Maze Runner Imagines

Are You My Mommy?

~-T-~

The weirdest thing to ever happen in the Glade, from what you've heard, was being sent up in the Box. You were unconscious with a note saying there would only be one more Glader sent up, and then the Box would stop coming up. Everyone, including you, waited impatiently for the last Greenie to arrive.

Meanwhile, you'd been getting really close with Newt. He was the new leader of the Glade, since Alby had been killed by a Griever. Since that night, they never came back, which was a weird and eerie feeling. Kind of like something was about to happen, but nobody knew exactly when.

Newt was a good leader though. He helped both you and Thomas, who'd arrived just a day before you, feel like you belonged there. It was not something that was easy, considering the weirdness of the whole situation and with Alby being gone, but Newt still did it, and you felt like he did it very well.

So well, in fact, that you began to fell for him. He, like most of the other guys in the Glade, had a thing for you, so it wasn't hard to get him to kiss you and ask you to be his girlfriend. He mostly did it all on his own after you admitted you liked him.

The sirens start blaring. You don't know what they are, or why they're so buggin' loud, or even why everyone is panicking.

"Thomas, what's going on?" you ask your friend, the one who arrived a day before you did. His face is pale and he's already started sweating.

"It's the Box, Y/N. The last one is arriving," he mumbles and you can feel the blood immediately drain from your face. You forgot about that. The boys kept you busy with being your own Keeper of the Sewers. They badly needed some sort of seamstress to repair and make their clothes, especially since supplies were getting cut off as soon as the next Greenie arrived. So that ended up being you, the only one, and all of the clothes piled up for you somehow made you forget about the strange note you bared on your way to the Glade.

You watch all of the boys make their way to the Box. Everyone, especially Newt, looks nervous as klunk. There's no way of knowing who'll be there. It could be another girl, like you, or it could be a fully grown adult. No one knows, and it's only a matter of half an hour before the entirety of the Glade changes for the good...or for the worse.

You end up making your way to the crowd surrounding the mysterious Box right as it comes up, making its last ever arrival. "Here we go, ya shanks," Newt mutters under his breath. He's probably the most stressed of everyone. He and Thomas open the doors to the Box, and inside is something no one expected.

A little girl is in the middle of the metal cage, crying her eyes out. A little girl. Maybe two or three years old.

"I want my mommy!" the girl cries and sits in the middle, letting her head fall into her hands. You realize you'd never seen a little child before, at least that you remember. There's no one in the Glade younger than twelve years of age. Until now.

Newt jumps into the Box and picks the little girl up. Before this whole thing, you figured another girl would come up in the Box, maybe to give you some sort of escape of all these boys, but you never guessed it would be a little girl. How were you all supposed to take care of her when you had other, more important stuff to worry about.

"Can you tell us your name?" Newt asks the little girl, his voice immediately turning soft, as if the girl is his daughter or little sister.

"Michelle," the girl says. Her voice is hysteric. She must've been crying the whole way to the Glade. You don't blame her though. Though you were in a coma the whole time, you remember the entire thing. The memory loss, the smell, the sounds. It was traumatizing for an older teenager; you couldn't begin to comprehend how awful it could've been to a toddler.

"Can you tell us anything about yourself?" Newt asks, looking just as confused as you feel. He's made his way out of the Box now, but he's still holding Michelle. Something about the way he looks at her makes your heart melt, and it shouldn't be melting in this situation.

"No," she says, rubbing her wet eyes with her little fists. You have to admit, she's actually adorable. Everyone but Newt and Michelle are silent. If it weren't for them conversing, you were sure you could hear a pin drop. "I want my mommy."

"I don't know who your mommy is," Newt says. His eyes drop; he feels sorry for the little girl. You know your boyfriend is a sweet guy, but you never in a million years imagined him acting this way around a child. You never thought he'd act like he knows what he's doing.

"Is that my mommy?" Michelle points at you. She's still half-crying, snot dribbling out of her nose and breathing rough breaths from hysteria. Your eyes go wide-you don't know how to respond.

"Do you think it's your mommy?" Newt asks her. Michelle nods. Of course she does. He puts her down on the ground, and the first thing she does is trod over to you. You're glaring at your boyfriend. You don't want to be held responsible for this child!

"Are you my mommy?" Michelle asks you, reaching for you to pick her up. You pick her up and look at Newt, then Thomas, then Chuck and Minho. They're all nodding. Everyone wants you to act like her mother. (I just thought of something hilarious, as if I was writing in Teresa's POV. Mother Teresa. It's really fitting, don't you think? LOL it's not Teresa though, it's Y/N. K back to the story) You don't know the first thing about parenting, though. But you sigh and give in.

"Yes, I'm your..." you look up at Newt again. He so owes you for this. "Mommy."

You're the only woman here, and it's not like anyone can say that her mother is dead for all they know. They have to keep this girl happy; who knows what she's capable of. One temper-tantrum could ruin moods and hope of anyone here.

"Do I have a daddy?" the girl asks you. You grin.

"Of course you do," you look up at Newt, who is wide-eyed and shaking his head. "See the guy over there, the one who was holding you?"

"Yeah."

"That's your daddy."

Michelle immediately smiles. "Are marriiieeeed to him?" The word 'married' is dragged out, and she gives me a sly smile. What the klunk have I gotten myself into.

"Yes, we're married," Newt says, smirking at me. The other Gladers finally break their silence, giggling like hyenas.

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"Where is she supposed to sleep? We don't have a crib or toddler bed in the Glade," I mutter to Newt, who is spoon-feeding Michelle some mashed potatoes.

"I don't wanna sleep in a crib," Michelle whines.

"Okay, okay," Newt says, immediately defensive. "Where do you want to sleep?"

"With Mommy and Daddy!" she giggles after swallowing a bite of mushy potatoes. Oh boy.

And that's exactly what ends up happening. Normally I don't sleep in the same bed as Newt, but tonight I do because Michelle wants to sleep in between us.

This is going to be a weird time in the Glade.