Newtmas One-Shots

ADOPTION {PART 1} (NEWTMAS AU)

It was the adoption of the twins that ultimately ended their marriage.

Well, their relationship had been breaking down before it, but it was what made them realise they weren't perfect for each other. Newt was a circle and Thomas was a square. They tried to fit together, but they just couldn't; they were completely different.

Newt had noticed that Thomas had been growing more distant since their wedding day. He'd been spending a lot of time away from their home; whether he'd been in work or at the local bar, he was hardly ever with his husband and it upset Newt greatly.

Which was why Newt came up with the idea of adopting.

He and Thomas both adored kids, but, as they were both very much male, they couldn't have any the natural way. Newt had been thinking about adopting for a while, and he decided that it would be best for their strained marriage if they had a little baby to raise together.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He brought up the subject at dinner one night. He'd made Spaghetti Bolognese (Thomas's favourite food) especially, but so far neither of them had said a word; Thomas had come in from wherever he'd been all day (Newt had no idea what Thomas even did anymore, and it scared him) and sat down before proceeding to start shovelling food into his mouth. No hug or kiss for Newt. No "How was your day, honey?". Just silence.

There had been a lot of awkward clearances-of-throats on Newt's behalf. Finally, he mustered up the courage and said:

"Tommy, I think we should adopt a baby."

He closed his eyes and waited. He winced when he heard the clattering of cutlery hitting a clay plate. But nothing happened. Silence returned.

Hesitantly, he opened one eye, then the other. Thomas was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, staring at Newt with an unreadable expression on his face. He saw Newt squirming under his gaze and smirked. He picked up his fork, and, twirling it like a baton in the air heavy with anxiety and hope, said gruffly:

"Sure, if that's what you want," before going back to slurping up his spaghetti.

Newt let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Oh my goodness! Thank you so much Tommy, you have no idea how happy I am! I promise you won't be disappointed! I lo-"

"Yeah, yeah." Thomas said, his mouth full. He waved his hand dismissively, and the room returned to silence.

Newt shook with happiness and disbelief. Tommy ACTUALLY said yes. He couldn't believe it. Picking up his fork, he swirled his previously untouched food around his plate, lost in thought once again.

The physical aspect of their marriage had become non-existent: there was just no flame anymore. Newt thought it would be a good idea to get the spark back up and running, so he gave it a little push start by leaning across the table and whispering as seductively as possible:

"I'll let you do anything you want to me tonight."

In a flash, Thomas was standing. He walked briskly into the small kitchen and placed his empty plate in the sink before practically running back out to Newt.

He pulled Newt up and attacked his lips. His husband purred happily, glad this was going to happen. It had been several months since they were intimate, and so he happily let himself be dragged to the bedroom.

When Newt woke up the next day, Thomas was gone. There wasn't a trace of his husband; in fact, if someone walked in right now, they would think Newt was single. He turned over to look at Thomas's bedside locker. A few books were on it, and so was his thin, gold wedding ring.

Newt sighed. That was another thing he noticed about his husband- he never wore his wedding band anymore. Newt himself wore his everyday. He fiddled with it now as he sat up, barely noticing the searing pain in his lower back and thighs. He swung his legs out of the bed, and, ignoring the fact that he was stark naked, stood up and stretched before limping towards the tiny en-suite that was connected to their bedroom.

He whistled as he turned on the shower. Stepping into it, he gladly welcomed the cascade of hot water that rolled down his (fairly fit) body. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of all of his worries being washed away.

The hot water had been used up by the time he exited the cramped bathroom. He didn't mind, though. He felt like a completely new person.

After he got dressed, he stalked into the kitchen, noticing the mess of their small apartment. He sighed and thought again of the baby. Excitement swelled in his chest, and he felt like he was going to float away. We're going to have a BABY. Those words rolled around in his mind like a tsunami. He did a happy little dance. 

Pouring some Cap'n Crunch and milk into a small bowl, he turned on the radio. "Cold Water" by Justin Bieber came on. Swiveling his hips, he shimmied around the kitchen while trying to eat the cereal. Milk dribbled down his chin but he didn't care. He felt amazing. Better, in fact, than he had in a long time. 

Newt started to jump around, singing at the top of his lungs. His fluffy socks caused him to slip, and he fell flat on his butt, the cereal and milk flying out of the bowl and raining down on him. He squealed and giggled. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his clothes were drenched and he was surrounded by a pool of milk and soggy cereal. He fell back, and lay down flat. Moving his arms around, he enjoyed the feeling of the milk seeping into his stripy, long-sleeved t-shirt.

He was interrupted by someone clearing their voice. He sat up immediately, and, upon brushing his hair off his forehead, saw it was Tommy. He stood up frantically, falling again. 

When he finally managed to regain his balance, he wobbled over to Tommy, a grin plastered on his face. "Hi baby, how was you-"

He was interrupted by Thomas's hard, cold voice. "What were you doing, Newt? I expected better of you. The man I married wouldn't have done something like that." Newt's face burned, and he fixated his gaze on the colourful tiles on the floor. "I was just having a bit of fun, Tommy-"

"Don't you 'Tommy' me, Newt. Now, clean this place up. I'm expecting visitors."

That was another thing about Tommy: he made Newt feel bad about everything he did. Newt couldn't help but feel upset about Thomas's reaction. The old Tommy would've laughed along with him and joined in.

As he mopped the kitchen floor, he started humming a little tune. It helped him concentrate on his work, and forget all of the negative vibes Thomas was sending him. He could hear his husband in the shower as he worked; he was also singing. 

The shower shut off just as Newt finished. As he trailed back to the bathroom for another shower, he couldn't help but think:

Maybe we shouldn't have gotten married.

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