Life Keeps Moving
Life keeps on moving even if we wish it would stand still.
Fictober day 8
Prompt: Are you with me?
I love these family stories. I love them happy and experiencing the life they should have had. 💓
May 2007
“You know,” Mulder said, as they took the collapsible wagon out of the back of the car and set it on the pavement. “There are two things… well, perhaps a few things I’ve been thinking about.”
“Oh, brother,” Scully teased as she began to unload the car and put the items into the wagon. “Here we go.”
“Shut it,” he said, adding the ice chest that held the oranges he and William had painstakingly cut into slices the previous evening. When it was his turn to bring the game snacks, he took the job very seriously.
“Daddy,” William admonished him as he closed the back left passenger door and walked to the back of the car. “It’s not nice to say those words.”
Confused, Mulder looked at him and then Scully, who appeared equally perplexed.
“What words, buddy?”
“You said to Mommy…” He looked at Scully and then stepped closer to Mulder, his voice quieter. “You said… shut… up.” He frowned, his light brown eyebrows knitting together. “That’s not nice to say to your friends.”
“Oh,” Scully said, coughing to cover her laughter.
“You shouldn’t talk to mommy that way.”
“Well,” Mulder said, clearing his throat and also trying not to laugh. “You’re right, I shouldn’t tell her to shut up, but I actually didn’t say that. I said shut it and I was talking about…” He looked at Scully and she raised her eyebrows, waiting to see what he would say. “The top was open on this ice chest and I was talking to myself, saying I needed to shut it before the ice started to melt.”
William stared at him, still frowning, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. He looked at Scully and she nodded in the affirmative.
“Okay,” he said, letting out a big sigh and nodding. “Then that’s okay. I’m going to get my bag and my water.” He walked around to the other side of the car and Scully grinned at Mulder.
“You got in trouble,” she said, leaning in close to him.
“Shut it,” he said through his teeth and she laughed, reaching in to grab more stuff.
“Mommy,” William said, putting on his backpack and attempting to fix the twisted strap.
“Here, honey, let me help you.” She stepped over and had it fixed quickly, adjusting it to fit him better. “There you go.”
“Thank you. Can I go over to see Tyler?”
Scully shaded her eyes and saw Tyler and his parents setting up their own wagon of items. Sylvia, Tyler’s mom, caught her eye and waved. Scully pointed to William and Sylvia nodded.
“Yes, you can go over. Daddy and I will be over in just a couple of minutes okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” he said, holding his bottle of water as he ran to join Tyler. Scully sighed as she watched him, a hand on her chest.
“Sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s six already,” she said, stepping back to help Mulder finish with the unloading. “Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was smiling at me for the first time?”
“Or taking his first steps?” Mulder asked and she stuck out her lower lip while she closed her eyes.
“Remember how he would say bloofbewey? And he called Skinner, Sinner?” She opened her eyes and smiled at him as he chuckled with a nod.
“And Frohike- heh heh. He got a kick out of that at least.”
“And now he’s so big.” She sighed again, glancing around the car to see him laughing with Tyler.
“Ah, Scully, he’s not so big. Well, he is and he isn’t.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling at William and waving when he looked at her and grinned.
“Hey,” Mulder said and she looked at him. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and she nodded that she was fine. “Okay. Let’s get this stuff set up and then sit down. I’m already tired.”
“Poor man,” she laughed, pulling the wagon as he shut and locked the car. “Oh, there was something you were going to say earlier. You know, before you got schooled for telling me to shut up.”
“Har, har, har,” he said, shaking his head. “I was going to say a few things.”
“Let’s hear ‘em.”
“First, I don’t remember seeing any parents at games when I was younger with as much stuff as we cart around. People showed up and sat on blankets or sat in the stands.”
“Did you have to walk uphill, both ways, to get there?” she teased, nodding and smiling at Sylvia and Mike as they walked past them to set up their own spot on the sidelines.
