He applied kisses to her neck and throat waiting on her answer, too afraid to push and lose any ground he may have possibly gained. Her answer, when it came, send a shock of lightning through him and he was pulling her in for a deep and lengthy kiss, his hands roaming with complete abandon under the edge of her shirt and then further; he paused long enough to put a silencing charm upon the baby's basket.
Assured that the baby wouldn't hear a thing, he slowed things down as much as he could, each article of clothing being removed with a slow tenderness and his mouth tasting the new skin. Even when she shied away with embarrassment at the baby-fat she still showed, he didn't back off.

He paused and took a look down at his wife, his eyes shining and his kisses tender. "We should get away," he murmured, his fingers tracing her skin. "We could take the baby, of course, but we should get away. Just for a few days. Camping?" he asked, laughing a second after and pressing a kiss to her. "We could borrow a wizarding tent from Benji's family."