Minho: A Maze Runner Fanfiction

Chapter 18- Day Two

You wake up on the opposite side of the tent as Minho. You lay there for a bit after you open your eyes, listening to the sounds of the other Gladers arising and getting ready for their day. You roll over onto your side to see Minho laying in his bed, watching you. You think about how sweet he always is to you, and how you have come to love him. He smiles at you gently, and says "I'm sorry about yesterday."
You had almost completely forgotten about what had happened between the two of you, and now that he reminded you, you wish he hadn't. Minho had somewhat spazzed, but you did hit a soft spot. You had always known that he worked so hard at the maps, and that they meant a lot to him. Remembering the things you said, you realize that you were rude too. But, "It's fine." is all you say.
You get up and begin to get dressed. Now that day two of your three day pregnancy has arrived, you look to be six months pregnant. You take your shirt off, and now examine your expanded stomach. You try a few shirts on, one of yours, and two of Minho's, before turning to him and saying, "I don't think any of these are going to fit."
"Oh, uh." He stammers, "Let me go and find you something." He quickly rushes out of the tent, and you sit back down on your mat. He returns about ten minutes later, holding a big pile of clothes. "I wasn't sure what you wanted. Or what would fit." He sets down the giant stack of clothes and it falls over. "Shuck. I spent a long time folding those."
"You folded them?" You say, "The great, almighty Minho folded somebody else's clothes? I don't believe it. You probably had someone else do it while you fixed your hair."
"I know." He holds his hands in the air. "The world we live in is crazy."
"Damn right it is." You chuckle. You put on the shirt on top, a brown v-neck, and then you dig a little further to find pants. You find what appears to be the only pair of pants in the stack. They are black sweatpants and have really deep pockets. When you are finally comfortable, you and Minho head off to breakfast, hand in hand. Minho cuts to the front of the breakfast line, because he has to leave early, while you stand at the end of the line, alone. Nobody says much to you, but the wait goes by quickly anyway. You get a double serving of food, and then go set your stacked tray next to Newt's.
"Hello" he says cheerily.
"Hi. Did Minho leave yet?"
"He just left a second ago." He says. "Knowing him, he'll be back early though. He's really got a soft side for you."
You smile, "He's not much of a softie. Wasn't yesterday."
He chuckles cheerily. "So how's that baby coming along?"
"Coming along?" You ask sarcastically. "You make it sound like I'm cooking a chicken in my stomach or something."
Newt laughs, "It would taste better I bet."
"Newt!" You shout, while laughing hysterically. "I'm not letting you eat my baby!"
"What?!" Alby chimes in as he walks by. "Newt, what ever happened to 'never hurt another Glader'?!"
Newt stands up and shouts, "Guys, I have a confession to make." The room goes completely silent before he adds, "I'm a cannibal."
He can barely keep a straight face and you and him both start laughing hysterically almost right after he says it. Alby is next to join in, but it takes the other Gladers a little bit to realize that it's all a joke.

~Time Skip to after lunch~

After lunch, you and Newt went back to your tent to relax. Throughout the day you both made jokes about him being a cannibal. He would say things like, "Don't come too close, I'm feeling a little hungry." And you came up with a game called 'Cook the Glader' where you would try to decide how to best cook and eat a Glader. Your day had been full of fun and laughter, but you had the weary feeling of knowing that tomorrow you would have to start taking care of a child. You sat in the fabric building, your head on Newt's shoulder, about to drift off to sleep.
"Newt?" You whisper.
"Yes?" He asks.
"I'm scared."
"And why is that?" He looks down on you, his eyes full of concern.
"For tomorrow." You whisper, "For having a baby. For having another thing to take care of."
"I think you'll be a great mother, y/n." He reassures you.
"But what if I'm not?" Tears start to threaten your eyes.
"Y/n, listen to me." He grabs your shoulders, "You are a better mother than any of us shanks could ever be. Minho will be a great father, and you'll be a perfect mother. I know it."
"I'm raising a child in the glade!" You whisper shout (Does that make sense? Whisper shout?), tears streaming down your face. "Why would a child ever want to grow up here? Or in a society that would do this to us?"
"Y/n!" He shouts, "Any child would be lucky to be a child of yours, no matter where it is."
You pause and look into his big round eyes. You lean in and put your head against his chest and he pulls you into a hug.
"Please don't tell Minho." You whisper into his chest.
"I won't." He says.
"Will you be there with me tomorrow?" You look up at him.
"Do you want me to be there?" He asks.
"Yes."
"Then, yes. I will be there. " He smiles.

Minho gets back about an hour or so later, so you, Newt, Thomas, and Minho all go get dinner together. You eat loads of food again, and afterwards you explain to Minho and Thomas why Newt is officially a cannibal. You play a couple of rounds of Cook the Glader, before you and Minho head off to your tent to go to sleep.
It doesn't take you long to drift off, with Minho's strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you and your baby safe. Right before you fall asleep, Minho plants a kiss on your forehead, and then before kissing your lips, he whispers, "I love you, y/n. I really do."

Authors Note
Hi there!!! I'm back!!! I know I've been MIA for a couple of weeks now, but I've really been struggling to write this chapter. I've been reading over ,g story lately, and came to the realization that there isn't really much like loving in it, like between the reader and Minho. So comment if you think I should add more lovey and kissey moments and stuff, or if I should keep it how it is. :)
Oh, and by the way, PLEASE COMMENT BABY NAMES!?!?!?!!
~Marizie