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It's a girl.
They decide on Alice Emilia, to honor Sophia’s mother. Ally, for short.
Newt falls in love the second he sees her. He, of course, takes over the entire birth, because who else is he going to trust with such a precious endeavor? The famed magizoologist certainly has no lack of experience in the birthing department, even if not with regards to the human variety.
“She's perfect,” he says in awe, once he’s cut the umbilical cord and gently cleaned his new daughter before placing her on her mother’s chest.
“I know,” Tina agrees, tilting her head up for a kiss. “She looks like you.”
Newt traces a finger over the newborn’s puckered brow. “She looks like you when you're concentrating.”
Tina frowns. “Thanks, I guess?”
Newt smiles and pecks her on the temple. A harried nurse bursts in as he’s about to sing more praises. “Mr. Scamander, if you would be so kind as to assist us down the hall? I'm afraid it's a difficult birth and there's quite a lot of blood, and you were so helpful with —”
Newt is already rolling up his sleeves. He presses his lips to his new daughter’s head one more time, waves farewell to his wife, and saves the day.
A few months later and the baby’s doing just fine.
“I love you,” Tina tells Newt, and draws her thumb across his lower lip tenderly. Between them, Ally partially wakes up and squirms a bit before closing her eyes again.
“I love you,” Newt replies. “Both of you.”
She smiles a radiant smile, then leans in to kiss him. And thus they fall asleep, three hearts beating.
~fin~