"... and this is the niffler," Newt said, holding Dawn up to the niffler's habitat. Tina chuckled when Dawn gave a squeal of delight, reaching out to touch the niffler. The niffler snatched the locket around Dawn's neck before scurrying off. "Quite a little bugger, that one. I'll have to hide all you shiny toys before he gets to them," Newt chuckled, and Dawn gurgled happily. 

"I should probably go get that locket back," Newt sighed, handing Dawn over to Tina. Tina laughed, kissing Dawn's forehead. "Or, you could forget about the locket, and spend time with your favorite wife?" Tina raised an eyebrow. "I only have one wife!" Newt defended, and Tina laughed again.

Dawn, Tina had to admit, was growing to be beautiful. Six months old, black curls resting atop her head, and her eyes looked so much like Newt's that it hurt. She sighed, reaching up to kiss Newt before handing Dawn back over to her father. Dawn squealed with happiness at the sight of Newt, which made Newt smile.

They spent the rest of the day walking around the case, just enjoying each other's company.

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Credence awoke with a jerk, panting. The nightmares just kept coming. This dream, he was handing out flyers for the Second Salemers in the streets, when he saw Caoimhe walking through the crowd. Allowing the flyers to fall to the ground, he followed her. Suddenly, the landscape changed. Credence heard the all-to-familiar sound of the crack of leather on flesh. He turned to see his adopted mother beating Caoimhe viciously with a belt. Credence roared, the Obscurus within breaking out and heading straight towards his ma. But she dove out of the way, and he hit Caoimhe instead. She fell to the ground, lifeless, wearing the same scars all the other victims of his power had.

 He felt's Caoimhe's silk-like hands gently press up against his face, and he turned to bury his face into her thick, wavy hair laced with a scent that made him feel safe. "Another bad dream?" she asked softly. He nodded, studying her every feature in the darkness of the bedroom. Blue eyes. Dirty blonde hair. In his eyes, she was perfect in every way.

Caoimhe curled back up onto the mattress that lay on the floor. Ever since the nightmares had started, she slept in his bedroom with him to comfort him when he awoke. Caoimhe looked years younger when she slept, her lashes caressing her cheeks that were dusted with freckles.

Credence was still trying to figure out his feelings for Caoimhe. Why did he try to protect her all the time when he was the one she needed protection from? Why did he want to be the one at the alter with Caoimhe when he saw Newt and Tina get married? Why did something as simple as her brushing her fingers up against his send a roaring flame through that part of his body?

He shook away the thoughts, lulling himself to sleep by watching Caoimhe's chest rise and fall slowly.

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Hey guys!

First, I'm thrilled that people love the Credence/Caoimhe pairing. I promise you will see a lot more of their relationship in the future.

Second, a cool fact about Caoimhe; her name is Irish, and in English, it means "kind and beautiful."

Finally, let me know down in the comments what you would like to see in the new Scamander family!

Love you!