August comes round again, and it's been a year since Newt returned to her.
Tina watches him feed and change Corvin's diapers expertly, and reflects on the path that took them here. Newt doesn't notice her, wholly intent on the babe in his arms, and she doesn't make a sound when she walks away.
She removes her shift and climbs into bed, sinfully naked and luxuriating in it. There are thin silver scars marring the skin of her hips and stomach, evidence of the way she'd stretched to accommodate her child. Her breasts are round and full of milk, the nipples still unusually dark, and they ache if she doesn't nurse regularly.
Newt has taught her a clever spell that draws out her milk and places it in stasis, and they use it so Newt can take nighttime feeding duty. This night, she used the spell twice, and his gaze was speculative when she sets the glass bottles aside.
Tina waits for her man to come to bed so she can know him again, for the first time since giving birth. Eventually, Newt strolls into the room and sheds his pajamas to climb beneath the covers after one look at her.
She's nervous about the changes to her body but the enthusiasm in his mouth, hands, and fingers reassure her. She is diligent in casting a contraceptive charm before he enters her, and they discover to their delight that her physical changes aren't an impediment; if anything, Tina knows better how to move to pleasure herself, which ultimately pleases him.
Afterward, they lay pressed together and talk as lovers do, reacquainting themselves with their minds and hearts as well as their bodies.
Tina wakes up alone, discovering Newt's spot has long since gone cold. She finds him in their son's room, rocking gently as he cradles the baby. There are diapers washing in the corner, and Corvin's eyes are fixed on his father as he feeds, his gaze adoring. Newt's smile is the same when he looks at her, and he ducks his head shyly when she grins back.
Tina folds her arms and leans against the door frame. The sun is shining, turning Newt's hair into molten copper. Their son has her hair but his father's eyes and his father adores him and the woman who labored to bring him into the world in equal measure.
Watching them, Tina is happy in a way she never thought possible.
In the morning light, with her family before her and their future bright, Tina knows a moment of perfect peace.
Author's note: You can find me on Tumblr (username: katiehavok) if that's your thing. I would recommend seeking me out there—it's the best place to find me if you wish to keep track of my works, and I always accept prompts and requests for Newt/Tina and Newt/Queenie. Thanks, as always, to Kemara for beta-reading and general encouragements.