All notes disclosed in chapter one.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Austin Power's line found in the latter
part of the chapter.

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Next Month

"This place is big!" Cassie exclaimed as they moved through the
O'Hara airport.

"Yes, it is. It's also extremely busy," Mulder told her, picking her
up mid-stride. She giggled and clutched the tiger he'd given her a
little tighter. A three hour flight and she still wouldn't let go of
it.

"I can't believe we're here," Dana muttered to his right. Her hand
slid into his, her fingers toying with his. "I can't believe I said
yes."

"Well, you did and we are. You'll love Chicago. It's a beautiful
city."

She gave no answer. She put all her attention into not focusing on
the cameramen security was pushing back. She was no longer concerned
about them taking pictures of Mulder and her; the whole world knew
about them now. She just didn't want them taking pictures of Cassie.
It was important to her that Cassie be kept out of the tabloids and
all magazines.

But lately, there was something nice about seeing the two of them in
a half page glossy picture. It made her a little mad sometimes when
her family kept showing her but it was kind of nice, too.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Smooth hands ran over tanned arms. The arms were only slightly rough.
Small fingers ran over veins that slightly protruded. They traced the
seemingly delicate back lines of fancy writing. The fingers traced
letter for letter. Lips joined in, kissing each letter softly.

"I can't believe you did this," Dana said, incredulous. She kissed
his wrists again. "I still can't believe it."

Mulder smiled widely. "Believe it, it's real. I have permanent
evidence to prove it." He motioned to his tattoos that were still
healing. The same tattoos she couldn't stop looking at.

"I take it that means you definitely like them," he grinned knowingly.

"Yes, I do. They've grown on me."

He pulled her closer, pulling her on top of him for comfort. But her
eyes couldn't be moved from his wrists. She still couldn't believe he
loved them enough to have their names permanently on him. She never
knew writing could be so beautiful.

"Thank you," she whispered her lips dangerously close to his.

"You're very welcome," he matched her tone. "The two of you mean the
world to me."

She smiled warmly at him before his lips touched to hers. Everything
else just seemed to melt away. Her hands ran over his chest, gripping
his shirt tightly. Lips caressed roughly yet gently. Hands groped at
various places. Dana took the role of aggressor, a role she noticed
she'd been taking on a lot lately, ever since she moved in. She
reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to get it off. Cassie had
been having nightmares lately, so he wore a shirt for when she
typically joined them in bed. That usually meant it was a really bad
one. His shirt fell to the floor quickly, allowing her hands to run
freely over his muscular chest. Her lips trailed down to his neck,
biting gently at a sensitive spot on her way to his clavicle. She
grinned at his groan. She suckled there briefly before moving to his
chestÂ…

"Mommy," a voice cried from the hallway.

Dana groaned in frustration. She pressed her forehead to his chest,
counting to ten before getting up.

"Think she'll be good enough to stay in her own bed tonight?" Mulder
wondered, thinking about anything but a jersey clad Dana standing in
front of him.

She tossed his shirt to him. "Hopefully. This routine is getting old
and she still wont' tell me what her dreams are about."

"Do you have any idea what they're about?"

"Not really. I just hope she gets over them soon. I don't like seeing
her scared."

"Mommy," Cassie cried again, a little more desperate.

"I'm coming, Cassie," she called through he door. Turning her
attention back to Mulder, she said, "Hopefully I'll be back soon and
we can finish this. If not, you'd better calm yourself down a little."

He grinned cheekily at her back while she picked Cassie up and moved
towards the far bedroom.

He exhaled sharply. "Okay, Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day.
Just think about that."

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Mulder smiled to his reflection in the mirror when he heard Cassie's
squeals of laughter in the bedroom. Thankfully, Cassie had gone back
to sleep last night with no problem. Today, however, she woke early,
deciding to wake them both as well. Mulder had immediately thanked
whoever for telling him to convince Dana and him to put clothes back
on.

"Mulder, Cassie has something she wants to ask you," he heard from
Dana.

He appeared in the doorway, his razor still in hand. "Ask away."

Mother and daughter were reclined against the headboard, both settled
under the covers. Dana's hair was still ruffled, catching his
extended attention. She was brushing Cassie's hair, smoothing it out
with her fingers.

"Our first question is what are we doing today?" Dana asked for them
both.

"I have a press conference that should last an hour, then I thought
we could do some sightseeing. Why? Got something else planned? A hot
date?"

"No, just wondering," she laughed.

"What about you, munchkin? What's your question?" he moved closer o
them, wiping the rest of the shaving cream off his face. He kneeled
down to her level, waiting for her to move to the side of the bed.

"Can I call you daddy?" she asked innocently. Mulder was stunned. He
felt as if someone had slapped him.

"UmÂ… if it's okay with your mom," Dana nodded her head, "then yeah,
you can. I'd love it if you did.

Cassie jumped up to hug him, causing his heart to constrict a little
more.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Continued in next chapterÂ…..

Next we move on to Thanksgiving.

