"You are very endearing when you're half asleep."

The smile on his new wife's face was absolutely beatific, her head turned sideways to look at him. They sat naked on their bed, looking at the full moon through their bedroom window. A lovely white gown lay crumpled where it had fallen near the doorway, along with the pieces of his own dark-blue suit. She sat between his legs, her back against his chest, and his arms were wrapped securely around her.

He had to smile at her response to his words. Kissing her shoulder, he said, "Well, asleep or awake, I meant it. You truly have made me so happy. More happy than I ever thought I could be."

She kissed his nose and said, "The feeling is mutual, believe me…today really was perfect, wasn't it?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Scamander," said Newt, a huge grin spreading across his face as he called her by her new name. Tina returned his smile and they kissed. Then they turned their heads to the window again to watch the moon, pressing their cheeks together.

Both happily remembered the day, the simplicity and beauty of the simple ceremony on the beach close to Newt's (now their) cottage in Dorset. The Ministry judge officiating the ceremony, a beaming and pregnant Queenie, a proud and pleased Jacob, and Newt's overjoyed mother were their only witnesses. Afterwards, they'd all eaten a good meal with even better conversation and toasts. Queenie insisted that the newlyweds share a dance (which they didn't mind doing at all) before they were left alone to consummate the marriage (which they wasted no time getting to and thoroughly enjoying).

Eventually, Newt broke the silence and said, "That's why I don't want to fall asleep, you know. I don't want this day to end."

"Mmm," Tina moaned, entwining the fingers of their left hands. The rings on their fingers gleamed in the moonlight. "I understand the sentiment. But we married so that we could spend our lives together completely. If this day never ended, then the rest of our lives would never begin."

"That is very true," said Newt. He kissed her cheek and then guided them both to lay down facing each other. Keeping his arms around her, he said, "A wonderful life."

Stroking his cheek, Tina said, "Full of creatures and chaos, no doubt."

"Oh, yes. Stubborness and sweetness, as well."

"I like this game," said Tina, pushing him so that she had crawled atop him. "Early morning tea and late night cocoa."

"Book signings and midnight raids." His hands slid up her bare back.

"Great talks and even better actions," she said, brushing his chest with hers suggestively.

"And the best of all," murmured Newt, meeting her eyes. "Husband and wife."

"Always," Tina breathed before kissing him breathless.