Chapter 20

"Tina! Don't you dare." Queenie rushed up the stairs.

Tina froze for a moment, then hustled as fast as her pregnant body could haul her down the hall. She slammed the bathroom door closed and threw the lock before Queenie got there.

Queenie twisted the knob, knocking frantically. "Open this door!"

"I just want to pee in peace!" Tina smiled, relishing her aloneness.

She didn't remember much of their escape from Australia, the mid-wife and Creedence helping them. They jumped from portkey to portkey over half the world. The pain in her belly intensified with each stop. Returning to Newt's house seemed like a dream, visions of him caring for her swimming in her mind. By the time the delirium passed, her body was well on the way to healing. Now, after being bedridden for over two weeks and constantly fussed over, Tina desperately needed to get back to herself.

She jumped out of her thoughts as the lock clicked open. She managed to pull up her panties and fix her nightgown before the door swung open.

"You've got a key?" Tina asked as she washed her hands.

Queenie ignored the question. "What if you'd slipped on these tiles? Or started bleeding again?"

Tina rolled her eyes. "I'm fine! Dumbledore's healer just yesterday told me I could get out of bed and do light activity. You've got to let go some. Where'd you get a key?"

Queenie huffed. "I'm going to make breakfast." She turned down the hall.

Sticking her head out the doorway, Tina caught sight of Queenie handing the key back to Newt before she walked down the stairs. Newt glanced at her before sheepishly looking at the key in his hand.

"I'm better now," Tina said weakly, not wanting to argue.

Newt gave her a small smile as he took her hand and led her back to the study. "She's just worried. The Ministry had her contained during the worst of your illness. She fretted for you incredibly."

"I know. Oh!" She clutched at her swollen abdomen as she sat on the bed.

Newt crouched down beside her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Baby's kicking me." She grabbed his hand and laid it on her belly.

Newt laughed. "I felt it!" Then his face grew serious. "Tina? I love you and I love this baby we've created." His eyes touched hers then fell away as he pulled a chain out from under his shirt.

A sparkle captured her attention. Her breath caught in her throat.

Newt shifted his position, resting on one knee before her. He held a beautiful silver sapphire ring up to her. "You made me a promise some time ago."

Tina giggled, caught off-guard despite her previous promise.

"Porpentina Goldstein, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'

"Yes!" She giggled again as he slipped the ring on her finger. "I did promise, after all." She kissed him with all her pent-up passion.

With Tina's due date fast approaching, they all helped put together the best wedding possible. Dumbledore officiated in the rose garden at Hogwarts. Jacob baked the wedding cake, three layer of chocolate cake with pink and blue buttercream frosting. Queenie found a beautiful beaded, off-white wedding dress that she slaved stitching day and night to make it fit over Tina's pregnant abdomen. Newt wore a black suit with tails and a white bow tie. Theseus stood by his side as his best man.

After a lovely ceremony and a joyous reception, Dumbledore led them up into the tower of guest rooms at Hogwarts. When Newt had tried to argue, Dumbledore insisted they couldn't spend their wedding night in his crowded study surrounded by their family. Newt closed his mouth after that.

"You don't have to worry about being disturbed. We've got no other guests staying with us right now," Dumbledore reported as he showed them the luxurious bedroom. "The washroom is right through there."

"Oh, my! This bathtub is the size of a small swimming pool!" Tina exclaimed.

"Big enough for two," Dumbledore chuckled. "Congratulations, both of you." He pecked Tina on the cheek and shook Newt's hand, then closed the door as he left.

Newt's eyes darted around the room, his fingers fidgeting with the buttons of his suit.

Tina recognized his nervousness. "I can't resist that bathtub. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" She pointed at the terry cloth robe hanging next to the bathroom door.

His cheeks turned red.

She ran the water, adding a generous amount of bubble bath. She stripped out of her wedding dress, laying it carefully on the dressing chair. Then she slipped into the tub, savoring the feel as the warm water enveloped her body, soothing her aching muscles.

It took about ten minutes before Newt tentatively stepped into the bathroom wearing the robe. He stared at her, the twinkle in his eye warring with the blush on his face.

She gave him an inviting smile, not wanting to scare him away.

