Maybe he won't cry, but it's within the realm of possibility that she might. (That's maybe the worst part of being pregnant; she can't control her feelings as well as she used to. There are unpleasant physical parts, but most of it, truth be told, she relishes; it's something that shouldn't have been possible, and she tries not to complain about a single second.)

"Mulder!" She's half exasperated and a little terrified and overwhelmingly, distractingly, hopelessly in love with him. The part of her that improbably wants to tear him away from dusty files and play house in some suburb where the sun shines and the monsters are imaginary is much louder than usual. Not a fair circumstance at all.

Should they be thinking about it? Is she supposed to take this as the world's worst proposal?

"I'm not sure you can legally marry anyone until your paperwork's fixed," she points out, which is definitely not her stalling. Nope, not a bit.