I tensed against him, but he held me tighter, his trunk-like arms wrapping around me and pulling me close, protective.
“Why?” I countered. “Do you?”
“You’re not getting out of this, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I asked first.”
“Well, I don’t want them right now, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, of course not,” he said, smoothing his finger down to my ear, tickling around my lobe in that sort-of-weird way I just adored. “But one day.”
“Yes,” I admitted, snuggling closer to him.
I wriggled in his embrace so that we were face to face, our noses tickling against each other. I gripped his shoulders, feeling the rocky firmness of them. He made me feel so, so safe.
“One day. What about you?”
“One day,” he said, nodding. “I don’t know if it’s strange, but I never thought about it before. Before we met, I mean. But now, I don’t know …”
“Don’t go all shy on me, bad boy,” I teased, nudging him with my elbow.
“I think I want two,” he muttered, kissing my forehead softly.
“Greedy,” I giggled. “Only joking. I always thought how nice it’d be to have twins, but one boy and one girl.”
He softly grabbed my arms and lengthened them, nudging me back in his embrace so that he could get a better look at me. “Are you serious?” he said.
“Yeah … why?”
“Because I was thinking that exact thing. I swear, Nancy Drew, your detective skills are starting to turn into some real mind-reading abilities.”
“Ha, ha,” I muttered. “You’re so silly. I bet you’re just telling me you were thinking the same thing to get into my pants.”
He smirked, one hundred percent irrepressible dickhead. And I loved it.
When he smirked at me like that, I felt like the only girl in the world.
“I don’t need to lie to you to do that,” he said.
“Cocky.”
“True.”
We stared at each other for a moment, and then both burst out laughing.
“Fine, let’s Imagine we have twins then …”
I winced, realizing the mistake I’d made.
We.
Talking about having children one day, in the abstract, was way different to basically telling him we were going to have kids together.
But, typical Harry, he read my mind and saw through my concerns.
“I’m listening,” he whispered, smoothing his fingers down my neck, creating little pockets of buzzing electricity that danced up and down me. “No need to go all shy on me now.”
“Okay, then let’sImagineit. What do we call them, huh?”
“Well, let’s split it,” he said. “You name the girl and I name the boy.”
