"Mortimer Ambrose Scully." Their own little accountant - they can decorate his room with old tickertape and tax returns. But if they're giving the kid an embarrassing name, he's leaving Scully holding the bag on the surname front.

Her answer isn't a surprise, but the fact that it doesn't sting much is. Maybe it would have pained him at one point - but her suspicions are right.

"I always figured we were," he admits. Out loud, it sounds silly, but it's true; his devotion to her was unquestionable, even when he was a black hole of misery threatening to pull them both under. "In all the ways that counted, anyway. If we made it official, Uncle Sam's the only person it'd change things for."