Sunday Afternoon, Maggie's House
by Kim/JourneyToX
KimOnTheJourney@yahoo.com
November 7, 2001
For Opus
Totally G rated, and there's no Skinner.  :::checks
self for fever:::

"Raking leaves is a manly art, Will. You make big
sweeps first, then little short ones, and you make a
biiiig pile, big as you can." 

Warm and winded, Mulder tossed aside the rake and
pushed back his sleeves. 

Will waved chubby handfuls of poplar leaves as the
autumn sun kissed his copper hair.  He turned his blue
eyes to his father. Mulder's heart skipped a beat. He
scooped up his boy, adding the scents of baby shampoo
and sweet milky breath to the moment, to the memory.

"And then," Mulder said, "you....jummmmmp innnn!"

Will squealed as Mulder fell backwards into the
leaves, arms tight around the baby.  Mulder scrambled
up and tumbled over again. Will spat a leaf out of his
mouth and laughed. 

"Nice raking."  Mulder caught Scully's ankles between
his big feet. She joined them in the leaves, laughing,
hugging, merry. 

They were complete in their joy, beyond words that
Mulder and Scully could know or say. Will knew the
words, and laughed them all.

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Thanks to Shannon for beta.