Harry nodded. “Me too.” “OK,” I said, considering the next steps. “So we'll talk to John and Celia.” “Yeah,” Harry said. “I suppose we will.” “And if everyone is on board?” I asked, stopping before we got out to the sidewalk. “We'll get started,” Harry said, stopping with me. “I know the most obvious solution is adoption,” I said. “But. . .” “You think we should have a biological child.” “I do,” I said. “I don’t want anyone trying to claim we adopted because we had something to hide.” Harry nodded. “I get it,” he said. “I want a biological child, too. Someone half you, half me. I’m with you on this.” I raised my eyebrow. “You do realize how babies are made?” I asked him. He smiled and then leaned in and whispered, “There is a very small part of me that has wanted to bed you since I met you, Evelyn Hugo.” I laughed and hit him on the arm. “No, there is not.” “A small part,” Harry said, defending himself. “It goes against all my greater instincts. But it is there nonetheless.” I smiled. “Well,” I said, “we will keep that part to ourselves.” Harry laughed and put out his hand. I shook it. “Once again, Evelyn, you've got yourself a deal.”