Title: Curry Confessions
Author: Gillian Leigh
E-Mail: gilleigh@hotmail.com 
Disclaimer: We all know who owns them, and it's not 
an 18 year old high school senior with $.45 to her 
name.
Distribution: Wherever, just let me know please.
Summary: Somebody's cranky. 
Author's Notes: Written for the Babyfic challenge at 
Fandomonium. Elements listed at the end. Oh, and 
don't ask where the title came from. I don't know.
-x-

    With his son balanced on his hip, Mulder pulled 
open the front door. 
    "Thank God," he said, eternally grateful to the 
delivery man who had just arrived. "I was worried you 
wouldn't ever get here." The young man glared at 
Mulder from under his baseball cap, which was covered 
in snow. Looking past him, Mulder knew the reason why 
it took so long for his takeout to arrive--it was 
snowing like crazy. "Sorry," he mumbled as Will 
babbled.
    "That'll be $21.94, mister." Mulder handed him 
twenty-five dollars. 
    "Keep the change." The kid rolled his eyes and 
shoved the bag into Mulder's hands before trotting 
off down the steps. Mulder closed the door and shook 
his head. 
    "Everybody wants to make easy money these days, 
Will. Nobody wants to work for what they get." To 
this, his eight month old son babbled and clapped his 
hands together; he tried to stuff the plastic bag 
holding their cardboard encased dinner into his 
mouth. When Mulder pulled it out of his pudgy hands 
and deposited it on the cherry wood surface of the 
table, his son turned and impossible shade of red and 
began to scream in protest. 
    "Jesus, Mulder, what did you do to him now?" 
Scully asked angrily as she came out of the bedroom, 
clad in pajamas and slippers. He resisted the urge to 
check his watch--what time was it? 8:00? 8:30? She 
glared at him as she plucked Will from his arms, and 
practically stomped into the kitchen to retrieve a 
bottle from the refrigerator. 
    As she waited for it to heat, Mulder made the 
mistake of trying to sneak in a kiss. 
    "Don't, Mulder." She shrugged him off, moving six 
inches to her left to get away from him. He set his 
jaw. She'd been doing this for days...she'd be all 
over him one minute, and then she wouldn't let him 
touch her the next. It was really starting to tick 
him off. 
    "What's with you lately, Scully?" he threw over 
his shoulder as he left the kitchen. Stalking off to 
the bedroom, he stripped out of his jeans and t-
shirt. He was standing in front of his dresser in 
only his boxers, in search of pajama pants, when he 
heard Scully's reply. 
    "What do you *mean*, what's up with me lately?" 
she snapped. He turned to find her standing in the 
doorway, with William in her arms.
    "Gee, Scully, I don't know. Maybe I'm wondering 
why the hell you're so cranky all the time... You go 
from practically tearing my clothes off to blatantly 
rejecting my affection. You're all over the map, and 
I'd like to know why. Is it that time of the month, 
*honey*?" He smirked at her as he sat down at the 
desk and opened his laptop. Much to his dismay, it 
wouldn't turn on. He stood up with it in his hands, 
trying to get it to work.   
    "Damn," he swore under his breath. Their meal of 
spicy chicken and curry forgotten, Scully strode over 
to him quickly, and stood before him, her eyes 
blazing. 
    "No, Mulder, it's not PMS. That isn't the answer 
any time there's something wrong with a woman. I 
haven't felt well lately, okay?" She gently bounced 
Will. Mulder's contempt became concern. 
    "Are you sick?" he asked worriedly, giving her 
his full attention. "It's not your cancer again is 
it?" She sighed, aggravated.
    "No, Mulder! Why do you assume that *every* time 
I tell you I don't feel well. For God's sake, it's 
not cancer," she huffed. 
    "Then what is it? The flu?" he asked, crossing 
his arms. 
    "I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy..." Her eyes 
suddenly filled with tears, and she laughed. "I'm 
just... I'm pregnant, Mulder."
    Mulder's laptop, if it was not totally dead 
already, met its demise as it hit the floor. His arms 
went around his wife. 
    "God, Scully, I love you."

-the end-

Boxers- check [Mulder standing in his boxers in the 
bedroom]
Curry- check [In the takeout bag]
Cherry-check [Dining room table made of cherry wood]
Dead laptop- check [Mulder's laptop wouldn't turn on]
Quick- check [Scully strode over quickly--close 
enough, right?]
Easy- check [Mulder tells Will everyone wants to make 
easy money]
500 Words or less- Oops. I went over, sorry.