"We should get married."

I meant to say see a doctor. Instead I'm suggesting we find a priest. My breath catches when I try to correct myself, but the cat's not only jumped out of the bag -- it's halfway down the street. Everything's already moving so damn fast, a wedding is probably the last thing I should be thinking about, but when confronted by the very real possibility that I'm to be a father, my long ignored faith rears its head.

So I let out the breath I've been holding and let the statement stand.