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   "It's so big, mommy!" Cassie exclaimed, looking out over Yankee    
   Stadium. "There are so many people!"   
      
   "That's because they're all here to watch the game, Cassie," Mulder    
   explained, jostling her in his arms. She always giggled when he did    
   that. It was one of the sweetest sounds to his ears.   
      
   "All of them here to see you?" she wondered.   
      
   "Well, not all of them. They're here to see the team play, not just    
   me."   
      
   "You play good?"   
      
   "Yeah, I'm pretty good. One day, I'll teach you how to play," he told    
   her, watching happily as her face lit up with delight.   
      
   "Really?" Mulder nodded. "Mommy, did you hear that?"   
      
   Dana stepped up to them from her place beside them. "Yes, I did.    
   Let's just hope he can keep these promises."   
      
   "I always keep my promises," he told them sincerely. "Especially when    
   it comes to adorable, blue-eyed little girls. I have a soft spot for    
   them. Do you know any?" he teased Cassie.   
      
   She raised her hand. "Me! I have blue eyes, just like mommy!"   
      
   "You're right. You do have blue eyes. Guess I have to keep my    
   promise."   
      
   Cassie nodded enthusiastically. Mulder set her down and turned her in    
   the direction of his agent, Mike.   
      
   "Go watch the people with Mike," he told her. "I'm going to talk to    
   mommy for a little bit."   
      
   They both watched as she skipped off happily.   
      
   "Are you really going to teach her how to play baseball?" Dana    
   wondered, her eyes staying on her daughter.   
      
   "Of course. Right after I teach you."   
      
   "Oh, that's right," she remembered. "And when is this taking place?"   
      
   "When the perfect special opportunity arises. That gives us enough    
   time to get used to everything."   
      
   She stepped closer to him, her hands tentatively moving to his    
   chest. "I'd say we're both already used to everything. Except the    
   cameras. I'm not used to those."   
      
   He looked down at her apologetically. "I'm sorry about that, Dana.    
   Did you have any problems with them this week?"   
      
   "Uh-huh. A photographer surprised me yesterday as I was coming out of    
   the hospital. I managed to shield my face in time but he followed me    
   to my car."   
      
   "He didn't take any pictures, did he?" He was starting to get mad now.   
      
   She shook her head. "A couple, but my back was turned."   
      
   "I'm sorry," he said again. "I've talked to Mike to work out an    
   arrangement with them. No pictures ever of Cassie and no pictures of    
   you alone. I have to meet them in the middle, or else they'll stoop    
   to low levels, so I'm allowing pictures of us, to a certain degree."   
      
   She leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Thank you; that    
   I can handle."   
      
   His hands on her hips pulled her closer. "Good, I was afraid you'd    
   get mad at me."   
      
   Mike interrupted before she could say anything.   
      
   "Mulder, they're motioning for you. It's game time."   
      
   He nodded, returning his attention back to Dana. He kissed her    
   sensuously, savoring her. She welcomed it, amazed at how badly she    
   knew she needed him. Not in a financial or needy way; she was a    
   doctor with a daughter, she did fine on her own. But in an emotional    
   way. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to love    
   someone. She was ready to love Mulder.   
      
   "Remember, Viviana and her husband will be here soon," Mulder    
   reminded her, resting his forehead against hers. "Talk, bond—it's    
   important to me that you females get along. You're both important to    
   me, in completely different ways."   
      
   "We'll talk, I promise. Who's her husband again?"   
      
   "Peyton Manning. He plays for the Indianapolis Colts. He gets to come    
   to my games in exchange for tickets to his games."   
      
   "Nice arrangement. How does a baseball player come to be friends with    
   a football player?"   
      
   "His wife."   
      
   "Oh, of course, the obvious."   
      
   "Mulder, seriously, get your as… butt down there," Mike interrupted    
   again.   
      
   Mulder kissed Dana again, his grip loosening. "I'll look for you when    
   I go up to bat. I have a feeling you could be good luck for me."   
      
   "I'll be watching so you'd better knock one out of the park for me."   
      
   He placed a hand over his heart. "You're already using the lingo."   
      
   "Go, Mulder. The game's about to start."   
      
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   Viviana came in not long after Mulder left. Being a woman that didn't    
   watch sports a lot, Dana was given thanks from Peyton when she didn't    
   turn star struck.   
      
   Viviana was a delightful woman, the Italian accent of hers thick but    
   understandable. She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes that    
   made you want to look at her. She was tall, too. She had an immediate    
   rapport with Cassie; that was always the final incentive for Dana.    
   She was a beautiful woman. She had a feeling she was Mulder's    
   original type.   
      
   "So Dana, how are things going for you and Fox?" Viviana asked, her    
   attention long since drawn away from the game.   
      
   "For only being together for eight days, it's going pretty well. Kind    
   of fast but… I feel so comfortable with him."   
      
   Viviana had a beautiful smile as well. "That is good, right?"   
      
   "Yes, it's great. Cassie adores him and he adores her. That plays a    
   big part in me liking him."   
      
   "And do you? Like him?"   
      
   "Of course I do," Dana was quick to respond. "What woman wouldn't?"   
      
   She looked down to the diamond trying to find Mulder. His team was up    
   to bat and ahead by one point. The game was in the third inning, the    
   bases were loaded with no outs. That's when she saw him.   
      
   The cheering for him wasn't lost on her. The people loved him. He    
   stepped up to bat after selecting his favorite wooden bat. He stopped    
   before he got to the plate. He was looking around the stadium. He was    
   looking for her.   
      
   She knew the moment his eyes found her. She could feel it throughout    
   her body. She waved at him just slightly, just enough for him to see.    
   She knew he was smiling when he turned around and got back to work.   
      
   Things weren't good between them. Things were great.   
      
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   (Sarcastically) Guess which city I live in?  I know who's actually    
   married to Peyton Manning but my brother actually goes out with    
   Peyton's wife's best friend so I thought I'd use him.  Ironically    
   though, I hate the Colts.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   
   
     
   
      
      
       
   
               
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