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Tina bites her lip as she stares at the small, unassuming vial of clear liquid on the kitchen table before her. She never thought she’d be one of those women, engaged and already pregnant, yet here she is. Queenie had convinced her to get the test in the first place — better to be safe than sorry. Of course, Newt has to be taken into consideration, but so do a plethora of variables, and there’s a solid chance this will come to nothing.
Tina covers the potion with a washcloth and glances at the clock. Three minutes, and she’ll know.
If she’s pregnant… well, she isn’t sure what to feel. Now is certainly less than an ideal time, and she and Newt have never really discussed the topic of children. They’re too caught up in their careers; Newt’s educational program has gone viral and he’s now collaborating on a new textbook with some of his partners, while simultaneously running a rehabilitation center for magical beasts. Tina has begun to informally oversee the Auror department, responsible for training aspiring members of the force. With Grindelwald shut down, there are fewer deaths, but people will still be people and there are ample opportunities to save lives and fight crime.
If Newt wants to keep the baby, she will. They’ve already gotten through seemingly every possible obstacle life could throw at them; parenthood would surely be no different. If he doesn’t want to keep it, for the same logical reasons as she, then she would rather terminate the pregnancy.
Many women would be appalled at her ready agreement, of course, but Tina refuses to bring a child into the world if he or she will not be cared for and 100% wanted. Not that they wouldn’t care for their child; however, with unplanned pregnancies and working parents, flashes of regret are wont to occur from time to time, and no child deserves that. Plus, she’s still young enough that this likely won’t be the only time she’ll be taking a pregnancy test.
The door opens after two minutes have passed. Newt comes in, dropping his case on the floor and hanging up his coat. He freezes when he sees Tina standing arms crossed and staring at the table. “What are you doing?” he asks immediately, coming over to her.
“I…” Tina lifts the washcloth (the liquid still hasn't changed color either way) and gestures helplessly to the test.
His eyes widen. “You’re not…?”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “I have to wait another minute.”
Newt stands next to her, but not nearly as close as he normally does. Fear mounts in Tina. Regardless of their ultimate decision, she would have hoped that her fiancé might want to be there for her during such a relatively significant life event.
A minute goes by in dead silence, made frostier by Newt’s clear tenseness. Taking a deep breath, Tina pulls away the cloth and looks up from the test in shock. “Newt,” she whispers, “I'm pregnant.”
If she expected him to be happy, she was wrong. His expression clouds over, he goes rigid, and without another word turns around and storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.