Furrowing her brows slightly, Daphne leaned back into the couch and crossed her legs comfortably. She didn't want him to hold himself back, but she really didn't want to force him into anything he didn't want. And if that meant waiting, Daphne could wait, she just didn't want to. Then again, not everything was about her anymore. They were a team and decisions needed to be made together. And if they weren't made together, Daphne knew she could trust Harry's decision. He'd make a choice that would work out in all cases.
Her fingers stroked his hands gently as she listened, thinking about what he was saying. "I don't think you're worrying too much, but he's right about life passing you by. I don't want you to miss out on something that's supposed to be special. We already didn't have our picture perfect wedding, but if we do one thing correct while we're married, I want it to be our child."
She smiled reassuringly, removing on of her hands from his and resting it on his cheek gently. "I think you'll be a great father, Harry. You're a wonderful husband, and you have the compassion to be a wonderful father, too."