"Well, I should have," Harry grins against her jaw. Then he moves just a little bit backward, to peer down at her stomach, his fingers spreading over it protectively and he looks up at her with a smile. "Sounds like we have it figured out. Eventually."

He sounds happy about it. Happy and impressed.

"We were on a break," he admits with a sheepish grin. "You probably know how that goes. And how successful those breaks are."

His arms are around her, pulling her close, holding on tightly.

"I've managed to do one thing right it seems."