Y/n's POV

I woke up in my bed, my alarm clock buzzing. Groaning, I look at the time. 6:12 AM.

'Screw this, I'm calling in.' I grab my phone and dial my boss.

"Hello?" Justin answers.

"Hi, Justin. Just wanted to let you know I won't be able to come to work today. A friend came to me late last night and I've got to help them get settled down." I reply.

"Okay, thank you calling in. Take as much time as you need." Justin says.

"Thanks so much, Justin." I say, hanging up. I sigh and lay back down. Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to a crashing sound.

"No no no no no." I mutter as I quickly climb out of my bed. I rush into my living room and find Newt hanging from the ceiling fan, the Niffler in one hand. "What the...Newt!" The man turns at my voice and smiles sheepishly.

"Oh, hi, Y/n." Newt looks at his position. "Um..."

"Do you need some help?" I ask, arms crossed in amusement.

"That would be much appreciated." I say, smiling slightly, and take the Niffler out of Newt's hand. Newt drops down next to me, rubbing his arm and looking down. "Um...could I..."

"Here." I say, holding out the Niffler. Newt takes the creature and looks at me. Suddenly, his stomach rumbles. "Hungry?" I ask, stifling a laugh.

"Yes." Comes the short reply.

"I'll go make some breakfast. It'll only be a minute." I go into the kitchen and start making chocolate-chip pancakes. After about 5 minutes, I grab the two plates and go back into the living room.

"Newt, breakfast's done." I look around. No Scamander. "Newt?" I spot the case on the floor, lid open. I take a breath before stepping inside. I carefully balance the plates as I climb down the ladder, going slow.

'It's just like in the movie.' I think, looking around the shed. I see the door open and walk out.

"Newt?" I call, looking around. Something chirps off to my right and I see Pickett motioning at me. "Could you show me where he is?" I ask. The little Bowtruckle nods and climbs up my arm to sit on my shoulder. He points forward and I start walking. As I walk, I couldn't help but stare at the creatures around me.

'This is amazing!' I finally spot Newt, who was feeding a baby Occamy.

"Newt." I say. Newt jumps slightly, looking up.

"Oh, Y/n. Perfect timing." He says. He takes the plates, sets them down, and grabs my hand, pulling him after me. We stop at a moon-lit enclosure. I look up and see a full moon in the sky.

'How does he do it?' I wonder.

"Here they come." Newt says. I look over to see a small herd of Mooncalves bouncing out of their burrows.

"Oh my gosh, they're so cute!" I squeal. I kneel down as one nears me, its bulging eyes looking up at me in curiosity. "Hi." The Mooncalf chirps at me before joining its herd, which had surrounded Newt as he fed them. I smile as I watched him feed the Mooncalves, muttering to them with a smile. He looks up and our eyes meet. I look away with a blush, pretending to not have been staring. I hear his quiet laugh and stick my tongue out at him.

After Newt had feed all the creatures, we went back up to my apartment. Newt examines the pancakes curiously.

"What are these little brown things?" He asks.

"Those are chocolate chips." I say. Newt looks up at me in confusion. "You don't know what chocolate chips are?"

"No." Newt replies quietly, looking away.

"Well, try them. They're really good." I smile encouragingly. Moments later, Newt had downed all his pancakes and was reaching for more.

"Woah woah woah, mister. Slow down. If you keep eating like this, you won't be able to fit in your new clothes." Newt looks at me.

"New clothes?" I smile.

"We're going shopping."

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"Mmmm...no." I say. Newt groans before returning to the changing room. We had been shopping for about an hour now and I was pretty sure Newt had tried on about 20 different outfits. I was probably on his last nerve right now, but nothing he had tried on so far I had liked.

"What about this?" I smile as Newt reappears once more. He wore blue collared shirt and a white fleece vest, with jeans and brown dress shoes.

"It's perfect."

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After a few more stops, we headed home. I was telling Newt about the Fantastic Beasts movies as we entered the apartment. Rex greets us, a black furry creature on his back. I laugh as the Niffler hangs onto Rex's collar as the dog runs off.

"Well, you weren't missed." I laugh. Newt smiles. "So, Mr. Scamander, what's your favorite meal?" I ask as I drop my things into my room.

"My mum used to make the best Shepherd's pie." Newt answers.

"Well, then, Shepherd's pie it is." Even with Newt helping me, the pie still took a while to make. Finally, we were able to sit down and enjoy.

"I have to say, it's not as bad as I thought it would be." I comment.

"It's one of the best I've tasted." Newt compliments. "You really have never made this before?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die. I'm an American through and through." I reply.

"Compliments to the chef." Newt smiles, raising a glass to me.

"Chefs." I correct, raising my glass. Newt smiles, sending a warm, fuzzy feeling throughout my body. I felt as if I could stay this way forever.