The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

How you Figure out You're Pregnant (Gally and Zart)

Gally: Come on, you've gotta eat something. Staring down at the food your boyfriend, Gally, had placed meticulously on your breakfast plate, your stomach continued to churn. You'd been feeling off for the past few weeks- tired, moody- and now it seemed you'd added nauseated to your repertoire. For the past several mornings, you hadn't been able to force yourself to eat anything due to the overwhelming nausea you were experiencing. More than once, unfortunately, the nausea had followed you throughout the day, and you'd even puked a few times. You didn't mention it to Gally, however. You just figured you had some type of bug, and you definitely didn't need him overreacting. He was stressed enough. From the corner of your eye, you saw Gally watching, glancing first at your plate, then back at you with a worried expression on his face. Forcing a smile, you willed yourself to pick up the piece of toast resting on the edge of the dish. As soon as you began moving it towards your mouth, its scent hit you. Normally, you enjoyed the smell of food (as long as Frypan prepared it properly). This time, however, the smell only added fuel to your nauseous fire. Suddenly, you were all too aware that you wouldn't be able to hold yourself together much longer. Hurriedly, you let the toast drop back onto your plate before standing and running towards the bathroom, muttering a halfhearted excuse to Gally. You barely made it to the toilet before opening your mouth and ridding your stomach of its contents. After several more moments of gagging and retching, you finally felt as though you might be done.

Cautiously, you leaned back, resting the weight of your head on the wall behind you. What the shuck is wrong with me? You asked yourself, silently wracking your brain for any possible clues. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, it hit you. NO. Although you tried your best to convince yourself you were being paranoid, it was as if you knew, deep down inside, what was really wrong. Quickly, you began thinking about the last time you'd had your period. Wait, when was the last time I had my period? The realization that you didn't quite know the answer washed over you instantly. Looking back, the last time you were absolutely certain you'd been on was two months ago. Shuck. Looking down, you allowed your hands to roam your lower abdomen freely, gently pushing on various areas. While the upper portions felt normal, the lower you felt, the tighter your stomach seemed to be. For several moments, you attempted to continue to lie to yourself, holding out the hope that if you thought about it hard enough, the whole situation would just go away. However, you knew you couldn't continue to live in denial. At that moment you opened yourself up, allowing reality to wash over you. You didn't need a test or even one of the Med-Jacks to confirm what you already knew. Shuck. I'm going to be a mother.

Zart: At the sound of Frypan's breakfast calls, you shot out of bed and sprinted to for the door, not even bothering to put on your shoes. There was no denying it, you were starving. Jogging, you ran towards the kitchen, wanting to make sure you would be the first in line. As you approached, Frypan turned and smiled, nodding in your direction before placing a spoonful of eggs and a piece of toast on your plate. Your stomach tightened and your mouth watered, eager to begin eating. Before you accepted your plate, you made a special request, asking Frypan to give you an extra piece of toast. He happily obliged, simply ecstatic that someone in the Glade liked his cooking enough to ask for seconds before they'd even begun eating. As you made your way to one of the tables, you picked up a piece of toast, taking several large bites and finishing the piece entirely before you'd even reached your seat. Normally, you waited for your boyfriend, Zart, and your other friends to arrive before beginning your meal. Today, however, you knew there would be no way you could wait. Immediately after sitting down, you began shoveling spoonfuls of eggs into your mouth, pausing only to regulate your breathing. Just as you'd finished your plate, you saw Zart, Newt, and Minho approaching, plates in hand. Before Zart could take his seat beside you, you reached up, your hand finding his piece of toast. Without asking you took it, practically swallowing it whole. Although the boys gave you several quizzical looks, no one said anything. 

After devouring your food, Zart and Minho's toast, and part of Newt's eggs, you still felt as though you could eat more. Standing, you began making your way towards the kitchen in search of leftovers. Suddenly, a wave of nausea overwhelmed you. Dropping your plate, you ran straight for the restrooms. You'd just barely made it before you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet, clutching the sides for support. When you'd finished, you wiped your hand across your lips disgustedly. Reaching up, you allowed the inside of your wrist to make contact with your forehead as you checked for signs of fever. After pausing for several moments, you realized you felt fine, aside from being rather tired. Deciding to lay back down for a while before beginning your work for the day, you exited the restroom and began making your way back towards the Homestead. Halfway there, a feeling like none you'd ever experienced overwhelmed you, stopping you in your tracks. Something within you told you to consider your periods. Slowly, it dawned on you that you honestly couldn't remember the last time you had a period. As realization crashed over you, you clasped a hand over your mouth. Glancing downward, you ran a hand gently over your lower abdomen. I'm pregnant. There's no doubt about it. I'm shucking pregnant. Turning on your heel, you began making your way towards the Med-Jack hut. After all, you wanted to be completely certain before you said anything to anyone. 

A/N: Okay, so I feel like this one wasn't quite as good as my first one, but I'm still decently pleased with it. Now that the fluffy stuff's outta the way, let's get to the nitty-gritty :)