(A/N: I haven't updated in ages, lol. And this one is actually an incredibly small drabble as well. It's only a hundred words. I would appreciate it if you guys could also maybe prompt me a little! Thanks for the support, though. Check out my tumblr at .com Now, enjoy the fic, and don't forget to R&R!)

Newt enjoyed watching Minho sleep. And yes, that sounded slightly creepy, but it was true. The hard lines on Minho's face would smoothen out, and a peaceful expression would come over his face. His hair, normally so perfect was spread out around the pillow, yet still annoyingly perfect.

"….gotta feed Jack…" Minho muttered, shifting a little. Newt giggled. "…Newt…"

Newt blushed at the mention of his name. He pushed a piece of hair back and Minho stirred a little.

"Newt?" Minho asked, voice slurred from sleep.

"Go to sleep, shuck face." Newt whispered, lying down next to his husband.

(A/N: Wow, that really was short. Okay, I'll try to write more, I promise. Remember to review!)