#cookieday

Sweet little family AU microfic from a sweet little prompt - thank you anon! Tagging @today-in-ficCookieday! 

 Mulder slides his foot over the sheet - it’s cool and there’s a void. He’s on his back, arm bent over his face but there’s an emptiness he can sense even with his eyes closed. As he puts his arm back on the duvet cover, the warm sweet smell invades his nostrils. It must be Saturday. Cookieday, as William calls it. He rolls over and drags himself out of bed.

The kitchen is busy-bright, clattering and tinkling and chattering and giggling, with sunlight sparking through the window. There are flour clouds in the air, dough spots on the bench, chocolate chips rolling across the floor. This is the Scully he loves. The control-freak in her battered and beaten soft and fluffy. He watches as she wipes buttery fingers down his ‘Stonehenge Rocks’ tee-shirt. Her nipples harden as she sees him. She smiles and turns to get him a coffee.

William is standing on a stool cutting cookies with his tongue clamped between his teeth. His face is all Scully-frown as he tries to extract one that refuses to let go of the sides of the cutter. His fringe flops down and he blows it back, scattering droplets over the oven trays of ready-to-cook aliens. Mulder chuckles and takes his cup from Scully.

“Daddy! Cookieday is here.” He clambers down and runs over to him, clamping sticky hands around his waist. There goes another favourite tee - getting grease stains out of his black ‘Skinman’ top will be hellish.

“I can see. And that’s where my “Do You Think I’m Spooky?” tee went.”

William stands back and lets the shirt flop to the floor as he giggles. “Mommy says you are.”

“Mommy is spooky too, don’t you think?”

“No! Mommy is clever.” He runs back to the stool and climbs up to make the next batch.

Scully giggles as she puts the first tray in the oven. 

“Hey, Will, why don’t you and me make Mommy some cookies.”

The little boy grins. They improvise. Scully leaves the kitchen and only returns when the cookies are cooling on the rack.