I'll be honest, I'm not very good at naming chapters- but here's this adorable little thing I wrote the other day.

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Newt loved his son like no other. But even he wouldn't lie, the small child could sometimes be a bit... Odd. However, the little one was no different than his father.

The two were spending some time outside, although the 5-year-old was tired and ready for his mid-day nap. However, they weren't that close to home, and it wouldn't be the first time Elliot would have taken his nap outside with his father. They were having a sort of picnic with snacks, drinks, and of course, creatures! Newt had one of his bowtruckles, Pickett, in his shirt pocket, while Elliot had his Kneazle. When Ell told his father he was a boy, he had found a Kneazle pup and gave it to his child. It didn't take long for the Kneazle to adjust and became best friends with the child. Elliot had named him after one of his father's other creatures, Dougal the Demiguise.

Whenever Elliot got tired, he always got very, very, snuggly. He was currently laying down against his father, who was laying with him, trying to coax him to sleep. He was humming softly, slowly rubbing circles and hearts, into the little's back. Despite that, the child refused to fall asleep. He yawned softly and shifted, trying to further cuddle into his dad. After doing this, he looked up at the adult's face and giggled softly.

"What's so funny bug?" Newt smiled softly, opening his eyes as he spoke.

"Nothin' Daddy." The 5-year-old giggled again, pushing his father's sleeve up on his arm, the best he could. The magizoologist only hummed, knowing he was up to something. Elliot shifted and moved one of his little fingers to the adult's arm. He started to trace over each of his father's freckles as if he was connecting the dots in a paper game.

"Love-" he chuckled softly, "What are you doing?" This time, Elliot just smiled and looked up at his Dad.

"'M connecting the dots!" He giggled, going back to what he was doing before.

"T-the dots- You mean my freckles?" He laughed, watching the boy's reaction. He slowly looked up at his father, nothing but confusion written on his little, chubby face.

"F-freckles...?" Newt furrowed his eyebrows, shifting his hold on the child.

"Mhm, the little 'dots.' You have 'em too bug!" He smiled, and poked the little's arm, causing him to laugh loudly, and move his arm away.

"Now go to sleep!" Newt laughed again, getting a bit more comfortable. At that point, Dougal was already curled up by them, taking his own mid-day nap. Elliot just nodded as he giggled, moving closer to his father. He let out a content sigh, holding on to the adult's shirt as he rested his head on Newt's chest, listening to his heartbeat. The adult smiled and watched, starting to rub the child's arm, soothing him to sleep.