[request]

The kitchen was filled with the scent of fresh fruit. Pancakes had been sizzling in the pan for about a minute now and had started to already brown.

Since getting married, Newt had put in extra effort to make sure you were okay and pampered. After all they’d been through, he thought you deserved a little royalty treatment.

Unfortunately, the task of making his spouse breakfast also came with the much harder goal of keeping the creatures away from the food.

Newt had to pick up the nifflers, who smelled the fruit pancakes and wanted a piece, and place them back on the floor every couple minutes. The rascals kept finding new ways to climb up.

By the time it was plated and the final pancake was cooked…Teddy had eaten half.

Newt groaned, pushing the niffler off and distracting him with an old, shiny bracelet. He took the plate to the bedroom, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Uh…good morning” he said softly, placing the plate in your lap and kissing your forehead, “I tried to make pancakes…but Teddy ate half of them.”