Harry peered at Ginny's slender form, which lay facing the sun in a thin bikini. If he treasured one thing in his life at that moment, it was her. And he knew that Ginny felt the same way. How long had they been married now? Six months? It had been the happiest six months of his life. But still... something seemed to be missing... something important...
Harry realized what it was. He wanted children.
He became nervous. Did Ginny want children, too? He wanted nothing more than to please her. Suppose he tried tonight, and it didn't go the way he planned? Suppose Ginny protested to his desires? It would be awful. No, right now, he needed to think about what is best. He looked at the sky. Hmm. That cloud looked like a kitten. And that one looks like a baby... and that one also looks like a baby... and that one... and the one next to it...
Harry snapped out of it. He decided that he would see if Ginny wanted kids. Tonight.