Summary: Harry has been wanting to have kids since the wedding, but he doesn't know how to ask Ginny, who secretly wants a kid, too.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, and fast moving!
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Harry's POV
Harry rested his head on his desk at the Ministry, tired from a lack of sleep. He and Ginny recently got married, and Harry started his job at the Ministry last week. And the stress was already getting to him. Then he slowly fell asleep as he closed his eyes.
Dream
Harry was roaming around Hogwarts under his Invisibility Cloak, when he came across a Mirror.
"The Mirror of Erised...I haven't seen this in years!"
He went closer, then he took off the cloak, so he can see the mirror more clearly. He saw himself, standing next to Ginny, and he was holding hands with a boy who looked no younger than 13. Ginny was holding a boy's hand as well, except he looked like he was 11 years old. Harry had a girl on his shoulders as well.
"Woah...I really do want kids."
"Harry! Wake up!"
Huh?
"Harry!"
End of Dream
Harry opened his eyes and then saw the Mistress of Magic. Hermione Granger.
"Harry, what are you doing sleeping at work?"
"Hermione, I didn't get any sleep last night."
"What could possibly stop you from sleeping?"
Harry blushed, embarrassed. Then he told her why.
"I want to have kids with Ginny, but I don't know how she'll react!"
Hermione froze, then laughed.
"Oh, Harry! You're more thick than Ron! Of course she wants to have kids with you!"
"Really?"
"Really."
Harry smiled, and went back to work, excited to ask Ginny when he gets home.
At home
Harry closed the door behind him, wondering if Ginny was home from Quidditch. Then he saw her on the couch, writing a news article about the latest Quidditch match.
"Hey, Gin."
"Oh! Hey, Harry. Didn't see you there. How was work?"
"You know, the usual boredom and stress."
"Aww, that's why you should be a work at home husband instead! Sit down. You look tired."
Harry put his brief case down and sat down next to Ginny. Ginny finally finished the article and put it to the side.
"I can tell something is off. What's up?"
Harry rested his head on Ginny's shoulder, blushing.
"Well, I was wondering...uhh..."
Harry never planned for how he was going to ask. Ginny wrapped her arm around Harry.
"Well? Go on, spit it out."
"Wanna have kids?"
Ginny froze, then smiled.
"Is that even a question? Of course!"
"Oh, yay! I didn't expect you to be so quick with that answer."
"Okay, when are we gonna start trying?"
"Hmm...we could start tonight. Are you ready to get fucked?"
"Yes I am. Go as fast as possible. I'm ready."
They both laughed, and Harry kissed her cheek, smiling.
"This is why I love you."
"I love you, too."
And they both got sexy that night.
A few months later
Harry went over to Ginny, who was three months pregnant.
"How are you feeling?"
"I don't feel nauseous anymore."
"That's great! Do you want anything to eat?"
"Umm...can you get me a bowl of snickerdoodle ice cream with jalapeño chips?"
Harry's eyes widened.
"Alright..."
