I'm sorry for the delay but I've had a lot going on! :/ I don't know if I've finished the fic or if I should write another part? You'll see what I mean at the end, but do be sure to leave your thoughts!

Story set in: mid/late October to early November in 1940

Phoenix – 22nd June 1931 – 9 (going on 10)
Linnet – 13th January 1933 - 7 (nearly 8)
Leo – 3rd March 1935 – 5 (going on 6)

(Miracle baby not born yet – Tina's still in her early-stages of pregnancy!)

Tobias "Toby" – 15th October 1929 – 11
Daisy – 7th April 1931 – 9 (going on 10)
Abel and Ruth (twins) – 20th November 1933 – 6/7
Elijah "Eli" – 28th January 1939 – 1 (nearly 2)

I'm trash for both couples. Writing these fics has given me such immeasurable joy and seeing everyone's reactions to it too has given me so much happiness. Thank you

"Really, we can't thank you guys enough…"

Newt waved his hand, shaking his head as he finished cutting a hunk of meat and threw the pieces into a bucket. "Don't. It's nothing, honestly – you'd have done the same for us, I'm sure."

"Well, yeah, of course," Jacob agreed without hesitating. "Absolutely, but…I think you might have just saved our family here, Newt. Are you sure the kids don't mind sharing? 'Cause we could probably find a hotel or something, honest-"

"No, the children don't mind at all," Newt assured him, and he couldn't help but grin to himself. "Lin was actually rather excited at the prospect of seeing Daisy again – she's had her room prepared for the last few days now, making sure it's tidy and that there's enough space. I'm just sorry that we can't offer the children their own rooms."

Now Jacob was shaking his head. "Nah, don't worry about that – back home, Toby and Daisy had to share, and the twins were bunking in the same room as Eli. We were gonna need a new home soon anyways."

It was clear he was upset about it, however; his bakery – his beloved bakery that he had worked so hard for – had been in New York, and that was where the family had called home for over a decade. Newt hoped his father could pull some strings with the Ministry and guarantee the new bakery for Jacob, because Newt knew it would make things seem slightly better that way.

"Well," He muttered, lifting the bucket of raw meat. "Usually the children help me down here after tea, but I think they're currently occupied playing in the garden with your children – if you don't mind, I'd rather appreciate the help."

Jacob's face lit up noticeably as he took the bucket. "Oh, yeah, sure! This is for those Graphorn things, right?"

Newt nodded, smiling tightly. "Yes, well-remembered."

As his friend left the shed, a new spring in his step, the Magizoologist found himself sighing in thought; it wasn't fair that Jacob and Queenie had had to uproot their entire family, nor that all of the hard work put into the bakery was now for nought. Jacob had mentioned leaving the keys with Henry the shop-assistant, leaving him in charge, but it was uncertain as to how long that would last for – besides, no one could recreate Jacob's baking, no matter how skilled they may have been.

He knew that Jacob and Queenie were both incredibly grateful that he and Tina had offered them a place to stay indefinitely – they'd never complain even if they were dissatisfied – but all the same it felt incredibly wrong that they'd been forced into this.

Meanwhile, Tina and Queenie had made themselves comfortable in the kitchen so that they could talk – it had been the first time they'd seen each other in over a year and a half, and it felt so good to just be able to sit and really talk.

Queenie hummed as she sat down with her coffee, a wide smile on her face. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, Teenie…it's been far too long."

"Yeah," Tina agreed, pouring some tea for herself before moving to sit in the seat opposite. "I just wish it wasn't under these circumstances."

"I know," Her sister sighed, and her smile faded quickly. "I was actually thinking of visiting anyway, but now… Well, it don't matter anymore. How have you been, Teenie? You not drinking coffee?"

Tina shrugged, making herself comfortable as she came up with a reply – she didn't need to, however, as Queenie's mouth dropped open and her eyes shone.

"You're…You and Newt…? Oh, Tina, I'm so happy for you!" She grasped her sister's hand and squeezed tightly, looking absolutely thrilled. "You should've told me sooner!"

"We only just found out a few weeks ago," She explained, somewhat sheepishly. "We didn't want to go announcing it, you know? We wanted to make sure everything was going to be fine first."

It had been more worry on her part than Newt's, of course – he had wanted to announce it as soon as possible, ecstatic by the idea of another baby. Tina, on the other hand, had asked that they keep it to themselves for the time being: she'd been told that she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant again, that her womb had become 'inhospitable" thanks to a certain set of circumstances, and it seemed like a fair possibility that her 'inhospitable womb' wouldn't be able to carry a baby to full-term now. Perhaps it wasn't necessary to be so cautious, but she couldn't help it.

