mulder finally got the diaper 
back on the wiggling child, he looked down at the soft swell of the 
baby's belly and was compelled to press his lips against the smooth 
skin.

As William cooed at him, Scully smiled. Mulder caught her eyes 
as she peered through the cracked door.

"This is wonderful," he smiled, meeting her eyes as he lifted his 
head from William's belly and pulled his thumb from the baby's 
grip.

"It is. It's the best thing in have ever experienced. You are 
wonderful with him," Scully complemented.

Mulder shrugged as if doubtful as he fed William's arms back into 
his pajama suit. "I'm not wonderful yet. I still have a lot to learn. 
But I don't think William minds."

Mulder picked up William and hugged him to his chest and placed 
a kiss on the infant's forehead before laying him on his back in his 
crib. Mulder walked to the doorway, flipping off the light with his 
right hand and his left encircling Scully's waist as he leaned in for 
a kiss.

Scully let her mouth drift open slightly, moving her lips slowly 
with his in a languid kiss.

Mulder began walking, pushing her slowly backwards out of the 
room until her hand reached behind her to find her bedroom 
doorknob. Mulder had her backed up against the door, their kisses 
becoming more urgent and hungry.

Scully's hand was shaking as she struggled to the turn doorknob 
when finally Mulder put his hand over hers and turned, opening the 
door. Their breathing was heavy, their chests rising and falling as 
they struggled to not break their kiss. The lack of oxygen affected 
her first and she tore her lips away from his mouth and rested her 
forehead on his heaving chest.

His hands fell at the nape of her neck, caressing her soft skin and 
running his hands through her hair.

"I want to take a bath, first," she explained, pushing him away with 
the palm of her hand.

He nodded, understanding that this was already moving quite fast 
and he was not even sure if she could have sex yet, since William 
was just born. He gulped harshly as she left his embrace and 
padded softly to the bathroom in her bare feet.

She closed the door and that was his cue that she wanted to be 
alone.

Mulder decided to try and help her out, so he began rummaging 
through her dresser to get her some clothes. He found her favorite 
silk pajamas in the second drawer and then went in search for her 
panties.

A small drawer easily indicated delicate garments so he opened it. 
He thumbed through her most intimate apparel, not only searching 
for what he thought would be comfortable, but also taking in every 
piece she owned. His fingers hit something hard in the back of the 
drawer that was covered by panties. He moved the garments aside 
and was shocked when he revealed a dildo.

"Oh my God!" he gasped, clearly never thinking of Scully of 
owning one of these. He picked it up, letting his fingers touch the 
ridges slightly before setting it down on the dresser. "That's sexy," 
she sighed, staring at it as he imagined Scully pumping herself 
with the toy.

The grumble of the tub releasing water jolted him from his 
daydream. He realized Scully would be coming out for those 
clothes any minute. Mulder sat down on the bed, laying the clothes 
beside him, still watching the dildo on the dresser as if it were 
going to get up and walk away. He had every intention of leaving it 
out to see her reaction.

Scully emerged from the bathroom, one towel wrapped tightly 
around her middle, pressing her breasts together so that he could 
see her cleavage. Her hair was still damp, but there was evidence 
of brushstrokes through it as it lay flat and curl around her face. 
Her eyes fell upon his gaze and she followed it, straight to the 
dresser. Her mouth dropped open slightly and her cheeks 
immediately burned with heat.

"Do you want to show me how that works?" Mulder asked, a slight 
smile tugging at his lips.

"No," she said immediately and came around to the dresser. Her 
back was to him now but he could see her reflection in the mirror. 
She picked up the toy, fingering it for a second before returning it 
to her drawer.

"Where did you get it?" he questioned, still sitting on the bed.

"It was a gag gift," she answered quickly. Mulder tossed the 
clothes he gotten out earlier to her, knowing that was what she was 
looking for. They landed on the dresser top and she picked them 
up, still not facing him.

"Humm. That's not my theory," he replied, "Do you want to hear 
my theory?"

"No. I don't want to talk about this." Scully did not make an 
attempt to get dressed, just stood there, as if she knew he was 
going to tell her his theory anyway. And without fail, he did.

"That's not a gag gift. You want to know how I know? A gag gift 
would be an obnoxious color, like bright purple. That there," he 
pointed to her drawer, "Is flesh color...it natural, just how I know 
you would like."

Mulder got up, coming behind her to stand. He could feel the 
tension radiating from her body. She was stiff and ridged in the 
mirror and still not meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"Secondly, a gag gift would be about ten inches long. The one you 
have is about six and a half...which I know for a fact is about how 
much of me you can take," she smiled in the mirror, thoroughly 
enjoying the fact that he knew these intimate details about her.

"What do you want me to say?" she whispered, her head down, her 
hands worrying the towel's edge around her thigh.

"That it's yours. That you bought it. That you've used it," he 
finished as his hands snaked around her waist and his nose nuzzled 
the crook of her neck.

"You don't understand," she said, a little louder this time. Her 
voice was thick with anxiety; low and deep as if her words would 
get caught in her throat is she tried to explain.

"I must not understand something because this isn't turning you on 
like it is me," he acknowledged, moving his hands to her hips and 
spinning her around to face him. She still did not face him; she 
kept her head down, as if she were embarrassed.

"When I used that, it wasn't a fun time for me. God...I missed you 
so much, Mulder," she began to cry, letting her head fall against 
her chest, but she heaved in another breath to continue.

