I'm back with some more Newtina. A little one-shot that came outta nowhere!

Sadly, I don't own any of them.

'What's wrong?' Tina asks as he keeps twisting his fingers, the telltale sign of his extreme nervousness.

'Nothing, I'm fine. Everything's fine,' he replies back, not meeting her eyes and she is sure that something is definitely wrong. He has that distracted look on his face; maybe she could ask him again later, she thinks as she serves him carefully made soup.

He takes takes a spoonful, before vigorously digging in, almost as if hungry since a long while. She wonders if he has eaten anything the whole day. The speed at which the bowl empties screams that he has been without anything edible for quite some time now.

He doesn't say anything to break the silence and she wonders if the soup was any good. Eventually, she feels her patience run out and she ends up asking him how the soup tasted.

'it was very nice, Tina. And I was famished, it seems,' he nods towards the empty bowl sheepishly.

'So, I cook for you for the first time Mr. Scamander and all you can say is "it was nice"?' Tina looks at him with stern eyes.

Newt looks up at her words, staring back with bewildered eyes as the nervousness flares up a thousand times more alongwith a rush of confidence.

'Will you give me the honour of making you Mrs. Newt Scamander?' he blurts out before he could chicken out of it.

He expects her to be quite shocked, maybe throw a spoon at him for popping the question this early in their relation. What he doesn't expect though, is her soft body that hits him with full force, almost knocking them out of the chair. His arms wrap around her automatically, to steady her and effectively trap her against his body as she presses her lips against him in a kiss that is sure to draw blood. He doesn't pull back, instead tangles his fingers in her hair to draw her closer. She pulls back after a minute, keeping her arms locked around his neck as she presses her face on his shoulder, and smiles. His heart hammers loudly at her smile and her impending answer. If the kiss was anything to go by then her answer is positive, he thinks.

She inhales him in, all wood and cinnamon with just a hint of oranges, the intoxicating scent instantly making her heady. Home, he smells like home, she thinks as she leans down again to press a kiss against his jaw. He nervously chuckles at her move, hands trembling on her back as she trails her lips along his cheekbones. She can feel his nervousness brimming right under his skin, as he waits for her answer just as sure as her heart beat wildly in her chest.

'It will be worth it, eventually. And I promise to never, ever carry you around in a suitcase,' he babbles on when she doesn't reply, his nervousness getting hold of him in full force.

Unable to wait, he asks,'Should I take that as a yes?'

'Yes, but on one condition,' she grins widely at him, as she enjoys watching him squirm under her.

'Yes to whatever it is,' Newt hurriedly says with a nod.

'Don't you want to hear it?' she tilts her head to look at him while her fingers lightly tug on his hair.

'Yes. Tell me,' his words are strained as she leans down to place a kiss on his neck.

'Pickett gets to be the ring bearer at our wedding,' Tina says, dropping a light kiss on his cheekbone and pulling back to check his reaction.

The most breathtaking smile stretches on his lips at her words and he tightens his arms around her, pulling her against himself and leaning down to whisper against her lips,'That reminds me, I love you.'

Tina is too dumbstruck at his sudden bold moves to reply so when he presses his lips against hers, all she can do is hold on tight as they move with precision, lighting up the fire in her in a way only Newt can.