Queenie just nodded, however, clearly having read all of these thoughts from her mind. "It's gonna be okay, Teenie, don't worry – I'm sure everything'll be fine."

"Yes," Tina agreed quietly, forcing herself to smile. "Hopefully… I don't know if you're aware, but Newt's planning to help Jacob acquire a new bakery; apparently there's an available store in Beaminster, so he's written to his father to try and reserve it for the future."

"I heard Newt thinking something like that… Thank you," Queenie said quietly, and she looked as though she truly meant it. "Jacob won't admit it, but it killed him to leave the bakery – it was all he could think about on the way over. Don't get me wrong, he's glad that we're all safe and that's the most important thing – but he really is cut up about the bakery."

Tina looked down at the table, going pink in the cheeks. "You should be thanking Newt, not me – he's the one who came up with the idea. We just want you guys to try and feel at home…it's not New York," She admitted. "But it's really very nice over here."

"Yeah, it is…it's real pretty," Her sister agreed lightly, looking out of the kitchen window; they could see the silhouettes of their children playing together, blissful and unaware. "I think it'll be great for the kids, you know…they had to play in the street before, and there was never a lot of room – I know they love the open space already."

It was obvious that she missed America – that was all she knew, really, that was home for the Kowalski family. It was where their children had been born, where they'd married and lived together: England might have been nice, but it wasn't their home.

"No," Queenie sighed quietly, almost to herself. "It's not…at least, not yet."

A giggle and a bang sounded from down the corridor, and Newt couldn't help but grin to himself. "Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to put Linnet and Daisy in the same bedroom?"

Tina huffed, flipping a page in her book. "You think? We're moving them around tomorrow, no questions asked."

"Oh, they'll settle down eventually," He brushed off, shaking his head. "It's just because it's new and exciting, that's all. Give it a few days and they'll probably resent having to share a room."

Fuzzy jumped onto the bed, curling up next to Tina and letting out a disgruntled mewl; she smiled fondly at him, scratching him behind the ears. "I see you're not a fan of the new arrangements then."

The Kneazle purred in agreement, rubbing his head against her hand.

"I don't think we're going to have much luck moving them around, to be honest," Her husband mused. "They're quite happy the way they are – Leo especially, it would seem."

Tina snorted to herself. "Yes, because he's not sharing at all – he's got a bedroom all to himself."

Another loud thump sounded from down the hall followed by two loud squeals; Newt watched as his wife rolled her eyes, closing her book rather harshly and glowering at the wall.

"What are they doing?" She questioned, obviously annoyed. "It's nearly eleven in the evening!"

"Well…if I've been hearing things correctly, it sounds like Linnet is telling stories and Daisy is either amused by them or absolutely terrified. It could be either." He touched her shoulder. "Don't be so irritated, love: they're just overexcited at seeing each other again, that's all."

Tina sighed, reaching up to rub at her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry, it's just…I'm tired and worried, that's all. It's been difficult at work lately – Crawford is nowhere near as lenient as Theseus was."

She felt him freeze slightly at the mention of his brother – his brother who was still missing – and immediately felt guilty: it was a topic they tried their best to avoid, even months after the news.

"Sorry," Tina murmured, linking their fingers together and turning to him. "I…I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, honestly," He interrupted, though his voice was suddenly hoarse. "Let's just get some sleep – it's going to be a long day tomorrow, what with all of the children to deal with."

Tina bit her lip as he turned away from her; she knew he was hurting, and she understood that, but she just wished he would talk to her about it sometimes, if only to vent his feelings and not hold them in. She was his wife, for goodness sake – surely he could trust her?

They'll find Theseus soon, She told herself as she laid down, Fuzzy tucking himself underneath her arm, They'll have to at some point – and he'll be fine. He has to be.

The new bedroom felt strange – perhaps because it wasn't really theirs, not really.

"At least it's better than the boat," Jacob muttered.

Queenie smiled weakly – the boat hadn't been pleasant at all for any of them, but her husband had experienced seasickness halfway through the journey during a particularly rough afternoon. "Exactly. And it's a nice room…it's not gonna be forever," She reminded him. "Just until we've got a place of our own again."

They were silent for a few minutes, though it was clear that neither of them were any closer to sleeping, and it was only when Jacob rolled over in the bed as he sighed that she started to really hear his thoughts start to spill out.

