Harry laid with you on the bed, holding you tightly in his arms as he kissed the length of your neck. His hand rubbed your side lovingly.

“You know…” He began, his voice soft, “It wouldn't be too bad if we had a little girl or boy." Harry said with soft smile.

Harry has had a bad case of baby fever recently. He has practically been begging for a child, but you were unsure of the thought.