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               _{THE FIRST MORNING WITHOUT their son being in the house. he had left for his first year at hogwarts the day before, she missed him, of course, she did. quinton had been her everything for eleven years and the house felt empty without him. though she didn’t mind the silence that much, after all, this morning she could do something she hadn’t been able to do for years, sleep in, holding her husband tightly against her. it wasn’t until he started to stir that she woke up, eyes fluttering open slowly.} 

              _{“ stay here ” she mumbled, fingers stroking over his side while she let her eyes close again, yawn passing her lips. “ no child in the house, it’s a saturday and we can spend the entire day just the two of us ” after all, it felt like a rare opportunity. she snuggled closer up against him, lips pressing against his shoulder for a moment before she properly pulled the covers over them both. “ hold me ”}

 _{@ironbellies have a older tina} 

A younger Newt would have scoffed at the idea of his current life. He’d always been odd, just the side of off-canter, and a firm believer in the idea that humans were at fault for the wrongs in the world. He’d accepted his oddities– his, well, himness– and worn it with his own variation of pride. Newt had never been ashamed of who he was, had always accepted those oddities, and had simply known what he valued out of life was different than his fellow humans. He’d been far too busy in his own work to think of settling down until he’d… Well, until he’d met her. Tina. And even then it was simply an odd sensation. A realization that he cared very deeply for another human being and her judgment of him. A sense he could not shake that his thoughts so often turned to her.

But even then, though his thoughts were filled with the woman, the idea of further extending that picture was never something he considered. Newt hadn’t stayed in one place for long in a decade by the time he met her. His life wrapped around creatures no one else cared for and knowing their own powers– Well, he’d never in his life intended to have children. Not of the biological, human sort, anyway, it wasn’t fear or any such nonsense. Simply that settling down, planting roots, wasn’t in the picture for a magizoologist who found he cared very little for the company of people. Save a short few.

Yet, here he was– Married to the very woman who’s eyes haunted him from the day he met her. A small cottage in Dorset, where creatures had a larger enclosure and a son who’s met his first eleven years of life. It was laughable, really, when he thought about it. In a pleasant, warming sort of way. To think it was Tina Goldstein in all of her fieriness who could stand for how annoying he was for well over a decade now. It was a fact he was reminded of every day and one he no less cherished–

–Even today when he slowly woke early in the morning. Newt had always been an early riser by proxy of having to keep to a tight feeding schedule. He found he preferred the steady rhythm he’d set with his creatures then the chaos of the upstairs world (a schedule that hadn’t changed, even now with him well into his forties). They’d been up late the night before, though, a quiet solemness at their son going to Hogwarts for his first year. Heavy tomes read, a quiet dinner, and vibrant discussion of which house he’d be in (not to mention the quiet joking of Hogwarts vs. Ilvermorny).

He’s surprised in that way when he stirs and feels her press in against him, a sound grumbling in the back of his throat. Newt was usually the one to rise first, though he admitted she was often soon to follow. Her being first, however groggily, is a surprise on its own. But whereas when he woke up he was alert it seemed Tina often stayed in some sort of sleepy haze– as she’d done now. Newt hummed in response to her urging, a soft nod of his head against the pillows.

And then he laughs, a low jovial sound rumbling in his chest when he shifts against her. Turning instead to face her as he presses soft lips against his forehead. Amusement tugging on his lips as he considers her with bright eyes.”No human child in the house, perhaps, no,” He reminds her quietly, reaching a hand up to allow his thumb to press back a strand of hair from her face. He searches for her eyes, a rare quality in him, but Newt had always found himself drawn to hers.

“And need I remind you the last time when Theseus offered to watch him over night, hm?” Newt mused, “when we found that not only had Dougal wandered upstairs but he’d forgotten to close the door? I daresay, hungry children cause quite the fuss.”Newt’s smile is almost lopsided as he keeps his eyes trained on her features, though he makes no outward move to pry from her embrace– Indeed, he seemed content to remain just there.

His hand even drops to her waist, tugging her in closer as he lets his lips linger against her forehead. He can’t help but take in the scent of her– something earthy and sweet and somehow wholly Tina– and he makes another small humming sound in the back of his throat. “Allow me to feed them and then I promise I’ll make no move to leave this bed for the rest of the weekend, if you’d like,” He pauses then, before quickly adding, “short of feedings of both the human and beast variety. Human wives get fussy without their food, too, I’ve noticed. So if you’d like… Go back to resting and I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, too?”

It’s light, tender joking, his voice soft and words easy. He was comfortable with her, a trait that seemed to come around her most. Somehow being around Tina Scamander had simply become natural even if he remained all too aware of the intensity she carried about her. An intensity he wouldn’t deny draws him too her as much as the softness she showed few others.