After a long talk, the two of you decided you should still wait a little bit, but Harry was intent on stressing that you shouldn't wait THAT long.
A few days later you went out for a walk.
You were talking and joking around when Harry suddenly decided to fall, back first, on the grassy ground.
He spread out his arms and legs and started moving them, as if he was making a snow angle.. without the snow.
You smirked and shaking your head, asked, "Babe, what exactly are you doing?"
"A grass angle." he answered, smiling up at you, like a 5-year-old on Christmas morning.
You laughed and walked over, putting a foot on each side of his hips.
Leaning your head to the side, you told him, "Why exactly should I want a kid, if I already got my hands full with this one?" he pouted at that.
"Mean." he grumbled.
You smiled and got down on your knees.
You put your hands on each side of his face and leaned in closely.
His eyes were big and, thanks to the grass, as green as you had ever seen them. They were sparking with mischief and happiness.
You sighed. "But a kid with your eyes and curls and my manners.. that would be pretty perfect." You rubbed your nose against his, which made him grin.
"Absolutely." his eyes glazed over, a dreamy expression on his face, "Just imagine running around here with a little baby girl, her brown curls bouncing,laughing that same adorable laugh her Mom has.
You bit your lip. "Fine." you exclaimed, "Let's do it, let's make that perfect little girl, though the rest of the world might hate us for such perfection."
"Who cares about the rest of the world, you and her will be enough for me."
You bent a little lower and kissed him sweetly. "So let's do it."
Harry beamed, pulled you down, flush against his body and kissed you breathless.
