I’ve never given serious thought to whether I want kids. I love my niece and nephew, but I’ve always had bigger things happening. I’ve never seen myself taking the step that comes first: the getting-a-wife part. But the scary as hell thing is, I’m looking into the eyes of this woman I hardly know, and for the first time ever, I can imagine it all. The house in the suburbs, children in the yard, lazy Sundays with my family. I can see my unborn child in her arms. And it scares me to death.
