Morag pursed her lips slightly, saying halfheartedly, 'I think it's supposed to be ours.' She wasn't going to press that too hard, though. He might persuade her to his way of thinking.
She wasn't sure how, though. A baby? Even with all the help in the world and an army of house-elves, a baby would still slow her down. Tie her down, even.
'But could anyone do as good a job with our children as you?' she pointed out. Nobody did things as well as Antonin, she knew. And she just knew that would extend to raising children. It just would.
He patted her back, and she took a deep breath, calming herself. No cages. Years ahead. She would just focus on that....