He suspects he's wounded her, a guess from the way she closes her eyes. She's trying not to respond with whatever instinctive response came to her first, trying to find the right words for whatever's waiting to be said.

And of everything she could say, he doesn't expect the question he gets. Mulder goes very still, staring at her while an ad for Ponderosa Steakhouse plays in the background. The implication is obvious, but the timing - well, it barely works, if it works at all.

But it could be. It'd be a miracle, but maybe -

"Whose baby are you having, Scully?" he asks gruffly, his throat already going tight. He needs to hear it from her. He needs to know, in no uncertain terms.