I’m sorry that you haven’t been feeling Good! :( Glad to hear you are back :) I’m doing good! We are moving an I start working today :) So I honestly have missed a day :’( but I am back on my game :)
Meanwhile, two floors above, Scully was thinking of little else but the pain of two children attempting to exit their very large heads through a very tiny hole, “I can just hold them in until the epidural kicks in.”
The doctor looked at her with a little bit of amusement and a whole lot of sympathy, “you’re a doctor, you know you can’t hold anything in right now. These babies want out and they are most definitely coming out, right now.” He looked at Mulder, who’d been hastily gowned and sanitized, “you’re going to see one of your kids in about five minutes.”
Looking at Scully, who was gripping his hand as another contraction ramped up, “five minutes.”
Gritting her teeth, she nodded, “I can do anything for five minutes.”
“You can do anything for five minutes.”
Luckily, it only took four, and one big push later, there was a brand-new baby girl being held up, Mulder cutting the umbilical cord and forgetting how to speak while Scully, not having much time to admire her now wailing daughter, grit-toothed, clench-jaw growled that the next one was coming and someone better catch it.
The doctor, well aware of everything happening at the exit ramp of one Dana Scully, was ready and waiting. Another push, another low moaning groan, and previous baby girl immediately became the middle child, her little brother joining the world two minutes, 18 seconds after she did.
Mulder was on information overload, and, crying like his two newest children, kissed Scully over and over again before bouncing to his kids, hovering until he was allowed to see them, not wanting to interfere in whatever the doctor was doing.
Scully, for her part, both emerging from and drowning in a cloud of hazy emotion, asked quietly, “are they okay?”
Receiving the most hoped for answer of ‘they look fine, we just want to get them cleaned up and warm for you,’ she joined Mulder in his tears.
And then the world tunneled to the bassinet wheeled over to the side of her bed, one baby soon in her arms, then the next. Mulder, head beside hers, quietly sang a round of ‘Happy Birthday’ before telling the three of them, “I love you.”
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The next time Sam woke up, he didn’t panic, finding his father’s face, feeling his mother’s hand on his chest, “did I kill them?”
Skinner, hovering in the background, spoke quietly, “don’t worry about that now.”
“Uncle Skimmer, I had to. I didn’t have any … I didn’t …” He ran out of words as his head began to spin, “I don’t feel good.”
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It took until the twins were sleeping together in their bassinet before Scully remembered, looking up suddenly, “Sam?!”
Mulder shushed her immediately, “he’s downstairs. He was having some trouble but they gave him something to help him sleep. I talked to Dave a few minutes ago and he says ‘congratulations’ and he’ll be up later, with Sam if he can.”
“When did he call?”
“You were busy staring at your kids and didn’t notice.” Grinning at her, he kissed her forehead, “your mom is also on her way up.”
“So much for my finely-honed attention to detail.”
“You pushed two kids out two hours ago. You are forgiven.”
She yawned a response and about to ask how long Maggie would be, there was a knock on the door, Maggie asking into the room, “can I come in?” Knowing childbirth quite well, she only stayed long enough to stare at her expanding brood of grandchildren, kissing them both and whispering, “do they have names yet?”
Scully looked from her mother to Mulder, “Not yet. We’ll have that argument later.”
“Don’t get too loud, dear, or you’ll wake the babies.”
Alone once again, Scully’s eyes began drifting shut, “you need to go get Will so he can meet his little brother and sister.”
“I’ll bring him up tomorrow. Your mom is going home and keeping him tonight.”
She was already asleep so Mulder simply turned back to the wee ones wrapped in matching blankets, colored caps keeping their red-fuzzed heads toasty warm.
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Sam woke up, and sliding quietly out of bed, he left his room, stocking feet gliding silently across cold tile floor. Evading two nurses and a doctor bent over a file, he rode the elevator two floor up, beelining for a room number he heard his father repeat to his mother when they thought he was asleep. Without knocking, he opened the door to find his very surprised Uncle Mudler and very confused Aunt Dana, “Sam?”
“I wanted to see the babies. Mom and Dad said there was a boy and a girl.”
Mulder quickly and quietly texted Dave that Sam was upstairs with them, then turned to the skin and bones boy with the shadowed eyes and sunken cheeks, “you want to meet them?”
Sam nodded and walked over to Scully, who was holding both babies, her arms held up by cushions, “what are their names?”
“The girl is named Katherine Christina—”
Sam’s smile lit up, his finger going up to pull the blanket down just enough to see her button nose, “K.C. … can we call her ‘Casey’?”
They’d been toying with Kate but Casey it became, “we sure can.”
“Good. I like the name Casey. I’ll have to read her ‘Casey at the Bat’ when she’d old enough.” Moving his finger to the other blanket, seeing his youngest cousin, “what about him?”
“We don’t know yet.” Mulder looked at Scully, who nodded, then back at Sam, “what’s your middle name, Sam?”
“James.”
“Do you like it?”
Sam nodded, “yeah. Even when Mom yells Samuel James, I like it. That says a lot about a name if you don’t mind having it shouted at you from across the yard.”
Scully smiled at her nephew, then looked at Mulder, who gave her a grin, “James it is, but I think, for now, we’ll call him Jamie, just until he grows into his name.”
Running a light finger down Jamie’s nose, Sam looked between his aunt and uncle, “they won’t get them. Nobody’s gonna get them now.”
The room air thickened, the happiness evaporating, “Sam.”
He ignored Mulder, looking intently at Jamie again, “I couldn’t let them get you … or anybody else … ever again.”
Mulder, by now, was crouched down, looking up at Sam, his hands on the boy’s cheeks, “Sam, are you okay?”
Shaking his head, “I don’t think so.”
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Sam fell asleep in the second bed, Mulder too unnerved to argue with him about going back to his own room. The twins had woken up crying but Sam didn’t move and Scully made Mulder pull the curtain so if Sam did wake up, he wouldn’t get an eyeful of his half-naked aunt. As she became accustomed to two children latched on at once, she stroked their tiny heads as she spoke quietly to Mulder, “should we worry about Sam right now?”
“He is asleep and safe so I say we worry tomorrow.” Mingling with Scully’s fingers over one baby’s scalp, “Will, Casey, and Jamie. I like it.”
Looking down, watching her 12-hour-old children drifting off, milk bubbles at the corners of their mouths, she smiled, “I like it, too.”
“Should we have some more?”
Turning her tired smile up at him, “Let’s get at least one out of diapers, first, okay?”
Request:Could I please request platonic Roman x gender-neutral-reader (and touch-averse reader please), where the reader is working on a cartoony/semi-realistic style drawing, but it’s not coming out as well as they want it to, and they feel bad about it. Roman comes in the room and sees them frustrated with a drawing in front of them, and he likes it. The reader is a bit surprised, but Roman reassures them that it might not be perfect, but that dosent mean that its bad.
Summary: Roman encourages you while you’re drawing.
You wish you could scream from frustration, but you’d feel silly for it. It’s just a drawing, right? Why can’t you just get it too look how you want it to?
Of course, that’s not as easy as it sounds. You’re going for a hybrid style of cartoonish and realistic, and nothing looks good. The sketch and outline barely turned out decent and you can’t get the shading and coloring right for the life of you.
