Harry would be a very lucky bloke if Daphne wasn't already asleep by the time he arrived. Not that she was tired from the night they had just had, but stressing over him did drive her to the point of exhaustion, but also, it was well past her bedtime. Pathetic how she actually had one unless she was ... busy. She heaved a great yawn, followed by a stretch before sinking into her bed as much as possible.
However, the weight of Harry climbing in caused her to open her eyes, looking over at him. She groaned quietly and curled up next to him, wanting to be in his arms. It was almost sickening how much she enjoyed being held by him, but it was just the way she was. Daphne was a very physical being and Harry comforted her greatly when he held her.
"I love you," she mumbled, kissing his chin gently as she lifted her head just enough to look at him. Sometimes, she felt as if she couldn't say it enough, but it was true. Idly, she wondered how far he'd love her if she brought up two very important subjects.
"D'you think someday we could have a baby?" she asked feebly. Yeah, it was still early for that kind of thing, but Daphne was female, she had a biological clock that was like a timebomb inside of her. Eventually, yeah, she'd like one, right away, probably not. Still, she wanted to ask.