Lay Your Body Down, Rock Your Tears Away

Untitled Part 1

January 1937

"Tina, love? Are you awake?"

She gave a long yawn, not moving from her position against his side. "Barely. What is it?"

Newt couldn't help but hesitate, resting his hand on her hip as he thought to himself how best to approach the conversation. "I was just wondering...I don't wish to be crude, but...I've been thinking that perhaps..."

"Newt."

"I want to have another baby."

Tina's eyes snapped open at his hurried confession, any lingering traces of sated exhaustion disappearing extremely quickly. "You want what now?!?"

Even in the darkness of their bedroom, she could see that his cheeks had gone pink already. "I...I know that you're probably rather sick of the whole thing...that is, being pregnant, seeing as you've done it three times already...and that you probably just want to get back into working from now on...but I was just thinking to myself that...well, it doesn't matter actually..."

"What brought this on?" She questioned, sitting up to fully look at him.

"Nothing in particular," He admitted, and he actually looked somewhat ashamed to have brought the whole thing up. "It's just something that's been on my mind, that's all." He paused for a moment thoughtfully. "A few nights ago, when I was tucking Linnet in for bed, she started asking...well, she has two brothers, and she wanted to know if she would ever have a sister..."

"And what did you say to that?" Tina prompted, raising an eyebrow at him.

Newt looked away from her, rather embarrassed. "Well...I told her, 'maybe'. I didn't want to hurt her feelings or upset her, but I suppose a part of me was hoping...Never mind," He brushed off quickly, shaking his head to himself. "It was just a thought."

"Hang on, we're not done talking about this," She stated firmly, and he knew better than to argue with her when she spoke like that. "There must be another reason – aside from Linnet wanting a sister, that is – for you to want to have another baby. What is it?"

He sat up as well, still avoiding her gaze. "I know we never really discussed how many children we wanted exactly, that we haven't exactly been planning at all, but I've been thinking lately... As I said, I know you're far too busy with work to want to have another baby," He repeated hurriedly. "That three is quite enough, and I'm honestly perfectly happy with that; I love our children and always will...but I won't lie, Tina; I think another baby would be wonderful."

Tina regarded him for a moment, mulling over what he had said. "I...I see. It's...It's a big commitment," She said quietly, expression unreadable. "We have three children already, one of whom isn't even two yet; it would mean not getting any sleep, night feeds..."

"Yes," Newt agreed softly, feeling any hope that had been inside of him sink. "Yes, you're right."

She was silent for a moment – but then she smiled at him, brown eyes lighting up even in the dark as she put a hand on his cheek and leaned in. "We're crazy – absolutely crazy – for wanting this, aren't we?"

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time we've been considered absolutely mad," He agreed, chuckling to himself as his heart lifted. "So...that's a yes?"

"Of course it is," Tina laughed – quietly, so as to not wake their children sleeping down the hall. "It's a definite yes."

The resulting kiss turned heated rather fast; he had her pajamas off within just a few short minutes, the clashing of their lips slowing down his progress a bit, and he was only vaguely aware when she pulled down his own bottoms eagerly – they were more than used to this by now, more than acquainted with each other's bodies after all of these years of marriage. She gave him a few firm strokes, making sure he was hard and ready (he was, he always was when she touched him like that) before lifting herself up and sinking down ever so slowly onto him.