I miss New York. It just ain't the same here… Poor Queenie, and the kids, being forced to move 'cause of me-

"Jacob, honey," Queenie murmured loudly. "I can hear you thinking, remember? And how many times have I gotta tell you to stop thinking like that? This ain't your fault at all, and if you keep thinking like that then I ain't gonna share this bed with you."

"I'm sorry," He apologized hurriedly. "It's just… You and the kids, you're all magic and I'm not. I know you said you don't care, and I get that, but I keep thinking that if I was then-"

"Then you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't love you," She proclaimed without hesitation; after a moment, her eyes grew softer and she reached to touch his cheek. "Jacob, please don't blame yourself. It hurts me when you do that."

He looked only somewhat taken aback by this. "Really?" I don't ever wanna hurt her…Jeez, what's wrong with me? "Okay. Alright."

She nestled into his side, and for a split second it felt like they were home again, back in New York and back in their own bed, just resting together as normal – but they weren't, and they were both only too aware of that.

They were finally drifting off to sleep ten minutes later when a loud cry sounded from down the hall; Queenie was out of bed in an instant, heading for the door. "It sounds like Eli – I'll get him before he wakes everyone else up."

Eli's crib had been set up in the smallest of the spare rooms in the house; it wasn't very large at all, but it was enough for now. He was standing on top of the blankets when Queenie entered, eyes scrunched up and tears dripping down his cheeks as he wailed.

"Poor baby," She whispered, lifting him up and cradling him to her chest. "I know…it's strange, ain't it? This new house and everything…it's not like home, is it?"

Eli sniffled, burying his face into the soft satin of her slip; his fingers scrunched at the fabric tightly, clearly seeking comfort. Queenie shushed him gently, rocking him in her arms and smoothing down his dark hair in an attempt to coax him into sleep again – the last thing she wanted was for him to wake up the other children or her sister and Newt.

"Come on, baby, time to sleep," She murmured, and she started to lower him back into the crib – when he realized, however, he cried out for her again. "No, Mama's here, see? Mama's still here…"

"Sleep Mama," He babbled, clutching to her desperately. "Sleep w' Papa."

Queenie swayed on the spot with him, rubbing soothing circles onto his back; Eli's thoughts were all over the place, she realized, for he was scared of being in this new house, scared he didn't know anything, and he wanted to sleep with his parents because they were safe – they were home. Her heart ached for him involuntarily.

"Alright, honey," She agreed softly, turning for the door. "Just for tonight, just until you're used to it."

Jacob seemed slightly surprised when she re-entered their room with the toddler in her arms but didn't question it; Eli scrambled on the bedspread when she put him down, immediately pushing himself against his father's side and resting his head on his stomach.

"Just for tonight," Queenie murmured, getting back into bed; she laid her hand on Eli's back comfortingly. "He's sleeping in his own bed tomorrow."

Jacob didn't mind – he didn't need to say it, of course, because she knew just listening to his thoughts. "Okay, sure. Night, Eli."

"Nigh' Papa," Eli yawned, snuggling up to his father.

The toddler was asleep within a minute, his breaths becoming even, and Queenie couldn't help but sigh as she looked over him at her husband. "He misses home too – it just ain't the same."

"No," Jacob agreed quietly. "But we're safe here, right?" I'd rather they were safe; Queenie, the kids…so long as they're safe, nothing else matters.

"Yes," She found herself saying softly. "That's all that matters now."

An owl arrived at breakfast the next morning shortly after the children had eaten and retreated outside to play; Newt looked positively thrilled when he recognized it as one that belonged to his father, hurriedly pulling the letter from its leg and wincing when it hooted in indignation. "I'm sorry, Dante, I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"Dante?" Jacob repeated, looking somewhat dumbfounded.

Tina rolled her eyes affectionately. "You can see where Newt gets his awful naming skills from."

Newt had quickly torn open the letter by this point and was scanning it eagerly. "Let me see…spoken to the Prewett family… Yes!" His face lit up, and he looked at the others sitting around the table. "No one's bought the Prewett's sweet shop yet – Father's asked them to keep it reserved for us until further notice."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Queenie exclaimed, beaming at him. "Newt, that's so thoughtful, honey – thank you!"

Jacob looked positively stunned. "You…You got me a sweet shop?"

"It's a sweet shop at the moment," Newt agreed, folding the letter and putting it in his waistcoat pocket. "But you could easily turn it into a new bakery. There's a number of wizards living in Beaminster, so I'm sure they'd appreciate getting to try some of your creature pastries. Really, it's the least I could do."

