This story was originally published on Ao3 from September 11th, 2017 to September 13th, 2017. It is being uploaded here for the sake of completeness.
Warning: some OT3 (Newt/Tina/Graves) smut and graphic mentions of pregnancy/childbirth.
"Why don't they make kosher pepperoni?" Tina laments, looking over the menu with a jaded eye.
"There is something similar available in some places," Newt tells her, glancing up from the stained tabletop. "I had it in Turkey, I believe, or maybe it was Israel. It's essentially a beef summer sausage with extra spices. It's quite tasty."
Pervical gives them both a level look before hungrily eyeing the Meat Monsta Supreme. "That doesn't really help us now though, does it?" He asks Newt dryly, and smirks at Tina. "Besides, weren't you just saying you wanted to cut back on your meat consumption?"
Tina rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she grumbles, folding her arms over her chest to pout. "I usually get that kind of grief from Newt, not from you!"
Newt reaches to take her hand, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles. "We are only trying to take care of you," he murmurs, and his eyes fall to the gentle curve of her stomach before returning to her face, his lips creasing into a soft smile. "But if you are craving meat, then by all means–have meat. We'll ensure you eat a salad later, I promise."
Percival takes her other hand, kissing her palm. "He's right, you know," he tells her, inclining his head toward Newt, who can't contain a sarcastic eye-roll. "If the baby wants grease, then give it grease. We're just glad to see you eating."
Tina pulls them into a hug, kissing each in turn before reaching for her glass of water. "You're both too good to me," she sighs and wipes her shiny eyes. Then: "You know, I think I'd actually rather have a cheeseburger. Yeah. With extra mayonnaise and pickles!"
Groaning, Percival puts his head in his hands as Newt bursts into laughter.
