Harry waited until nightfall. Every cell in his brain told him that the time was right. He just hoped Ginny felt the same way.
"Harry, are you alright? You've seemed distant today," Ginny remarked calmly in the recliner she was sitting on.
"Nah, I'm fine. It's just..."
"What?"
"Well... I dunno... I've been thinking..."
"About what?"
"Well, nothing in particular... I'm just... you know... sort of..."
"You're not making any sense."
Harry knew she was right. He wasn't. Weren't these things supposed to be easier? He had always thought the two of them would get married and not have a care in the world. Why was it that he couldn't do something as simple as tell Ginny about his desire to have kids?
"Well," said Harry. This was his chance. "I've been thinking about children lately."
Ginny laughed. Harry cursed his stupidity. He must have sounded like an idiot!
"Actually," said Ginny, smirking. "I've been kind of thinking about having kids too."
Harry sighed. What a relief!
"I've gotta say," said Ginny. "I'm pretty relieved that you brought it up before I did. I had no idea how to tell you!"
"Uh, yeah," said Harry awkwardly. "No idea."
They were both at a level of mutual understanding. Why had Harry worried so much? She could say anything to her! That was part of the reason he'd fallen in love with her in the first place!
"Harry," said Ginny. "I think we both need a good night off. I mean, being an Auror must be awfully stressful..."
"It is," said Harry in agreement.
"And my job is no picnic either," said Ginny. "Why don't we spend some time together? You and me?"
That was exactly what Harry wanted to hear. "Of course!"
"Perfect," said Ginny, rising from her chair. "I'll run a bath."