Ginny Weasley liked to think she was a sensible woman. One who knows what is right and good for her and what is not. For example, salad good, ice cream bad. Accepting the position of seeker for the Harpies good, contemplating throwing all that away for a guy bad.
You see when it comes to a certain bespectacled man all her reasoning and rational thought flies out the window; on her broom, apparently taking her quidditch gear with it. When it comes to Harry Potter, Ginny was like any other young woman in love.
After the defeat of Voldemort Ginny had eagerly reconnected with Harry. They had dated and eventually he had proposed. It was great, they were in love. She was a Quidditch star and he was an Auror. Everything was great. But now he wanted to set the date for their wedding; three months away.
It wasn't that Ginny didn't want to marry Harry but she knew that when she did she would be expected to settle down and start having kids. She wasn't sure if she was ready to have kids yet. It was Quidditch policy that any pregnant witch stops playing immediately; it was just far too dangerous. Somewhere deep in her subconscious rational Ginny was screaming at her to just talk to Harry about it but girlfriend Ginny was drowning her out with her fears that telling Harry she wasn't ready to have kids would break his heart. In the end it was Harry who brought it up…
"Ginny, I'm not ready to have kids," Harry said to her one night while they were snuggled up in front of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place.
"What?" Ginny asked surprised, turning to face him.
"Well, I know your mum had Bill really young and she wants us to start trying soon but I'm just not ready."
Harry cried out in surprise as Ginny launched herself onto his lap.
"Harry, you couldn't have told me this months ago?" she chided but the effect was ruined by her grin.
"You're not angry?" Harry asked, studying his girlfriends face.
"No, I thought that you thought the exact opposite, wanting to set the date and all."
"I just want to be able to call you my wife," Harry said, kissing her nose. "And I definitely want it to be just us for a few years. I'm selfish; I want you all to myself."
"My thoughts exactly," Ginny said wrapping her arms around Harry tightly.
Harry wanted kids. But Ginny wasn't ready. He wasn't stupid; he could see the panic in her eyes whenever he mentioned setting the date or if Fleur or Bill asked her to hold Victoire. Ever since the war ended he couldn't wait to settle down with Ginny, start a family of his own, one he could love and cherish. There was only one thing he wanted more then to see Ginny pregnant with his child, though. And that was for her to be happy. He'd put his own desires on hold.
To make her happy he would give her the moon if that's what she wanted.
Yes, Harry wanted kids, but Ginny wasn't ready.