Glader Baby (TMR Fanfic)

Nine || "Cap'n eyebrows? more like rot in the slammer eyebrows!"

"Why's he crying, Newt?" Minho asked as he jogged in place, in front of the doors of the maze. It was very early in the morning and Minho was waiting for Thomas to finish getting ready before they head into the maze. As usual, Newt came to see them off, but this time he was carrying a crying baby.

"He woke up early and wanted to play with a stick." Newt answered, sounding a bit tired.

"Then let him play with the stick." Minho said as he continued his warm-up, flexing his muscles. Weird flex, but okay.. am I right?

Newt gave Minho a deadpanned look and rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to let a baby play with a sharp stick. Next thing you know he turns into a cyclops with a bloody mouth."

"Here," Minho suddenly said, his arms reaching towards Corbyn, "Let me carry him. You seem tired." Newt handed the baby over and let out a tired sigh. Minho bounced the baby in his arms and slowly Corbyn grew tired and lulled to sleep.

"How did you-.." Newt asked but was lost for words as he saw Corbyn sleeping peacefully in the runner's muscular arms.

"What can I say?" Minho smirked, "I got a way with the babes." He then winked at Newt.

Newt shook his head but couldn't help smiling at the runner's statement. He imagined if there were girls here, Minho would definitely get them all. A flirt, that's what he is. The words popped up in Newt's head making him question why he remembered it and how he knew it.

"Thomas! Finally! Glad to see you decided to join us after all!" Minho exclaimed, sarcasm laced in his happy voice.

"Sorry, I was caught up with something. Hey, Newt." Thomas looked a bit troubled and Newt was immediately worried. He was wondering if something happened as Thomas was getting ready.

"Hey, Tommy." Newt greeted back, his voice soft, "You good?"

"Uh, yeah." Thomas muttered quickly, avoiding Newt's eyes. Newt knew immediately something was up and made a mental note to check up on Thomas.

The two runners said their final goodbyes for the morning and ran into the maze. Newt watched them disappear as they turned the corner and let out a sigh. He remembered when he was a runner, he hated it. It constantly reminded him that he was stuck here with no way out. At least in the Glade he was able to forget for a moment that he was forcefully put here with no direct instructions and answers.

He didn't realize he was daydreaming until he heard a voice next to him. "Newt! Good morning! I brought some breakfast!" Chuck's young voice snapped Newt out of his thoughts.

"Oh, hey, Chuck. Why didn't you just eat with the rest of the gladers?" Newt asked.

"Well," Chuck started, "I was wondering if we could have a morning picnic by the tree." Newt looked at Chuck carrying a big sack with both hands, his young eyes sparkled with hope and excitement.

"Alright then, lead the way." Newt smiled softly, being careful as to not wake up the sleeping baby.

Chuck's grin grew big as he leas Newt to a tree. The tree had a big "C" carved into it. Chuck had carved it in because he loved the tree so much. They sat down and Chuck immediately prepared everything, impressing the older boy. They then had their breakfast, Newt not realizing until now that he was starving.

"Wow, this is great, Chuck." Newt said as they finished their breakfast. Chuck was about to reply when suddenly Corbyn woke up whining. Chuck fished a bottle of milk from the sac and shook it, handing it over to Newt. Newt smiled at Chuck and gave the bottle to Corbyn, who immediately drank it as fast as his hungry tummy would let him.