There was a long silence that lingered in the air for a moment, punctuated only by the sounds of the children outside playing. Finally, Jacob sat back in his seat and looked at his friend with eyes that seemed to shine with tears. "Newt, buddy, you…you have no idea how much that means to me."

"Oh, well it's…it's nothing really," Newt dismissed, and his face seemed to go red. "Like I said, you're my friend – our friend," He amended, casting a look at Tina as she nodded. "And you're family. We're both more than happy to help in whatever way we can."

Jacob still looked close to tears even as he nodded and tucked back into breakfast; Queenie sent her sister and brother-in-law a radiant smile. "We really appreciate it – thank you."

All of the children had been positively thrilled when Newt asked for them to help him down in the case; his own children ran inside to go down there immediately, faces lit up and eager – the Kowalski children, however, had looked somewhat more unsure.

"Is it…safe?" Ruth asked, taking Abel's hand and squeezing it.

Toby was the first to step forwards, giving his younger sister a smile. "'Course it is – Uncle Newt's creatures are great, you'll see!"

With that, the elder four (Eli did not go with them for it was his naptime, Queenie said – Newt suspected she was just slightly nervous about her children going down to visit these creatures) clambered down the steps of the case and into the shed; they all looked amazed when their uncle opened the door and they saw the number of magical creatures before them, impressed and awed. They followed behind him eagerly, listening to every word he spoke about the proper care of these creatures – even Ruth, who usually tended to dominate a conversation, was silent as she intently listened to everything he said.

"Daisy!" Linnet called when the Kowalski children had caught up, and she waved her hand to catch her cousin's attention. "Come and meet Dougal!"

Daisy was positively amazed when a new creature materialised beside Linnet, peering at the new guests of the case in interest, and she stopped a few metres away to watch him. "He's beautiful – what kind of beast is he?"

"He's a Demiguise," Linnet informed her, fondly beaming at Dougal as she stroked his fur. "He can see the future, you know – he doesn't tell me what he sees, though; he keeps that a secret… But he's really good at hide-and-seek: I can never find him!"

Meanwhile, Leo had begun chattering excitedly to Ruth and Abel near the Bowtruckle tree; one of the tiny twig-like creatures perched on his shoulder beside his ear, much to their amazement. "This is Finn, but we also have Titus, Poppy, Marlow and Tom…oh, and Pickett! Pickett is Daddy's favourite-"

"I don't have favourites," Newt disagreed, though he was grinning to himself as he patted his pocket. "Pickett just has attachment issues, that's all; it has nothing to do with me."

"Can I hold one?" Abel asked quietly, much to everyone's surprise – he usually kept silent, never speaking unless necessary. "Please?"

Newt nodded hurriedly. "Of course, of course…here," He murmured, and he reached to gently pull one of the Bowtruckles from the tree. "This one is Tom – he's relatively quiet and doesn't chatter as much as the others…much like yourself, I suppose."

Abel smiled shyly, watching with glee as Tom crawled into his cupped hands. "Hi, Tom."

Watching from his perch on Leo's shoulder, Finn gave a tiny shriek; his human shushed him affectionately. "Not now – I'll give you a bug to eat in a minute." The Bowtruckle seemed to fold its arms, sulking petulantly.

Meanwhile, it hadn't escaped Newt's notice that Toby had held back somewhat, choosing to watch his siblings from near the shed; once he was certain that the others were occupied, Newt walked up the path and sent his nephew a fond smile.

"Are you alright up here, Toby?"

Toby shrugged. "I guess. I just…I dunno. Phoenix said something about the Niffler, and I would have gone with him but…"

"But?" Newt prompted gently.

"Well…" The boy bit his lip, avoiding his uncle's gaze. "I wanted to make sure they were okay, you know? Daisy and Ruth both cried once we left New York, and Abel just looks…sad." He sighed, looking out at the different habitats in the case. "I wanna go and see all your creatures, Uncle Newt, I do, but…but I'm not good with animals or anything. Daisy and I once found a stray-cat near our apartment, and it really liked her but hissed when I came near."

The Magizoologist just shook his head, unable to keep himself from grinning knowingly. "Ah, well, I think you'll find our creatures to be a bit different to stray-cats, Toby – and they already like you very much, as it happens."

"They…They do?" Toby frowned, extremely confused. "How?"

