The past few months had been full of miracles for Jacob, big and small. He had found a whole other world, and he was grateful for everything he had seen here. The incident at the bank had changed his entire life, and now here he was with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“You’re such a sweetie.” Queenie said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He turned to kiss her gently.

“I just love you.”
“But you worry, huh?” Queenie asked softly. “It’s alright, I worry too when Teenie’s on a job. But she’s got Mister Graves and Newt with her.”
Jacob frowned a little. It was Newt he worried about most. Queenie giggled and hugged him tightly.
“He’s working with a creature. For some reason, he never has any problem with the creatures. None of them hurt him.”
“He’s got scars.” Jacob answered.
“He does. But he’s got Tina and Mister Graves too. So don’t you worry.” Queenie kissed him softly. “We’d best make some pastries for him. You promised Credence you were going to teach him how to make the nifflers.”

Jacob nodded, going into the kitchen to find that Credence was halfway through the washing up.
“You need me to do that?” He offered.
“I don’t mind doing it.” Credence shrugged a little, and when he had finished the washing up they got to work.

Pastry nifflers were cooling by the window sill when the door opened, and Tina and Director Graves walked in. Director Graves was looking distinctly singed, and Tina smiled.
“Everyone’s fine.” Queenie told Jacob quickly as she stepped forwards to greet them.
“Newt seemed rather pleased.” The Director said. “There were two hatchlings recovered alive, apparently he’s planning a trip to Wales when they are old enough to be healthy. He’s been talking about raising them for two years.”

Credence swallowed.
“He’s keeping dragons?”
“Apparently.” The Director sighed, and Tina shrugged.
“He did say that they can’t fly for the first year. And don’t breathe fire for six months, so really…”
“I only have to deal with them breathing fire for eighteen months?” Credence asked, sighing. Queenie giggled, and Tina snagged a pastry niffler, biting into the still warm body.

Queenie grinned at her.
“They’re good, aren’t they?”
“Of course.” Tina smiled. “I’ve never known any of you to cook something that wasn’t.”
“Goldstein and I need to go to file some reports. Will you be able to look after the case?” Director Graves asked, and Queenie nodded. The two aurors apparated away, and Credence went to sort out the washing up.

Jacob watched them go, still trying to understand what he had been told. Newt had found dragons. Baby dragons. He never would have imagined that dragons were real.
“You want to see?” Queenie asked. Jacob nodded, and the two of them slipped into the case.

Jacob paused as they stepped out of the hut. No matter how many times he saw this place, it left him in awe of what his remarkable friends were capable of.
“Where will they be?”
“If he’s taking them to Wales, they must be Welsh Greens. So mountain regions… not too cold though.”

“Bowtruckles or mooncalves?” Jacob suggested.
“Probably bowtruckles.” Queenie answered. “If they are only little, it would be better to keep them away from some of the bigger creatures.”

Jacob cautiously made his way towards the bowtruckle tree. He looked around, and paused when he saw Newt. Newt was curled up, his back against the tree, his coat on his lap. His eyes were closed.
“He’s exhausted.” Queenie whispered, and the two of them carefully crept closer.

Jacob stared at the green creatures curled up against Newt’s chest. Each was about the size of a pack of sugar, and there was a bottle with a metal teat beside Newt. The smaller dragon squirmed slightly, and Newt opened his eyes, bringing the bottle to each dragon.
“Good… there you go, drink up…” Newt mumbled, then yawned and curled up again.

“You need to sleep.” Queenie said softly. “You want me to babysit?”
“I want to stay here with them.” Newt answered. “These are the only ones left alive. I don’t want them to feel alone. Then need a mum.”

Jacob headed to the shed, pulling out a blanket. He carried it back over to Newt and laid it over him.
“Here you go…” He said softly. Newt smiled, tucking it around himself and the dragons, gazing at the tiny little things and then yawning and settling back down.

Jacob smiled at Queenie.
“Those are… those are dragons.” He whispered, and she nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“They are. Now, Newt’s going to have his hands full with the little ones, so we should let him rest.”

He took Queenie’s hand and walked away, knowing that Newt was safe with his creatures and that he needed to rest.