“Newt! Stop!!”

You exclaimed between small laughs and squeals as the British blonde attacked your face and neck with kisses.

You were both laying on the grass in a field in the Glade away from everyone. The sun was beating down gently on your skin and the sky was pure blue and cloudless. Newt was laying on top of you, loving looking at you while playing with your hair.

“I love you so bloody much.”

He spoke with a grin as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear with care.