"It's not your first time down here, you know," Newt reminded him, and he beckoned for him to follow; he waited until his nephew had fallen into step beside him before continuing. "Your Auntie Tina and I had to look after you more than a few times when you were a baby – and we used to bring you down here when you couldn't sleep."

"You did?"

Newt laughed at his shocked expression. "Of course – Dougal was always trying to mother you when we brought you down, you know, and even the Niffler let you cuddle him a few times. That surprised us quite a bit, to be honest."

"Yeah…I guess so," Toby agreed slowly, and his lips started to turn up. "Nifflers don't stay still for long, do they? Pa told us that your Niffler got loose in a bank once, and that was how he met you and Auntie Tina – he tells us that story to help us sleep sometimes."

He could just picture it: Jacob telling the children animatedly about how that fateful day at the bank, about how he had discovered magic by accident, how he had met not only Newt but also Tina and Queenie too. That day really had become very significant, even if none of them had realized it at the time.

Newt chuckled softly to himself. "Yes, it's quite a story, isn't it?…I dare say someone could even write a book about it one day."

It took a few weeks to officially secure the bakery; it wasn't going to be given away for nothing, of course, and so the Prewetts had asked for a relatively moderate sum of money in return. Not familiar with British Wizarding Currency, both Jacob and Queenie had been unsure as to how much it would be – but Newt had shaken his head at them, insisting that he'd pay for it.

"Newt, honey, you don't need to-"

"We've got money, you know, there's no need-"

Newt had raised his hand, looking between them seriously. "No, no…it'd be my pleasure to buy the shop for you. After all, I technically helped you secure the loan for the previous one – it seems fitting I help you acquire another one, really."

The embraces he had received at this nearly winded him and left him red in the face – but he had grinned and found himself lightly returning their hugs anyway, pleased that he'd made them both so happy.

"Wow, Scamander…you look shattered!"

Tina huffed, all but flopping into her seat at her desk. "You'd be too if you had eight children living under one roof, Malkin."

Malkin, a rookie and her current desk-partner, let out a low whistle. "Eight? Blimey, that happened quick…Last month it was three with one on the way, and now it's eight. Got more than you bargained for then?"

"Five of them are my sister's," She muttered dryly. "I don't know how she and her husband manage it…five…and Newt and I thought it was hard enough with three…"

"Ah. Well, it won't be too much longer until they move out I suppose," He mused, sitting back in his chair. "Then you'll have the house to yourself, right?"

Tina gnawed her lip. "I suppose so."

While she was getting exhausted by the sheer number of children running around the house at any one time (she'd already had to mend several plates in the kitchen and, on one occasion, had to heal a nasty scrape on Leo's leg when he'd been accidentally shoved), she didn't particularly want her sister's family to move out. Sure, they'd probably live nearby but it had felt so right to be living in such proximity with her sister again (even if it had warranted a number of Silencing spells being cast at night just in case).

Malkin seemed to know what she was thinking about and smirked. "Must be hard to get amorous with your sister and her husband in the house."

"Shut up," She snapped, well-aware she was bright red. "That's not what I was thinking at all."

"Of course not, Scamander, if you say so."

Tina debated briefly hexing him, and her hand twitched for her wand, but then decided it wasn't really worth it; instead she settled for shooting him a glare before turning back to her work. She hated to admit it, but he did have a point – it was hard to have any intimacy when she and Newt were all too aware of Jacob and Queenie sleeping in the next room, and that they not only had their children in the house but nieces and nephews too.

Malkin cleared his throat, interrupting her thoughts. "So, when are you going on leave then?"

"April," She muttered, not even looking up at him.

"April?!" Malkin repeated, looking genuinely surprised by this. "Merlin, that's a bit late, isn't it?"

Tina rolled her eyes. "No – I'm not due until May and, in case you didn't realize, I'm more than capable of working behind this desk while I'm pregnant."

"Alright, alright… Jeez, someone's stressed out."

Damn right, She thought to herself, feeling rather annoyed, You'd be too if you were me.

She knew she'd have to bring up the subject soon, however, because this arrangement couldn't continue forever; Phoenix and Linnet had been rather gracious about sharing thus far, but they'd want their own rooms back before too long. To add, things were extremely cramped as it was – let alone with the new baby due to arrive in the following May.

As much as Tina loved the closeness of being with Queenie again, it was undeniable that they needed a new home.

"We've been looking at a few places, and…well, we're just looking for something we can afford, you know?"