"It helped me through a lot of lonely nights, when I was scared and 
just needed a release. I cried a lot," she sobbed into his chest more 
and he comforted her by hugging her close, his head leaning 
against the top of hers. "I felt so guilty for receiving any type of 
pleasure, knowing that wherever you were, you were hurting. It 
wasn't pleasure Mulder; it was actually more like survival. If it 
weren't for William...Mulder...I would have-,"

"Shushh," Mulder hushed her, not wanting her to say it. He did not 
want to hear her thoughts about ending her life. But they were real 
thoughts. For the first time in her life, her whole world crashed 
down around her. Her religion went out the window, her faith was 
gone; the only person she ever truly loved was gone. Even though 
she had a growing life inside her, she felt incredibly alone with no 
will to go on.

"I'm so sorry." Mulder sighed as he held her. "I had no idea 
something like that would bring about bad memories. It was 
turning me on to think that maybe you were thinking of me when 
you used it."

"I did...I always thought of you. But it made me sick to my 
stomach. I needed you! I needed you," she repeated, tugging at his 
shoulders.

"Did you buy it after I was taken?" Mulder questioned.

"No." she sighed, finally lifting her chin to meet his eyes for the 
first time. Her eyes were a shiny blue, her face, stained with tears. 
Mulder rubbed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away a tear and 
he saw her bottom lip quiver as she searched for her next words. 
"I've had it. I've used it for years, but after you left, it became 
something that made me feel guilty."

"There's nothing wrong with pleasuring yourself," Mulder 
interrupted but she put a finger to his lip.

"I know that. But while you were gone, it did feel wrong. It felt 
wrong in every way. But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't stop 
myself until the day I felt William move. Suddenly, I didn't feel 
alone anymore. And we were starting to get some leads..." Scully's 
eyes darted to the monitor on her nightstand.

William was awake, cooing. Her eyes darted back to his and 
Mulder picked up the conversation, not wanting her to stop 
because of William. After all, he was not crying.

"I guess we still have a lot to deal with. I went through hell, but it 
sounds like you did too, just in a different way."

"It even changed how I feel about you," she stated, looking into his 
eyes. She quickly realized that her statement came out all wrong 
and she could see the panic in his face. "I meant that I love you 
more now then I ever thought I could. I love you so much that I 
couldn't imagine a life without you. And that was scary," she 
clarified.

"I feel the same way. I love you so much, Scully," Mulder 
declared, kissing her lips again. He let his fingers tug at her towel 
until it fell to the floor. His hands trailed down her back feeling her 
gentle curves and cupped the swell of her ass. When he gripped her 
she lifted up on her tiptoes trying to line up their centers. It did not 
work; he was just too tall. Mulder deepened the kiss, sliding his 
tongue deep in her mouth and the retreating to let her do the same.

Scully's hands roamed Mulder's body, touching him everywhere 
she could reach. She lifted the hem on his t-shirt and he backed 
away, letting her pull it over his head. Then her hands were on his 
belt buckle, undoing it quickly along with the button and zipper on 
his jeans. Soon his pants and boxers were pooled around his feet 
and he stepped out of them.

Mulder pressed his body tightly against hers, letting his erection 
get caught between their bellies.

"Umm," he moaned, devouring her mouth in long, slow kisses. His 
urge to pick her up and sink his penis into her was overwhelming.

Without warning, William began wailing on the monitor in a 
strained newborn cry. Scully tore her lips from Mulder's quickly, 
just like before.

"Oh...is this what I have to look forward to? Actually sharing 
you?" Mulder smiled as he played, sarcastically. Mulder pulled his 
boxer shorts back on and Scully walked to the dresser to retrieve 
some panties. They both headed for William's room.

"It's okay sweetie. Mommy's here," Scully cooed to him in a soft 
voice as she picked William up. He was crying hard and snuggled 
his head into her chest, looking for his nightly feeding. Scully sat 
down in the rocking chair, crossing her legs and repositioned 
William in her arms.

Mulder could see Scully was trying to get him to stop wiggling 
long enough to get comfortable before she offered him his food. 
"It's okay little guy. I know the feeling. I'm all grown up and am 
still fascinated with nipples." Mulder chuckled as he ran two 
fingers over William's head.

Scully laughed at his comment and swatted at his forearm. William 
squirmed for a few minutes, and Scully worked on getting him to 
latch on. Being a newborn, he was still having trouble learning 
how to nurse. Scully remained patient until William latched on and 
sucked with vigor, like he'd never eaten before in his life.

Mulder watched for a few moments, loving the sight of Scully 
being a mom. She looked like a pro in his eyes, like nursing was so 
natural for her. He leaned down, brushing her hair away from her 
shoulder as he began kissing her neck on the side opposite of 
William.

"Mulder, stop," Scully warned.

"What?" he asked with a grin on his face, like he had no clue what 
he had did wrong. "You're sexy,"

"You think I'm sexy? While I am nursing?" she raised an eyebrow 
at him.

"I think you're very sexy, no matter what your doing. And I'm a 
little jealous that he gets you first!" Mulder laughed, joking and 
nodding at William.

William's eyes were closed now, his eyelashes fluttering against 
his cheeks as he sucked more slowly. Some milk was seeping out 
around his mouth, dribbling down his chin.

"Can I taste it, Scully?" he asked, resuming his kisses on her neck 
and letting them trail lower.

"You'll get your turn, Mulder," she grinned, pushing his head away 
from her chest with her free hand. Mulder leaned back and stood 
upright, crossing his arms. He resigned to sitting on the floor next 
to the rocking chair, kneeling so that he could still watch them.

"Can we...Can I make love to you tonight?" Mulder asked, for the 
first time, not meeting her eyes. His hand played with the ends of 
William's blanket in nervousness.

"No. I can't yet for a few more weeks. But I'm sure we can find 
other things to do." She smiled at him, seeing the hope flood back 
into his body as he looked up to meet her eyes with a smile of his 
own.

After William was satisfied, Mulder took Scully by the hand back 
into their bedroom. He spooned up behind her under the covers and 
stayed with her all night.

The End