“Sometimes,” Mulder replied. “It depended from which direction we arrived.” Scully laughed and shook her head, stopping and looking at him.
“You’re so full of sh…” She trailed off as William came running over, his eyes bright.
“Daddy, can I show Tyler the oranges I helped you cut up? I told him I got to help and he said that’s so cool. It was pretty cool, Daddy. I liked cutting them up and using the knife.”
“Good, bud. Hang on a second and I’ll get them for you. They’re under some of this stuff. If you help take it out, we could find it faster.”
“Okay, I can help.”
When William ran off with the prized bag of sliced oranges, promising not to open it, their spot was nearly finished. The pop up canopy offered shade to the three camping chairs that were placed beneath it and the ice chests sat beside the chairs.
“That’s another thing,” Mulder said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I never had snacks after any of my games. We never had a round robin for who was next to bring them. There was none of that.”
“Are you complaining or simply stating a fact?”
“Complaining,” he said quietly. “And I know I shouldn’t. But I would have killed to have my parents watching me play. Looking over and seeing them sitting there would have…” He stopped speaking and sighed.
“Honey,” Scully said, stepping close to him. “I know you would have, but just think about how much it means to William to see us here.”
“I know,” he said and she smiled. “And I know it’s different. We’re different. All of it is… I just can't help but think of how things would have been.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, nodding in understanding. “What if you looked at it from another perspective? Perhaps a healing one.”
“How do you mean?” he asked as she put her arms around his waist.
“Similar to what I was just saying, thinking about how it affects William. You’re giving him what you never had and I think that’s wonderful. He will never tell his children that he didn’t have parents who didn’t show up. Who didn’t cheer him on and celebrate every win and loss. Every goal that was scored. It’s almost as if you’ve been given a chance for a redo. To get right what was wrong in the childhood of Fox Mulder.”
“Fucking hell, Scully,” he whispered, pulling her close and holding her tight. “Who’s the psychologist here?”
“Sometimes you psychologists can’t see the forest for the trees,” she said, laughing softly as she hugged him back. “It happens to the best of you.”
“Yeah,” he agreed and she pulled back, smiling at him. He shook his head and kissed her softly before stepping back, mindful of all the people around them.
“Daddy, here’s the oranges. I didn’t open the bag. Can you put them back in the ice chess?” William asked. Scully smiled at the incorrect wordage and Mulder winked as he took the oranges from William.
He put them back into the ice chest as William sat down in his chair. Scully sat down beside him and smiled.
“Mommy, I’m really excited for the game today. I think I’m going to get a goal. I’m going to try really hard,” William said, staring out at the field.
“If you do, that will be wonderful. But if you don’t, that’s also okay. You know what’s most important, right?” Scully said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.
“That I tried?” he asked, turning his head to look at her, his blue eyes serious.
“And that you had fun,” Mulder said, coming to sit beside him. “That’s most important. Any sport you play, you should enjoy it.”
“I do enjoy it. I really do,” William said, squeezing Scully’s hand and smiling.
“Good,” Scully said, smiling at Mulder and then kissing the top of William’s sweet smelling head.
“Hey, hey! Where are my Golden Lightning players?” Coach Peters called as he arrived, carrying a large bag of soccer balls.
William shouted excitedly, let go of Scully’s hand, and jumped out of his chair. Running onto the field, the other kids joining him, he high fived the coach and started jumping up and down.
“He really does enjoy it,” Scully said as she watched him, smiling happily.
“We’re going to have a great game today! Are you with me, Golden Lightning?” Coach Peters shouted and all the kids cheered and clapped in agreement.
Mulder moved to sit beside Scully, taking her hand in his as they watched the kids begin to warm up and get ready for the game.
“Thank you for changing my outlook,” he said, raising her hand to his lips and brushing her knuckles across them.
“You’re welcome,” she said, glancing at him and smiling as he kissed her knuckles.
She turned her attention back to the field and specifically to the little boy who was laughing with his friends as they started to do jumping jacks with absolutely no coordination.
And she smiled.
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