Newt stirred lightly in his sleep, his breath steady as the soft sound of the waves echoed from the nearby shore. The tent was warm and quiet, the gentle rustle of the fabric flapping in the breeze creating a comforting background hum. His arm was draped over you, his fingers lightly brushing against your back as he unconsciously pulled you closer, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He mumbled something in his sleep, a soft sound that didn't make sense but carried the unmistakable weight of peace—a peace he hadn't known in what felt like a lifetime.

Safe Haven. It was real. They were finally free—free from the Maze, free from WCKD, free from the horrors of the Flare. Thanks to Thomas, Newt had been saved at the last possible moment. The cure had pulled him back from the brink, and now here they were, on an island, where the sun rose without the fear of Cranks, where the days felt less like survival and more like a chance to live.

He shifted slightly, nuzzling closer into your warmth, your presence a constant source of comfort. You had been with him through all of it, the highs and the lows, and now, in this fragile new beginning, you were still here. His girlfriend. The thought still sent a small, quiet thrill through him. He'd confessed to you in his darkest moment, when he thought the Flare would take him. But somehow, they'd made it through. They had time now. Time for everything he thought he'd lost.

The sound of the tent flaps rustling open made Newt groan softly, instinctively hiding his face deeper into your neck as a bright shaft of sunlight streamed inside. He knew who it was before he even heard the snicker.

"Oi, you two lovebirds awake yet?" Minho's voice rang out, thick with amusement.

Newt waved him off lazily without lifting his head, his arm tightening protectively around you. "Go away, you shank," he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin.

Minho let out a sarcastic laugh, clapping his hands together as if to rouse them both. "Come on, lazy! We're out there building a new world, and here you are, snuggled up all cozy. Must be nice, huh?"

Newt groaned again, this time louder, lifting one hand just long enough to give Minho a very deliberate gesture, before retreating back into his cocoon of warmth. He could hear Minho's grin widening from across the tent.

"Yeah, yeah." Minho teased, his tone smug. "Keep hiding, mate. You're missing all the fun. But don't worry, I'll let the others know you're too busy being all lovey-dovey to help. Enjoy yourselves!"

With that, Minho slipped out of the tent, his laughter trailing behind him. Newt exhaled deeply, relieved to be back in the quiet. He could still feel the cool breeze from outside, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of the tent and the gentle rise and fall of your breathing beside him.

Newt chuckled softly to himself, his heart light. Minho could tease all he wanted; Newt didn't care. This—right here—was all he needed right now. He wasn't ready to face the world just yet. Not after everything they'd been through. He still had healing to do, still had to adjust to this strange, blissful feeling of safety. And right now, being here, with you, was enough.

"Good morning." he murmured sleepily, his voice still rough from sleep as he opened his eyes just enough to look up at you. A small grin tugged at his lips as he shifted slightly, propping himself up just enough to see your face more clearly.

His hand moved to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment before he let out a long, contented sigh. "What do you reckon, love?" he asked quietly, his voice soft and playful. "Think we should just stay here all day? Be lazy shanks like Minho says?"

Newt's grin widened as he nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck, the warmth of your skin chasing away the lingering chill from the open tent flap. "I think I still need to heal up a bit." he whispered against your skin, his words teasing, though there was truth in them. He wasn't fully recovered yet. His body still ached, still remembered the infection that had almost destroyed him.