ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Twenty One

After Lizzy leaves the hospital, Newt refuses to let her out of his sight. He sleeps in her room on the floor. When he does sleep, at least. 

He sits with Thomas in his living room, Lizzy playing in the backyard with Harriet. Newt doesn't take his eyes off of her, playing his fingers. 

"Hey," Thomas says. He puts a hand on his cheek, making him look at him. "She's fine, okay? She was hurt, but now she's fine."

A tear rolls down his cheek. "I know." He says. "I'm just so worried about her."

"I know." Thomas says, wiping away his tear. "But she's okay."

Newt leans forward, kissing him. "I know." Newt says, pressing their foreheads together. "I do know that. It's just..."

"So hard to believe." Thomas finishes for him. 

Newt nods. "Exactly." He takes a deep breath. "Tommy?"

"Yeah?" He says.

"Thanks." 

Thomas pulls him into his lap. "Anytime." He says.

Newt smiles, looking down. "You're so great."

"You think I don't know that?" Thomas says. 

Newt hits his arm. "Would you shut up?"

"Never." He says. 

"I hate you." Newt says, nodding. "I really fucking hate you."

"No, you don't." Thomas says. "You love me."

Newt shakes his head. "There's a fine line between love and hate, Tommy."

"Then get off of me." He says.

"Nah." Newt says. "I'm good."

"Mhm." Thomas says, kissing his cheek. "What I thought."

Newt chuckles. "This, right here, this is why I hate you."

"Yeah, okay." He says. "Hate me all you want. I'm still gonna kiss you."

"You do that." Newt says. "I've got no objections."

Thomas laughs. He kisses him, pulling him closer. Newt sighs happily. Thomas puts his hands in his hair. 

"See?" Thomas says. "You love me."

"Shut up." Newt says, kissing him again. 

Newt walks into Thomas's room later.

"Newt, jesus." He says, jumping slightly. "You gotta knock. You scared the shit out of me."

Newt shrugs. "Knocking ruins the surprise."

"You come over all the time." Thomas says. "It's hardly a surprise."

"Fair enough." He says.  He sits next to him. "Hi."

"Hi." Thomas laughs. 

Newt smiles. "It's only a week til my birthday."

"I know." Thomas says. "You tell me how many days it is every day since the start of July."

"I'm excited." He says. 

"I know you are." Thomas says, smiling. "It's adorable."

"I'm not adorable." Newt protests.

"You really are though." Thomas says. 

He laughs as Thomas kisses his temple, pulling him closer.