All notes disclosed in chapter one.

A/N: This is the end. I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I want to thank everyone who reviewed. It really means a lot to me and it keeps me going. This will probably be my last X-File fic for just a little while. I do have something else in mind but I wanted to take a little break first.

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Christmas Day, Albany, New York

"When are you going to tell them?" Mulder whispered over to Dana. She shushed him.

"When the time's right. It's not the perfect moment yet." She kept her eyes on the bustle in the kitchen. She didn't want anyone overhearing them.

What she didn't know was that her mother already suspected something was different about her daughter. She seemed different … tense but happy all in one.

The women of the family finished putting the final touches of dinner on the table. Before long, it was time to eat.

Maggie kept an eye on her daughter next to her. It concerned her that she was only pushing her food around rather than eating it.

"Dana, you don't want any wine?" Maggie asked, bringing her daughter out of her thoughts.

"No, I can't have any," she answered cryptically.

Maggie's brow crinkled. "Why not?"

"Because I'm pregnant."

Maggie swore she stopped breathing for a second. Had she gone deaf? Everybody at the table looked up.

"Pregnant?" Dana nodded. "I knew it! I know something was different about you!"

She had to admit, that wasn't the reaction she was waiting for.

"You're not mad?"

"No, why would I be mad?" Dana struggled with words. She knew her mother was telling the truth. She could see it on her face. What she couldn't figure out was why she wasn't mad. Who had this woman turned into?

"I don't know."

Maggie leaned over and embraced her daughter. "I'm so happy for you, Dana."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Dana, what's wrong?"

She actually smiled. "Nothing. I'm just really stressed out."

"When did you find out?" Maggie asked, speaking of the pregnancy.

"A couple of days ago."

"When's the baby due?"

"Um, in July. Because of that, Mulder and I are moving the wedding date to December 9th. That was we have more time to focus on everything," Dana explained.

"I think that's wonderful, Dana."

She still didn't know who this mystery woman was.

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Dana followed her father into his study after dinner. She hadn't gotten word out of him all throughout dinner. He hadn't ever said anything regarding her news.

"Ahab," she called out to him, "you're not disappointed, are you?'

He turned from his spot at the mantel. "What do you mean?"

She smiled and slowly moved forward. "Well, I'm Catholic, pregnant, and not married."

"Well, I can't really be disappointed when you're engaged," he pointed out.

"Ahab." She sounded annoyed. "I want your real opinion."

"I do wish," he said quickly, "that you had been married when this happened, but… you're an adult and you're smart and you're in love. I can't be mad at you when I know all that."

He stopped his small speech to look her straight in the eye.

"It's different than with Cassie," he assured. "I wasn't disappointed, mind you, when you had her. A little angry but never disappointed. I love Cassie more than anything. But this time, I can trust the man you're with. I know he'll be around and I know he loves you more than anything. It's obvious on his face. So no, I'm not disappointed, Starbuck. I'm ecstatic I'm going to have another grandchild."

Dana had to struggle to keep her tears at bay. "Thank you, daddy."

William pulled his daughter into a hug. "I love you, Starbuck."

What he hadn't told her was how proud he was of her. She was definitely the most successful in the family. She juggled being a doctor, a mother, and a fiancée of a famous man every day. How could anyone be disappointed with a woman like that?

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THE END

A/N2: Congratulations to da ruth. You were the first one to guess she was pregnant.

Would anyone be interested to read an AU about ancient Egyptian time? Let me know what you think.