"Always..." Antonin laughed at the look of panic on Morag's face, "means as far as I am concerned, the decision about children will always be yours to make."
Waving one hand to slow her down a bit, Antonin went on, "Any child or children we have will have a dozen or more foster parents, aunts, uncles, cousin and the like to help raise them. Its traditional. Even the ghosts in the Castle have been known to take a part. And even you would have to admit we have more than enough house elves to handle the logistics of children. We just might have to get a bigger boat, though."
Antonin patted Morag on the back for a few minutes. "We could die with children, or die without children. As I said, the choice, as are most choices in our relationship, is up to you to make. No fences. No cages. We have years ahead of us."