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Harry’s voice cuts you out of the runaway train that’s racing through your brain. His hand finds yours, fingers slotting into their ascribed spaces, and you squeeze tightly to settle yourself. It helps you find your voice. “Do you… do you think we should start trying?”
The exhale that leaves Harry’s mouth makes you glance up. He’s looking down at his lap, gaze unfocused. You squeeze his hand again, trying to shake some sort of answer from him. But then his lips quirk up, and his grip tightens. “Scary to hear that out loud, truthfully.”
“Just…” He sighs, looking up and shaking his head slightly. “I know we’ve talked about how many kids we want and that sort of… idealistic image of what our family could look like. But I just want to say… I’m so thankful to be able to do this with you. And to actually talk about it now--”
“--Like, as a real thing--”
“Yeah,” he says, laughing a bit, almost surprising himself. “It’s… it’s big. To be a father, to be parents…”
Silence sets in once more. Harry’s thumb rubs a steady pattern on the back of your hand.
“Do you think we’re ready?”
Harry looks at you and blinks a few times before replying. “Is there a way to know if you’re ready?” he asks rhetorically. “I don’t think we’ll ever really be ready.”
“But we can prepare,” you counter. “We’re capable, I think.”
“I think so, too.” Harry smiles, clearly trying to reassure you before your mind starts running off elsewhere. “We’re a team, you and me.”