A series of drabbles based on the request:
Can you write something for Gillian’s and David’s birthday with Eaden and her siblings, please? Maybe in the Vancouver house.
“Wraahh!” Eaden screamed as she came running towards them, arms propelling wildly through the air, carelessly crossing the paths of the people who were trying to work.
It was the first day of filming, and the little three year old whirlwind was already the most famous person on set. Who would have guessed?!
As she came closer, Gillian noticed that she was wearing a pair of big, grey hands with long fingers over the whole length of her forearms – it had not taken her long to find the alien stuff.
“Hey, watch out! Eaden!” Gillian called out, watching Eaden taking a slight turn to prevent colliding with someone in the last possible moment before continuing to boisterously make her way towards her mother.
The impact was hard, but Gillian was used to little bodies storming into hers, so she’d braced herself just in time as Eaden ran into her headfirst. Annabeth, who was standing beside her, chuckled at the sight of them.
“Eaden, you need to be careful! There are people walking around you don’t want to hurt and equipment standing around you don’t want to destroy, okay? God knows I’ve already destroyed enough expensive equipment for all of us,” she said and threaded her fingers through Eaden’s soft, blonde hair.
“I’m not Eaden, Mommy! I’m a scary alien!” Eaden said pointedly, raised her arms up high and attempted to make a frightening face. “Wraahh!”
“Wow honey, you look very scary! But where did you get those? Did you ask before taking them?”
“Yes, I did! A nice lady put them on me after I asked!”
“Good girl! Hey, do you remember Annabeth here?” Gillian asked and put her hand on Annabeth’s upper arm.
“Hey, Eaden! It’s nice to see you again,” she said and kneeled down to get on Eaden’s eye-level.
The little girl shook her head no and stepped closer to Gillian.
“Yeah,” Annabeth nodded, “you were very little the last time we saw each other! You just started to walk!”
“Really?” Eaden looked up to Gillian.
“Yes, you were just a baby back then.”
“And now I’m a big girl!” Eaden beamed, and Annabeth stood up again.
“She is sugar, Gillian! So cute,” she said warmly and smiled down at Eaden, who was also grinning up at her, alien arms tightly wrapped around Gillian’s upper thigh.
“I’m out of sugar, Mommy!”
“You’re out of sugar?” Both Gillian and Annabeth chuckled heartily before Gillian picked her daughter up and kissed her cheek. “Will the sugar queen even be able to survive without her beloved sugar?”
Eaden giggled, knowing her mother well enough to realize that she was teasing her, and rested her head on her shoulder.
“What about my little extraterrestrial sugar queen, huh?” David suddenly piped in from behind and stepped beside them, still clad in the dirty clothes that Mulder wore by the end of the last season, holding a paper plate with a big piece of cake on it.
Eaden’s eyes went wide. “Is that a cake, Daddy?”
“It is! It’s my birthday cake that I got from Chris! Doesn’t it look yummy?” he asked and put a spoonful into his mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“Wow!” Gillian marveled and looked greedily at his plate. “I wonder if I will get one, too.”
“I bet you will,” David grinned. “It’s your birthday tomorrow. And if not, you still have what’s even better than birthday cake,” he winked and put his arm around her waist as her face turned two shades redder.
“See, Mommy! I’m not out of sugar for a loooong time!” Eaden exclaimed excitedly, leaned forward, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, waiting for David to finally share his colorful birthday cake with her.
Birthday Parents (3/4)
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Just Holding Hands 