^^^ THE POP STARS SECTION HAD ME CRYING HE IS SO CUTE

have I mentioned I'm crying. he's too pure. 

Newt set the box down with a grunt and wiped his sweaty brow. You smirked and ripped the tape off the box, taking a sip of your lemonade. "Don't we make such a great team, babe?" You said, fighting the urge to laugh. Newt shot you a look, placing his hands on his hips. Raising an eyebrow, you held out the glass of lemonade. "Oh, sorry, did you want some?" You asked innocently.

Newt rolled his eyes. "You know, if you helped out things would go much, much faster."

"But why would I lift those heavy, heavy boxes when I have such a strong boyfriend who lovingly offered to do it for me?" You grinned, leaning against the box.

Newt blushed, raising a hand in protest. "Hey, I did not volunteer-" You cut him off by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Ruffling his hair, you couldn't help but smile at the flustered expression on his face.

"I'm just kidding, Scamander. What do you need me to get from the truck?"

Newt dipped his head, a demure smile playing on his lips. "The stuff for the bathroom, if you will."

"One box of stuff for the bathroom, coming right up!" You sang, setting your lemonade on the kitchen island and twirling out the door. You could not have been more elated that day. It was the day you had been waiting for for months- the day you and Newt moved in together. You'd talked about getting your own home together for months (Newt needed a more permanent place for his beasts, anyways) and you felt like you'd been waiting an eternity; you'd been together for over a year. Your mother thought it was too soon, but you knew Newt was the one. And, a small- actually, huge- part of you hoped that if Newt was ready to move in with you, he might be ready to marry you.

Nudging the door open with your toe, you scooted inside your new townhome, peeking over the giant cardboard box in your hands. "Newt? You called. "I don't think I'm going to be able to fit this box in the master bathroom. Where should I put it?" There was no answer. With a groan, you set the box down in front of the master bedroom. "Newt? You shouted again. Again, nothing. You sighed. He was probably in the basement, checking on the new kelpie. He had wasted no time nor expense making sure his creatures had a spacious, luxurious, and frankly, over-the-top place to live in your new home. You didn't mind, though. His big heart was one of the reasons you loved him so much, although he did sometimes go a little overboard.

You opened the door to the brick basement, flicking on the light switch. You paused for a minute, taken aback by how spacious the basement had become since the night before when Newt had come to start working on it. Each animal had its own unique habitat, whether it was jungle or desert or ocean. There was a small space set aside for you, Newt, and Bunty to store emergency supplies, such as shovels, bandages, and fire-resistant suits. In the middle of the space stood a three story wooden building with floral curtains fluttering through open windows and a stone chimney on top of the shingled roof. The door was left ajar, and inside you could hear Newt muttering over something.

"Newt?" You asked quietly, knocking on the door. The first floor of the shack was covered in storage space and a kitchenette. It was more humid than the outside and smelled of dirt. Shelves next to the door had mud-covered boots, gardening supplies, and an array of dragon-hide gloves, complete with a stack of buckets for feeding. The cabinets were overflowing with books and journals and various supplies; you even spotted a small wand with a bell on it for the Zouwu. Over in the kitchen, herbs hung from the ceiling to dry, and when you opened the ice chest, you found it was overflowing with slabs of meat. 

A noise from the upstairs made you jump towards the small spiral staircase that led to the second floor. You crept up the stairs quietly, body on full alert in case whoever was on the second floor was dangerous.

 The staircase went right through the room on the second floor, which was painted a butter yellow and smelled strangely of flowers. As you rose on the staircase, you could see a warm rug in the middle of the floor and a small dresser. Standing in the middle of the room, tapping his charcoal pencil against a notebook, was Newt, muttering to himself. 

"No, no, that's not right- it'll have to be bigger-"

"Newt? You said softly, relaxing and coming to stand behind him.

