Harry wasn't a bad husband, he was young and confused and they had just established that they even cared about each other. Mentally, Daphne knew she wasn't ready for a child and he sure as hell wasn't either, but biologically, her clock was ticking away and she was the same as her mother, not wanting to be an older mother. Had she been married when she was supposed to right after school, Daphne was sure to already have a child or two by now. Not because of tradition, but because she did want one to complete the family. Maybe that would be what kept the two of them close if it happened. Who knew?
She had nothing to say to him, however. A shrug was given, though once he wrapped his arms around her, she leaned into him gently. He didn't need to know that she wanted a baby. They could wait and if it happened, then it happened. Waiting was for the best anyway. Especially for him. They needed to work on the relationship before bringing a child into the mix. That's what was important to her.
"No," she lied, making herself sound as sincere as possible.