Tina and Newt fan fiction (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

Midnight Insecurities

My eyes snap awake, the room dark, and cold. I sit up, running my hands through my hair. I smile, reaching over trying to find Newt.
“Wait…” I stop, my hand flinching as all it hits is the soft sheets of my bed. I’m alone. Was it a dream? Did he decide he didn’t want me in the middle of the night and leave back to London? I start to feel all my insecurities rushing back like a sharp pain straight to the heart. I knew it. I knew I wasn’t good enough. I lie back down against the sheets, making the ugliest sounds as I sob. I turn onto my stomach and bury my head into the pillow, pretending its Newt’s soft, delicate skin.
“Are you ok?” I tear my face away from the pillow to see my door open, and a half naked Newt standing there, illuminated by light. He walks in and closes the door behind him, filling the room with an unmistakeable darkness all over again. I feel a thump on the other side of the bed and the blanket being pulled over us. “It’s ok,” I’m hauled back into his arms.
“I thought you left me…” I snuggle into him, wrapping my arms and legs around his body, not daring to let him go.
“You’re an amazing witch, truly magnificent, I wouldn’t think of it,” his fingertips caress my cheeks. I smile, fighting back my tears. His thumb sweeps my eyes, picking up the tears. “Come back to London with me,” is the next thing that comes out of his lips, catching me off guard.
“What?” I notice even through the darkness how his eyes turn from a glistening child to serious, seriousness I’ve only hardly seen before, like with the child, and with Credence Barebone, such a corrupt young man yet so innocent.
“Come with me,”
“Why can’t you stay here, with me?” I want to come with him, so badly. But I fear how Queenie will go on her own. Yet she’s never really alone, always bringing home men, new week new man. All wizards, of course. Apart from Jacob, if only he remembered why he keeps getting summoned here. I don’t think he minds at all, though.
“Because I can’t bring my children back to America,”
“Children?!”
“Creatures, sorry, I’m not a father, not yet anyway, I don’t think we’re quite ready for children,”

I laugh a little, punching him lightly in the arm. “Oh, Newt…” despite the lack of vision our lips still find each other’s with ease, sharing a sweet, gentle kiss. I sigh against his lips, kissing him again, never wanting to stop. I think I’ve fallen in love with a five year old in a man’s body.