day 7 - kiss on the forehead (Newt+his mum)
For as long as Newt can remember, his mum hasn’t been the most affectionate person but she never failed to kiss him and his brother good night—a quietly muttered, “Sweet dreams, Newt,” and then a firm press of lips on his forehead.
Times changed, of course, with him and Theseus pursuing their own dreams and leaving the nest, so to speak. But every now and then, he recalls the little ritual on particularly lonely, sleepless nights when things aren’t well.
And sometimes, he gives in to the pull towards home, suitcase in hand and excited feet bounding up the steps to the entrance of his family’s house. There are few seconds between his knocks and the door opening, and mum lets out a noise when Newt embraces her tight.
Newt’s taller than her now, Theseus even more so, and they have been for a long time; yet they will bend down every single time for mum to reach her hands up to their faces, brush aside their hair and press that familiar kiss to their foreheads.