Title:  Baby Steps: Morning Messes
Author:  DM
E-Mail:  unruhe1121@hotmail.com
Distribution:  I would be honored. (I would love to know where so I
could come visit!)
Spoiler Warning:  Nope, nada… but it would be helpful to be aware of the
events that occurred in “Requiem”
Rating:  PG
Classification: SR
Key Words:  Mulder/Scully Married
Disclaimer:  Nope, not mine. They belong to CC, 1013 Productions and
20th Century FOX… I just borrowed 'em.
Summary:  “What about the Fox? What kind of noise does he make?” (Hey,
it’s my job to make you curious!)
Notes: Alright, I started this story a long time ago. I found it the
other day and decided to continue writing it. So, I brought it with me
to work, to the set of David Duchovny’s new movie “Evolution”, and
finished it while he was standing across the room from me. I figured I
couldn’t get much more inspiration that that. So… let me know what you
think! I know it’s a little silly, but I had to post it if only for the
fact that I wrote it while in the physical presence of Mulder… well, you
know what I mean. If you guys want me to continue, I’ll make “Baby
Steps” into a series. Oh, and this is kind of a sequal to “Baby Talk”
and my “Sunshine” series, but you don’t need to read them to understand
what is going on! (Although, I’d love it if you would!) One more thing:
Remember, feedback is more than appreciated; it's craved.

All other stories may be found at my website:
http://www.geocites.com/dmldr42


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She glanced once more at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Absent-mindedly she ran her petit fingers through her short auburn
tresses. They were late for work and she didn’t even want to imagine
what kind of mess was in store for her in the kitchen. Mulder was in
charge of feeding Samantha today. Rarely would she allow him to manage
the chore of feeding their daughter alone- but today she needed the
extra half hour.

Scully slipped on her shoes and made her way hesitantly down the
hallway. She held her breath as she turned the corner and entered the
kitchen. The mess she had expected was indeed as bad, if not worse than
she feared. But, it was the most endearing mess she had ever laid her
eyes upon.

There was Mulder... covered, it appeared, from head to toe in baby
oatmeal. Samantha gurgled happily as Mulder attempted to slide the tan
colored mush into her tiny mouth. Not realizing his wife had entered the
room, he tried a new tactic to encourage his daughter to open up and
swallow.

“Okay, Sam, if you won’t take a bite for me, how about you take one for
Mr. Duck?” Mulder then proceeded to scoop up another spoonful of oatmeal
and began to make quacking noises.

“Quack, quack, quack- come on… open up!”

Samantha looked at her daddy, amused and began to giggle happily but
still refused to open her mouth. Not willing to give up quite yet he
tried again.

“Look, Sam- a sheep! Baa baa baa…” This seemed to really amuse her
because she began to wave her arms in the air almost knocking the spoon
out of her father’s hand.

Still at the doorway, Scully couldn’t hold back the smile forming on her
lips, the scene played out in front of her was something she only dreamt
of two years ago. She could honestly say she was the happiest she had
ever been.

Still unaware of her presence, Mulder continued on making animal noises.
Scully quietly crept up behind him and leaned her mouth near his ear.

“What about the Fox? What kind of noise does he make?”

Mulder stopped what he was doing and turned his face toward hers.
“This,” he said and proceeded to kiss her mouth. Complete with slurping
noises.

She began to laugh mid kiss but that didn’t stop her ever humorous
husband from continuing as he pulled her into his lap in order to get a
better hold on her.

“Mulder…”

“Hey, you asked.”

“No… look at yourself! We have to be to work in 20 minutes and you’re
covered in cereal.” Trying not to laugh, she wiped a glob on oatmeal off
the side of his nose. “I knew I should have never let you feed her.”

She pressed another soft kiss to his lips and smiled.

“Hey, don’t worry… I’ll jump in the shower and be out in five minutes.”
Then, with an evil grin he added, “Why don’t you clean up while I get
ready?”

“Mulder…”

“No use whining, Scully. Kitchen won’t clean itself.”

As Mulder made his way to the bathroom, Scully turned just in time to
watch Samantha pour the rest of her juice onto the tile floor.

“Samantha!” She looked up at her mother. “No.it’s not your fault, it’s
your daddy’s fault.”

“Dah dah.”

Startled, Scully dropped Sam’s sticky spoon on the floor. “What? What
did you say, Samantha?”

Sam gave her mother a toothy grin and began to bang her sipper cup on
the highchair.

“Come on, baby… say it again for mommy.”

Her daughter just continued to squeal in delight.

“Alright then, lets get you cleaned up nice and pretty for grandma. I
suppose I’m just hearing things this morning.”

Scully grabbed a washcloth from the sink and began to wipe off Sam’s
face but soon realized that it wasn’t getting her anywhere. The oatmeal
had now dried in her hair and needed to be washed out.

“Okay, Samantha. Let’s see if daddy’s still in the shower. We’ll let him
clean you up today. Fair is fair.”

Scully picked up her sticky daughter and made her way down the hallway
to the bathroom. The water was still running she noted with a sigh of
relief.

“Mulder?”

“Not this morning, Scully… we’re already late for work.” Mulder replied
in a highly suggestive tone.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Here, take Sam.”

“What?”

“You got her dirty, now you can clean her up.”

She slid back the shower curtain and was surprised to find her husband
wearing her shower cap. Words were not necessary as she raised her
eyebrow and gave him a look he knew only too well.

Mulder never ceased to amaze his partner; but that wasn’t all… He amused
her. His unpredictable nature kept her intrigued, it was one of the
reasons she loved him so much. Boredom was never an obstacle in their
relationship.

Defending himself, with a hint of a smile on his lips, he broke the
silent exchange. “What?”

“You know, Mulder… I can pick you up one of your own next time I’m out…
if you’d like…”

“Ah, Scully… what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is…”

“I get the picture- just let me know before you decide to start wearing
my clothes, okay?”

“Will do, sweetheart.” He gave her a sugary grin.

With a sigh of defeat she changed the subject, “Here, take your daughter.”

“Yes, Mam!”

“Hurry up, Mulder. You’ve got 10 minutes and then I’m out of here and
you’re on your own.”

“Hey, don’t you have a kitchen to clean…?”

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To be continued…? Let me know.
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