The mismatch in their height, for once, works to an advantage; he can stoop around the swell of her and it almost feels just like normal. She smiles against his mouth, familiar and long-missed.

She chuckles as he grabs her ass, incorrigible man. God, she missed him. It's hard to feel desirable, as heavily pregnant as she is-- she feels beautiful, when she looks at herself, but it's in a different way; admirable like a powerful creature, a miraculous biological machine, a force of nature. But to be wanted is something else, and to be wanted by Mulder--

That has become a part of her, more integral than she could have guessed, grieved in silence when he was taken.

"I missed you," she murmurs, unnecessarily, because it's almost as good as saying I love you.