All notes disclosed in chapter one.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Austin Power's line found in the latter
part of the chapter.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Next Month

"This place is big!" Cassie exclaimed as they moved through the
O'Hara airport.

"Yes, it is. It's also extremely busy," Mulder told her, picking her
up mid-stride. She giggled and clutched the tiger he'd given her a
little tighter. A three hour flight and she still wouldn't let go of
it.

"I can't believe we're here," Dana muttered to his right. Her hand
slid into his, her fingers toying with his. "I can't believe I said
yes."

"Well, you did and we are. You'll love Chicago. It's a beautiful
city."

She gave no answer. She put all her attention into not focusing on
the cameramen security was pushing back. She was no longer concerned
about them taking pictures of Mulder and her; the whole world knew
about them now. She just didn't want them taking pictures of Cassie.
It was important to her that Cassie be kept out of the tabloids and
all magazines.

But lately, there was something nice about seeing the two of them in
a half page glossy picture. It made her a little mad sometimes when
her family kept showing her but it was kind of nice, too.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Smooth hands ran over tanned arms. The arms were only slightly rough.
Small fingers ran over veins that slightly protruded. They traced the
seemingly delicate back lines of fancy writing. The fingers traced
letter for letter. Lips joined in, kissing each letter softly.

"I can't believe you did this," Dana said, incredulous. She kissed
his wrists again. "I still can't believe it."

Mulder smiled widely. "Believe it, it's real. I have permanent
evidence to prove it." He motioned to his tattoos that were still
healing. The same tattoos she couldn't stop looking at.

"I take it that means you definitely like them," he grinned knowingly.

"Yes, I do. They've grown on me."

He pulled her closer, pulling her on top of him for comfort. But her
eyes couldn't be moved from his wrists. She still couldn't believe he
loved them enough to have their names permanently on him. She never
knew writing could be so beautiful.

"Thank you," she whispered her lips dangerously close to his.

"You're very welcome," he matched her tone. "The two of you mean the
world to me."

She smiled warmly at him before his lips touched to hers. Everything
else just seemed to melt away. Her hands ran over his chest, gripping
his shirt tightly. Lips caressed roughly yet gently. Hands groped at
various places. Dana took the role of aggressor, a role she noticed
she'd been taking on a lot lately, ever since she moved in. She
reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to get it off. Cassie had
been having nightmares lately, so he wore a shirt for when she
typically joined them in bed. That usually meant it was a really bad
one. His shirt fell to the floor quickly, allowing her hands to run
freely over his muscular chest. Her lips trailed down to his neck,
biting gently at a sensitive spot on her way to his clavicle. She
grinned at his groan. She suckled there briefly before moving to his
chestÂ…

"Mommy," a voice cried from the hallway.

Dana groaned in frustration. She pressed her forehead to his chest,
counting to ten before getting up.

"Think she'll be good enough to stay in her own bed tonight?" Mulder
wondered, thinking about anything but a jersey clad Dana standing in
front of him.

She tossed his shirt to him. "Hopefully. This routine is getting old
and she still wont' tell me what her dreams are about."

"Do you have any idea what they're about?"

"Not really. I just hope she gets over them soon. I don't like seeing
her scared."

"Mommy," Cassie cried again, a little more desperate.

"I'm coming, Cassie," she called through he door. Turning her
attention back to Mulder, she said, "Hopefully I'll be back soon and
we can finish this. If not, you'd better calm yourself down a little."

He grinned cheekily at her back while she picked Cassie up and moved
towards the far bedroom.

He exhaled sharply. "Okay, Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day.
Just think about that."

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Mulder smiled to his reflection in the mirror when he heard Cassie's
squeals of laughter in the bedroom. Thankfully, Cassie had gone back
to sleep last night with no problem. Today, however, she woke early,
deciding to wake them both as well. Mulder had immediately thanked
whoever for telling him to convince Dana and him to put clothes back
on.

"Mulder, Cassie has something she wants to ask you," he heard from
Dana.

He appeared in the doorway, his razor still in hand. "Ask away."

Mother and daughter were reclined against the headboard, both settled
under the covers. Dana's hair was still ruffled, catching his
extended attention. She was brushing Cassie's hair, smoothing it out
with her fingers.

"Our first question is what are we doing today?" Dana asked for them
both.

"I have a press conference that should last an hour, then I thought
we could do some sightseeing. Why? Got something else planned? A hot
date?"

"No, just wondering," she laughed.

"What about you, munchkin? What's your question?" he moved closer o
them, wiping the rest of the shaving cream off his face. He kneeled
down to her level, waiting for her to move to the side of the bed.

"Can I call you daddy?" she asked innocently. Mulder was stunned. He
felt as if someone had slapped him.

"UmÂ… if it's okay with your mom," Dana nodded her head, "then yeah,
you can. I'd love it if you did.

Cassie jumped up to hug him, causing his heart to constrict a little
more.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Continued in next chapterÂ…..

Next we move on to Thanksgiving.

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