Since We Were Kids // Death Cure (Newt x Reader)

Chapter Eighteen

Hey! So I was going to finish and post this earlier but my clumsy ass self broke my wrist so that's been fun trying to type. Anyway here's a new chapter.

Teddy's POV

Our kiss felt like it could last forever, but I'm not quite sure who pulled away first.

Newt presses our foreheads together while still holding me in his arms.

The whole universe feels faded from our existence until...

"Aww."

Our heads shoot up and we glare at Gally.

"As much as I love..." he gestures to us holding each other, "...whatever this is, you guys need to get the fuck going."

"Oh! Right sorry," I step out Newt's embrace.
I glance up at Newt and notice he's smiling proudly at something behind me.

I turn over, realizing Thomas and Teresa are staring at us, jaw agape.

I smile awkwardly and take a step backward, automatically on Newt's side.

"How long has this been going on...?" Thomas asks with a tiny smile hinting from behind the surprised look on his face.

My awkward smile from seconds ago turns into a proud one, like Newt's. His arms snakes around my waist pulling me tighter to his side. I look up at him, his bright smile lighting up the paleness of his skin and the darkness of his eyes.

"Guys!" Our heads snap up to Gally. "You really need to go now!"

Our smiles fade quickly as reality begins to set in again.

"Yeah alright," Thomas replies. "Let's get going." He places a hand firmly on Teresa's back, guiding her towards the door. 

Newt looks down at me, as if asking for my approval. I nod at him, reassuringly. "You go. But please be careful."

He nods, still staring in my eyes. "I'm sorry," his voice shakes.

I shake my head. "Newt for what?"

Whatever he was about to say died on his lips and instead he just pulls me into a hug. He buries his head into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around him tightly.

"You need to go," I whisper to him, pulling out from the hug.

He nods. "I love you Teddy," he whispers.

"I love you, Newt," I respond in a whisper.

Newt jogs towards Thomas and Teresa, putting his mask over his head.

"Greenie," Gally stops Thomas in his tracks. "Good luck."

Thomas nods at him before walking out.

One single tear slips down my cheek and I wipe it away immediately. Once we get the serum, Newt is going to be okay.

I'm sure of it.