Maze Runner Imagines

Preggo

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"I'll see you when I get back."

That was what you'd said to your boyfriend Minho just before you both left to run different sections of the Maze, like you did everyday. Only, that day didn't go like every other. Because at the end of that day, you didn't come back.

You remembered flashes of light, wind and shouting. That was it. You didn't remember any faces or names or anything that could tell you what was going on, but you had a pretty good idea; the Creators.

And then, the next thing you knew, you were in the dark. Everything around you was moving and shifting, and it took you a moment to realise you were back in the Box. But, once again, something was different. Because this time, you were holding a baby in your arms.

You knew she was yours, but you didn't know how. You knew what'd happened, but you didn't remember it happening. At that point, it was safe to assume the Creators were sorcerers or something.

For what felt like thirty minutes, you sat in the dark, soothing your baby girl. She looked like Minho, and you couldn't wait for him to see her.

But you'd had a baby, which meant that you'd been away for a good nine or ten months. They all probably thought you were dead. You couldn't imagine what it'd be like for them to see you again.

But you didn't have to imagine it, because soon enough, the Box jerked to a stop, and you were engulfed in light. You squinted at the light, subconsciously holding your daughter closer to your chest.

"Oh my God."

"That can't be her."

"Is that a baby?"

"Somebody get Minho!"

In a swift number of events, you were helped out of the Box and greeted by every one of your friends. They exclaimed how they thought you died in the Maze, and how Minho had been a mess ever since. Just ran the Maze, came back and stayed the rest of the day in the Deadheads.

"Everybody move!" a voice shouted out. The crowd of Gladers around you dispersed, letting through a very broken-looking Minho. As soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up. Then, he slowly looked down to the baby in your arms, and the tears began to well in his eyes.

He rushed forward, engulfing you in a hug while careful not to hurt the baby. "I thought you were gone," he muttered into your neck. You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder.

"The Creators didn't think it was safe to have a baby in the Glade, so they took me while I was out in the Maze."

He pulled away from the hug and leaned back in to kiss you lovingly. At that, the remaining Gladers in the crowd grimaced and walked away. Minho looked to the baby and picked her out of your arms, holding her carefully. "What's her name?" he asked.

"I don't know," you admitted. You didn't think you'd ever given her a name, and if you did, you didn't remember.