𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Newt x reader

As soon as he exited the room, I was hot on his heels. I knew what was happening...what happened to every person who got infected. Slowly, this virus was eating away, breaking off his sanity bit by bit. I stepped up behind him then after rounding the corner and wrapped my arms around his torso only to feel him tense under my touch.

"It's just me," I whispered into the soft cotton of the thin t-shirt covering his back.

I felt his body relax against mine.

"Well, I didn't think it was Tommy wanting to bloody snuggle me," he said sarcastically as he spun around in my embrace.

My gaze connected to his deep brown orbs and the unusual flash of despair hidden there surprised me.

"Newtie, babe, what's wrong?" I asked him softly, noting the tears that threatened to spill over as I tentatively brushed a strand of sandy blonde hair from his forehead.

"It's nothing," he dismissed it, brushing me off as he stepped away from me.

A twinge of hurt erupted in my chest but I tried to cover it up as I lightly touched his wrist with my fingertips.

"Please, Newt...just talk to me," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice strong but even I could hear the cracking in my hollow words.

Newt whipped around so fast, I was surprised he didn't get whiplash. But when his eyes met mine, they were filled with tears - making all the joking remarks die on my tongue.

"You don't bloody get it, do you?!" he screamed at me, his tone a mixture of anger and hurt as he briefly pointed a finger at his head, "Because of this-this thing eating at my brain like a maggot, I won't be here for you. I won't be here for our child,"

Instantly, my hand went to my swollen stomach, feeling the little life growing there kicking underneath my skin, almost as if it were agreeing with its father's words. A weary sigh escaped my lips and without another word, I collided into Newt. It didn't take but a second for him to react, arms wrapping around my body protectively as my large belly brushed against his abs that I could vaguely feel through his thin white shirt.

"I just don't want to leave you alone to face all this - all that WICKED's been trying to throw at us. Either of you," he spoke through his tears, voice slightly muffled in my long hair.

My hands moved up and down his back in a soothing manner, feeling tears well up in my own eyes. I'd thought about this a lot since I'd found out I was immune to the Flare my boyfriend was not - what I would do after...how I'd raise our child alone.

I shook my head then, willing away the onslaught of inevitable tears. Gently, I cupped his face in my hands and I felt his grip on me tighten as he gazed down at me.

"I don't know what to tell you. Okay?... I don't know what to do. But you and I will figure it out - get you a cure, something. We always do. Right?" I told him determinedly, arching my eyebrows for emphasis.

He blinked at me a moment, contemplating before finally, he began to nod, hands enveloping mine.

"Basically, you're using the polite version of 'Slim it and quit your bloody whining'?" he asked me, sarcasm dripping from his words as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

A grin split my face and I shrugged, quipping just before our lips collided in a kiss, "Something like that."