A Comprehensive Guide of The Benefits Of Being Fox Mulder’s One and Only:

• Finding sunflower seeds in your pockets, even after dry-cleaning
  
• Midnight phone calls to talk about everything and nothing
  
• Constant mental stimulation.  He’ll say the most outrageous things, posit the most outlandish theories, just to see what you’ll say, how you’ll react. It’s a lot like foreplay, you’ve found.
• He may not take you out to dinner for a date, but he does know your favorite pizza toppings, how you take your coffee (cream, no sugar) and that you always prefer your turkey sandwich on rye with sprouts, lite mayo, and an extra pickle spear.  
• He does usually have that red Speedo tucked into his overnight bag, and you will occasionally catch him swimming laps when your motel has a pool.
• He doesn’t take you out to the movies, it’s true.  But every weekend you take turns renting a movie the other hasn’t seen.  Last Friday you made him sit through Steel Magnolias.  You didn’t end up watching much of it.
• In years past, he hasn’t marked your birthday in the traditional sense. But he will wrap himself around you under the auspices of teaching you how to hit a baseball, even though you both know damn well you played shortstop for your middle school’s softball team, and call it a very early or a very late birthday present.  
• You’re right, he’s never brought you flowers “just because.”  But he brought flowers to your sister’s grave.  He brought you flowers when you’d told him to meet you at the oncology ward the day you told him you had cancer.  He brought a small spray of carnations and baby’s breath wrapped in with a pink satin bow to put on Emily’s casket.  And every year, without fail, on Emily’s birthday, on William’s birthday, and on Mother’s Day, a bouquet of stargazers and pale pink roses will appear on your table.  Even that year he went into hiding.  Even when you were both on the run.  Even after you moved out.  
  
• Impromptu trips to save you from alien cryopods in underground spaceships in Antarctica are never out of the question.  
• He’ll think of the silliest reasons to spend time with you.  Including stealing your car keys so he can go ghost hunting with you on Christmas Eve.
• He knows how to put that mouth and tongue to good use.  
• He lets you fight your own battles, but he always has your back.
• He respects you.  Trusts you.  Loves you.  Always, and unconditionally.
• He wipes the barbecue sauce from the side of your face.  He tucks your hair behind your ear.  He touches your cheek.  Kisses your forehead.  Rests his hand on the small of your back.  Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep.
  
• When you ask him, he agrees to be the father of your child, even though the both of you have no idea what that might end up looking like.  He doesn’t care.  All he knows is that he’ll have created a life, something good and pure and innocent, that’s half him and half you.  And that it’s made you happy.  He’s only ever wanted you to be happy.
  

In short, Anon…Fox Mulder is one of the sappiest, most romantic men that has ever existed.  Anyone would be blessed to have him.  But since she walked into his life, Dana Scully is the only one he’s ever belonged to.