Newt whirled around, his face turning beet red when he saw you. "(Y/N)!" He cried, nonchalantly hiding the notebook behind his back. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"I was just coming to check on you. I can't fit the box you sent me to get into the bathroom. It's too wide."

Newt swallowed, nodding his head quickly. "Oh- yes, that's fine, just leave it in the bedroom. I'll get it later."

You narrowed your eyes, eyeing the cheery walls and brightly-patterned curtains, the ornate wood dresser and the rocking chair you suddenly spied in the corner. "Newt... what is this?"

Newt swallowed again, avoiding your gaze. "It's, um, nothing. Just a room I have. I've always had it. For reading, you know, and writing."

"I've never seen it before," You said, crossing your arms. "And I've been down here many, many times."

Newt cleared his throat, fiddling with the notebook behind his back. "Well-"

"What's that?" you asked, pointing to the notebook. "I haven't seen that before either."

"Nothing." Newt shook his head with a fleeting smile.

"Can I see it?" You asked, reaching for the book. Newt hesitated, drawing away from your grasp. You frowned. It wasn't like Newt to hide from you. "Newt, is there something wrong?"

Newt smiled his fake smile again. "No, nothing is wrong. I just have a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Newt," you said firmly. "You can trust me."

Newt finally met your eyes, and you were surprised to see the fear concealed in his irises. Finally, he sighed and handed over the notebook. "Thank you." You said quietly, turning the front cover gingerly. You'd been expecting some new medical journal or maybe a diary, but what you found inside was something like you'd never seen before.

Inside were beautiful drawings of a child's room, with ducklings painted on a bright yellow wall over a crib, with a rocking chair in the corner and a beautiful dresser full of tiny jumpsuits and pajamas. You flipped the page and there was another room, red this time, with a fire place and a plush couch and a dog curled up on a rug. You flipped the page again, and there was a sketch of a ring, beautiful and ornate silver, with a teardrop-shaped diamond and two gems on either side, one for his birthstone and one for yours. It was magnificent. it was everything you had ever wanted with Newt, and he wanted it too.

 "I just- since we're moving in- have moved in together, I thought we ought to be prepared, because we might be living here a while-"

"You want this?" You breathed, a smile spreading over your face.

Newt blushed and looked at the ground, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Yes, I do."

There were fireworks exploding in your stomach, ready to make you burst from happiness and excitement. They made you flush and blush and feel all tingly, excited with the prospect of the drawings on the page coming to life. With a shriek, you threw your arms around Newt, burying your head in his shoulder. "It's perfect," you mumbled. "It's everything I want too and it's perfect."

Startled, Newt faltered for a moment before wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, his hand caressing the hair at the nape of your neck. You heard him laugh against your hair, the sound breathless and airy and totally carefree, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "I'm glad you like it." He murmured. 

"Newt, I love it," you paused. "And, for the record, I love the ring. I can't wait."

"Can't wait for-" his face reddened as he realized what you were insinuating. "Oh. Oh."

You laughed, kissing Newt's cheek lovingly. "Don't worry, I'll pretend I haven't seen it so it can still be a surprise."

Newt laughed in return, taking hold of your wrist and pulling you close. He smiled, his nose brushing yours. His eyes sparkled with excitement and abashment and ambition because you had a whole future together and he was so ready for all of it, so ready for you. He kissed you, long and sweet, and you hoped that every day would be like that day for the rest of your lives.

You pulled away, a grin on your lips. "I'm going to go unpack some more. I'll see you upstairs when you're ready to come up." Newt's hand entangled in yours held you back, reluctant to untwine as you made to leave.

"I'll see you in a bit." Newt said, breathless, his hand dropping to his side as you sauntered to the staircase. 

"I love you." You said, leaning against the spiral staircase.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." Newt replied, his face flushed.

As you descended the staircase, you waved in farewell. The truth was, you weren't going to get any unpacking done that night. You were going to call your mother and have a very lengthy chat about all of the wonderful things that were yet to come.