You stand at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner for that evening when Harry comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Hello, beautiful," he speaks softly into your hair. You giggle. "I'm making your favorite," you say. Harry smiles, propping his chin onto your shoulder and flattening his hands across your belly. "I've been thinking..." he starts slowly, carefully. "The house seems a bit empty, don't you think?" You pause what you're doing for a moment, trying to decipher what he's getting at. "Empty, how?" you ask, your mind racing to thoughts of all the clutter you seem to have accumulated in the last few years since first moving in together. "I don't know. It just seems like there's something missing." "Something, like what?" you ask cautiously, beginning to put the pieces together. "Now, don't freak out, love, but don't you think it would be nice to have a baby running around the house?" and with that, your suspicions are confirmed. You place your hands over his, still flattened against your tummy, and smile. "Do you mean it?" He turns you around to look you in the eye. "Of course I mean it. I've been thinking about it for a while now." "Alright, then let's do it!" you agree happily. Harry's grin is wider than any you've seen before as he grabs your hand and begins pulling you towards your bedroom. "I didn't mean right this minute, Harry!" you try to resist through your laughter. "Dinner can wait," he replies cheekily, and you just give in to his desires
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