"Afford?" Newt questioned, and both he and Tina looked somewhat surprised by Jacob's statement. "Jacob, you know that we'll assist in any way we can – if it's money that you need-"

"No offence, buddy," Jacob interrupted, looking truly apologetic. "But you've both done a lot for us already – it ain't fair. Besides, this is gonna be our home: we should be the ones paying for it."

"Well, you can stay here until you can afford something," Tina suggested, looking between her sister and brother-in-law anxiously. "We're not about to kick you out or anything… And Newt and I, we really don't mind you all staying for as long as you need."

Newt nodded in agreement, but Queenie was already shaking her head. "We've already been here a month – and I know you've been thinking there's too many of us here, Teen, that it's too cramped."

Tina went bright red when Newt looked at her in surprise. "That's…I didn't mean it like that, Queenie…I just meant…"

"I know, I know," She agreed softly. "But you're right; it ain't fair that your kids are having to share their rooms for so long, especially now you've got another one on the way."

"Besides, we…" Jacob hesitated, looking to his wife for confirmation; she nodded at him to continue. "We been thinking that we…you know…might like more kids someday. Maybe. We'd need a proper house for that."

Newt was silent, clearly thinking to himself; Tina bit her lip and looked down at the table. "I…I might have an idea. It's probably not a good one, but…"

Queenie's mouth fell open in surprise. "Teenie…you should have told us!"

Newt and Jacob both looked confused by this, but Tina's cheeks were burning red. "I still don't appreciate you reading my mind, Queenie…"

"What? What's going on?"

Queenie looked between her sister and her husband, still shocked. "Teen knew there was a house for sale around here – and she didn't say anything!"

"There's a house for sale nearby?" Newt questioned, looking at his wife in surprise. "Which one?"

She was still pink-cheeked as she ducked her head. "It's the Macmillans' house – their kids have all moved out and they want a smaller place to retire in."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Queenie asked again, raising her eyebrows at her sister.

"I didn't know if you'd want it," Tina defended, clearly embarrassed. "I thought you guys would want to be closer to the bakery in Beaminster, you know? And it's still kinda close to us, and I didn't know if you'd be comfortable with that-"

"You guys are family," Jacob stated earnestly. "You, Newt, the kids – 'course we wouldn't mind that!"

"And there are ways they can get to the bakery in Beaminster," Newt agreed, nodding his head. "Apparition, Floo Powder… I'm sure the Ministry won't mind setting up the connection, if we persuade them."

Queenie was tapping her fingers on the wood of the table, looking at her sister intently as she skimmed through her thoughts. "It's seven rooms," She murmured slowly. "An old house…How far away is it, Teen?"

"Well, I saw it and spoke to them when I was walking some of the way home from work last week," Tina explained. "It's down the path, probably about ten or fifteen minutes away."

Both Jacob and Queenie looked pleased by this, their faces lighting up; Newt smiled crookedly to himself. "How much do you think it'll cost, Tina?"

"I can't know for sure," She confessed. "But it does need some work, so that might reduce the price a bit. I know that's probably not what you want to hear, that the house needs some repairs, but they're relatively minor from what I've heard – a few damp spots here and there, an occasional crack in the wall, and a few windows need replacing…"

"That's fine," Jacob assured her, clearly excited all of a sudden. "We can fix that up no problem, right, Queenie?"

She paused for a moment, clearly reading Tina's thoughts to see for herself – but then she beamed radiantly. "That's nothing!" She stated eagerly. "Oh, it could be perfect once we've done some work on it, Jacob – and the kids, they could have some space to run around: real space, a real garden…"

"And you'd all be welcome to visit whenever you want," Newt added with a grin. "I'm sure the children would be thrilled at living so nearby to each other – they could play as often as they like."

Tina looked at her sister and suddenly felt her heart lift – if it did happen, then they'd be able to see each other whenever they wanted. It wouldn't be the same as living in an apartment together, of course, but it didn't have to be: they could sit and talk whenever they wished, their families sharing holidays and meals just like the two of them had done for years.

Queenie's eyes were teary as she looked back at her sister with a large smile. "Yes," She agreed quietly. "I want that too, Teen – it would be perfect."

I don't know if I should do a part about them moving in or…? (Yes, they're going to get the house) Or maybe I should start writing about the difficult miracle!baby pregnancy? (yes, that'll be multi-chaptered too)

I was so stuck on the last section so I apologize for the delay. On the plus side, I'm going to be pretty un-busy this weekend so…perhaps I'll get something else written! :D

Hope you enjoyed!