The Maze Runner Preferences/Imagines

Pregnant in The Glade

Thomas:

You'd managed to hide everything before any of the Gladers saw it, but in a way, you wished they had. Maybe then somebody could've told you what it all meant, or give you some guidance on what to do. But then again, you doubted any of them even knew what a pregnancy test was.

But why did the Creators send up a package full of them with your name on it? Maybe they were for Teresa – there must've been some sort of mistake.

Nevertheless, despite your doubt that they were even yours, you used one anyway. And to your dismay, after testing over and over on a different brand of test each time, they all showed up positive.

You didn't tell anyone about the tests, keeping them hidden away in a special part of the Deadheads that only you knew about. Maybe if I just forget they ever happened nothing will happen, you thought.

But over time, your boyfriend Thomas started to notice how you acted differently. You wouldn't drink any of Gally's moonshine at the bonfires and most of your meals came up a few hours later. Eventually, he'd had enough and asked you what was wrong.

"What? N– Nothing!" you said unconvincingly.

Thomas cocked his head to the side and stared at you concernedly for a few seconds. "You don't look well, you haven't been eating much and don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking off into the Deadheads every night. Just tell me what's wrong and I'll help."

You sighed, running your hands through your hair and chewing the insides of your cheek raw. You had to tell him. You just weren't really sure how. "Around a month ago, the Creators sent me a bunch of... pregnancy... tests," you said slowly, in fear of how he'd react.

You could see Thomas's face visibly become paler, and he swallowed dryly. "A-And?"

"And... I think we're having a baby."

Newt:

"Newt, c'mon, please, just a little farther," you cried out as your boyfriend leaned the majority of his weight against you. Being ambushed by a Griever hadn't been the way you'd planned your day to go. You managed to get away pretty okay, but Newt, on the other hand, was finding it hard to stay conscious. He hadn't been bashed up as much as he could've been, but he had been hit over the head pretty hard.

You dragged him along as fast as you could, but you knew it wouldn't be enough to get you both back before the doors closed.

When you finally managed to get there, your worst nightmare became a reality. They were already closed. The giant crack in the wall going straight up to the top did nothing to ease your nerves.

You pulled Newt's arm off your shoulders and slowly placed him down against the wall beside the door. Afterwards, you sat yourself down on the opposite wall so that you were facing him.

He looked tired, but slowly regaining his senses. "You okay?" you said grimly. In retrospect, it probably didn't matter if he was okay or not, because you were both going to die anyway. Actually, all three of you were.

"Just tired," he mumbled, giving you a weak smile. Then, the smile disappeared and he looked at the ground sadly. "We're gonna die, aren't we?" he asked.

You nodded your head slowly. "Probably."

"You should've left me."

The words came out of your mouth before your brain even had a chance to filter them. "Why would I want to leave the father of my baby?" you asked. Newt's eyes widened, and as soon as you finished talking, yours did too. "That was horrible timing," you said.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in a daze. You nodded meekly and looked at the ground.

"Y– You should've told me! You shouldn't have been running today at all!" he said exasperatedly. You shrugged. What could you do now? A hard look came over his face, and for a moment, you thought he was mad at you for not telling him. But then you noticed how he looked more determined than angry. "We're getting out of here alive. I don't care what it takes, we're having that baby."

Minho:

"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.

"Well, we're just gonna have to come up with one then," he said, smiling with more excitement in his eyes than you'd ever seen before.

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