Newt's POV
About a week or so later, Jeanne was on her feet, shuffling around her hospital room. I often walked beside her, offering my hand and shoulder. Her ribs had healed nicely, but Jeanne had told me there were scars beneath the bandages.

Finally, Jeanne was cleared to come back home. Well, home being the Goldstein apartment.

"We've missed you, Jeanne!" said Queenie. She went to hug Jeanne.

"Gently," I reminded.

"Right," said Queenie. They embraced, Jeanne using her wings, Queenie gently rubbing her back.

"Sorry we couldn't come and visit more," said Tina. "Works been really hectic since the whole incident."

"It's all right," said Jeanne, pulling away and steadying herself on my shoulder. "Newt kept me company plenty."

I pulled her closer my the waist, kissing her cheek. There was a collective "aw" from the Goldsteins and chuckle from Jacob.

"You're a lucky man, Mr. Scamander," said Queenie with a giggle.

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A few days later, I had gotten Jeanne and myself tickets for a boat ride back to London.

Tina, Queenie, and Jacob came to the docks to see us off.

"I'll miss you all," I said. My grip on my suitcase tightened sadly.

"We'll come and visit for sure," said Jeanne. She had to batten down her wings under a jacket to look, well I'd hate to say normal, but either way it caused her to be off balanced. Jeanne gripped my shoulder and I held her up under the arms.

"Jacob this is for you," I said, handing him a brown case similar to mine.

"Uh, your creatures?" Jacob asked, confused.

"No, I have my case," I said. "Inside your case are Occamy shells. They're lined with silver and incredibly valuable. It's collateral for you to start your bakery."

Jacob looked surprised. With a grin, he stepped forward and hugged me. I was taken aback at first, but gave him a tight pat.

"Thank you so much!" Jacob said. "I-Imma miss you both," he said, smiling.

Queenie and Tina gave Jeanne and I each a hug, both being gentler on Jeanne's small figure.

"I'll send you each a copy of my book, once it's published of course," I said.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," said Jeanne. "It's rather good. I read some while in hospital Actually, Newt, why don't we deliver the books to them in person?" Jeanne suggested.

"Yes!" said Queenie. "That would be wonderful."

"I'll make sure you all get the first copies," I said with a smile.

"All aboard!" yelled a man from the docks. He opened the door and began taking people's luggage.

We said our final goodbyes, hugged, and boarded the boat. I helped Jeanne up the ramp and we took our seats above deck.

It was a lovely day; one of those rare moments during winter where it felt a bit like spring.

Jeanne snuggled deeper into her coat and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Jeanne?" I asked quietly once the boat had started moving.

"Hmm?"

"Do you have an apartment, or a place to go back to in London? Not to be rude, but didn't you say you were on the streets in New York?" I asked.

"No, I don't have a place to go back to, really," Jeanne said quietly. "Lost my job too, all because of that Salemer lady."

There was silence for a moment.
"I suppose you could come live with me?" I started. "In my apartment? I-I mean if you want to," I stuttered.

"Really?"

"Of course!" I said. "I would never let you be out on the streets, let anyone ever harm you . . . Because I-I love you, Jeanne. Wings and all."

I could see Jeanne blush as she buried her face into my shoulder. I kissed her forehead softly, gently rubbing circles on her back.

Jeanne slowly drifted asleep on my shoulder. I rested my head on hers, watching the vast ocean go by.

My mind drifted to what our future would be:
Me and Jeanne taking care of the creatures. Finishing my book together. Marriage? A child? I thought about a little one of my own playing with the beasts, being fascinated by everything as I am.

Someday, I told myself. Someday.