Darn cute babies

So a friend just found out she has fertility issues and it's not looking good that she'll be reproducing any time soon. Or ever, really. And since I'm the most self-centered person on Earth, this immediately ties back to me and my own lack of fecundity. It's really time to start making peace with the idea that I'm getting older and I've made no effort whatsoever to find a mate and have a family. As a result, there is a very strong likelihood that I won't be getting married or having any babies. Which I pretty much thought everyone did and it was just a matter of time until Mr. Babymaking Right managed to track me down at my house, breakdown the door, fix the door, court me, marry me, and impregnate me before disappearing in a mysterious accident that left me lonely, but with a lovely set of twins and an enormous insurance settlement to comfort me. Could it be that I've somehow gone wrong in my assumptions?