Newt Scamander Preferences

Before The Miscarriage

A/N: A cute little chapter for you.

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It was late into the night when you finally became frustrated with your current hot flushes. You found yourself unable to settle as you became extremely warm and then alarmingly shivery. Your body wanted you to feel one way while your hormones, another.

You carefully rolled onto your side, kicking the duvet from your body, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Your hands travelled to your slightly rounded torso, they came to rest at the navel, just below the bulge. In that dome was a life just beginning to blossom, a life that you and Newt had made.

Another hand came to rest on top of yours, as the presence of another body came into contact with ypir back.

Delicate lips brushed across your flamed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

With a sigh, you leaned into the male behind you, your fingers entwining on your stomach. "Is everything alright, sweetheart?" Newt asked, his breath tickling your neck.

"I'm so warm." you murmured, frowing in discomfort. Your whole body felt as if was becoming warmer and warmer as the minutes passed.

He placed one final kiss upon ypur shoulder before untangling himself from you.

The handsome male rose from the bed and walked around to your bedside, taking care not to trip over the discarded duvet in the low light of the silvery moon.

He crouched in front of you, the expectant Mother, his face near your bump. He placed his lips to the raised area and mumbled. "Well, I can't have my girls in discomfort, can I?" then with barely any effort, he scooped you into his arms, taking you and the foetus into the darkened living room of your home, where he gently settled you onto the cool material of the sofa.

Turning on the side lamp, it filled the room with it's gentle golden glow, casting much needed comforting light.

Newt helped arrange pillows behind your back, making sure that you and the baby were comfortable.

When he was sure that you were okay, he left the room hastily and walked into the kitchen, selecting a tube of ice cream from the freezer. The perfect rememdy to hot flushes.

Back in the living room, you were propped up against a mound of plush pillows, your head resting on the back of the cool leather sofa.

You smiled wearily at him, your eyes now focused on the tub of dairy deliciousness. "Oh, you are a star, Newt." you whispered to him, taking the offered spoon in your right hand.

Newt handed you the tub too, sitting himself down by your feet, pulling them onto his lap. "I know that you had been craving it recently, so I went to the store earlier and purchased a few tubs."

Ever so gently, he began to massage your swollen feet, receiving an appreciated moan in return. "I know that this pregnancy has been tough on you, so I wanted to do all I could to eliviate some of the stress."

You could feel tears of affection forming in your eyes. Usually, you would blame them on the hormones but this time, they were soley yours. How could this wonderful man truly be your husband? "Oh, darling..." you began to whisper.

"Sssh," he comforted you, wiping away cascading tears away with his thumb. "you deserve it, love. I want to take care of you and baby."

If only you both knew what I had in store for you...