After a minute of indecision, he discarded the robe and climbed into the tub with her. "Oh, this is lovely." He closed his eyes, relaxing into the water.

Tina slowly glided her foot up the outside of his leg.

He pulled her foot towards him. "Your feet are swollen."

"Every part of me is swollen." She moaned as his fingers started massaging her foot. When he finished with the other foot, she leaned forward as far as her pregnant belly would allow. "Kiss me."

He met her in the middle of the tub, his lips pressing into hers. Their mouths moved together, nipping and sucking, tongues dancing. Her body grew hot despite the cooling water, throbbing starting in her core. She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his hardened length.

He jumped slightly, breaking the kiss.

She let go of him, and slipped out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around her body. "Come with me," she whispered to him, then strolled back into the bedroom.

As she sat on the bed, she watched him scramble out of the tub and wrap another towel around his waist. Seeing him that way, naked but for the towel, dripping wet, his lips swollen from her kisses, intensified that throbbing between her legs. She almost panted with want for him.

She tried to rein in her lust, afraid to scare him. But thinking back to all those months in seclusion, lust attacking her more than she'd ever felt before. She'd had dreams of nights filled with wild sex with him. During the days, when those feelings overwhelmed her, she'd fantasized he was touching her when it really was her own hand.

It all confused her. She'd asked one of the mid-wives Grindelwald has brought in to care for her about it once. The kind, older woman had explained it was caused by the pregnancy hormones that flooded her body, that it was natural and happened to many women. Tina had never heard of such a thing, but then again, it wasn't something proper people spoke about it.

Newt sat down next to her, snapping her back into reality. He pushed back her long hair and kissed her neck. The feeling of his mouth sucking her sensitive skin, just over her pounding pulse, sent fire through her body.

She grabbed the towel and ripped it off, desperate to have him. "Newt, I need you. Right now," she ground out through clenched teeth.

He shook his head. "I don't want to hurt the baby. I can't be on you. But I can pleasure you in other ways."

"No. Not good enough." She got up on her knees and undid the towel around his waist. "Most men don't know this, but sometimes pregnant women become overwhelmed with want. Almost like…" She paused, stumbling to find the right words. "Almost like we're in heat."

His eyes widened, jaw dropping. Yes, as a magizoologist, he would understand what that meant. He swallowed, then nodded. "Right then." His voice was hoarse.

Tina went down on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and looked back at him. "Take me like this. You won't hurt the baby."

She bit her lip, waiting, afraid she'd pushed him too far with this. But then a hesitant hand traced its way up her back, causing her to shiver. Another hand lightly touched her hip. She almost cried out for want of him, but she bit her lip.

"Just figuring out the angles," he remarked, as if reading her mind.

Then she felt him at her entrance, but he hesitated. "Yes," she breathed out.

Encouraged, he pushed inside her.

With the difference of the angle in this position, it amazed her how much more it stimulated her. She moaned out his name.

He started at a slow pace, but it wasn't enough for her. She forced him to pick up speed by shoving her hips back against him. He complied, the hand on her back going to her other hip in order to steady himself as he moved.

It didn't take long; she knew it wouldn't because of how ready she'd been for him. She felt the pressure building inside her, the wonderful prelude to release. Her internal muscles spasmed as she orgasmed. She threw back her head, screaming out his name.

As she enjoyed the aftershocks, his movements became jerky and she felt him achieve his own release. He kissed her back before pulling out. Then he guided her body gently down to the bed, making sure her head comfortable rested on the pillow. He spooned up against her back, pulling the covers over them. He lightly kissed her shoulder.

"What a wonderful wedding day," Tina murmured.

Newt smiled against her skin.

A/N- I know some of you are probably skeptical about some women experiencing a vast increase in libido during pregnancy. I was skeptical when I was young and single. I was even more skeptical when I was pregnant with my son. I barely wanted to be touched, and my poor husband was on his own for the second half of my pregnancy. But, oh boy, did it hit me so hard when I was pregnant with my twins! I felt like I was possessed by the ghost of a 17-year-old boy. It was probably from the double dose of hormones but I could not get sex out of my head. So don't doubt poor Tina lusting over her Newt despite being 9 months pregnant!