Newt Scamander x Reader

Guess who has been procastinating on this book for a few months?

"I am to sober for this."

You sat on the couch of the shared apartment between you and your husband, Newt. You were currently being stubborn (per usual)  and were in your pajamas,  waiting for Newt to brake so you didn't have to go to your sister's (dont have a sister?  come up with a random name and wazaa ya got a sister for this chapter)  baby shower. Why have a pre-birthday for a human that isnt even born yet? 

All you wanted to do this Saturday was lay on the couch and cuddle with Newt while watching a movie and maybe sharing a few kisses over a glass of grape juice and wine.

"Y/N,  c'mon,  get up. You need to go to the shower." Newt pleaded,  he dearly wanted you to go.

You avoided eye contact,  all knowing that if you looked at them you would instantly melt and agree to anything that came out of his soft lips.

"I don't want too.."  You complained as you shoved your face into one of the couch cussions. 

"Fine,  fine. I will just do it the hard way."

Arms wrapped around your figure as your husband picked you up off the couch. Your eyes widened as you were carried bridal style to your bedroom.

You couldn't help but laugh at your adorable husband,  "Mr. Scamander!  Put me down!"  You bellowed in laughter. He looked down at you with his small side smile and chuckled lightly.

"As you command,  Mrs. Scamander."

He dropped you on the bed,  the both of you now laughing as he pulled out his favorite dress. Well,  not his dress.  His favorite one of your's,  he loved how it fit you nicely. Granted,  he thinks you look most lovely in anything. Even if you wore the most abstract outfit,  he would still find you the most beautiful girl in the world.

He handed the dress to you and turned around,  cupping his eyes so you would have privacy while changing.

You laughed, still not wanting to go,  but you started to undress out of your clothes. "Newt,  we've been married for a year already.. you dont need to turn around."

"A year,  three months, and five days, to be exact.  And I wish not to invade on a woman's privacy." Newt spoke as he was still turned with his eyes cupped.

You sighed in love, your husband was truely the sweetest and thoughtful man alive.

You swiftly put on your dress and kissed the back of Newt's shoulder to let him know you are done.

"Can you do my hair,"  You smiled at Newt as he turned around.  "Please?"

He smiled "Sure,  love." 

You sat on a chair as he gathered all your hair and began to braid it. He may not look it,  but Newt was a vrry skillfull bradist.

The two of you stayed in comfortable silence as he finished your hair. "You look lovely, Y/N." He smiled as you turned around to face him.

"Thank you, you look lovely too."

-

The two of you arrived at y/s/n's baby shower. You regretting every second of agreeing to it, but it was worth being with your husband and spending time with him. So you tried not to complain.

When you arrived, your mother and sister were fighting over something unknown.

"Oh,  Y/N! Thank you for coming!" Y/s/n looked at you before your mother made some sort of comment and once again they were bickering.

You were already getting restless and you had just arrived. The stressfulness at this party was to much for you.

"Ah,  Newt.."  You whined as you looked over at him.

"Yes,  love?"

"I'm way to sober for this.."

(Heh..  heh..  sorry)