This is a long chapter because I'm really nice like that. Sorry about the late update, I have been busy.
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Sam
"The new rules established, and agreed on are: 1. Never to harm or to pester in a sexual way to you or your baby, anyone seen pestering or provoking you will be thrown in the slammer for a week - one meal a day. 2. Help and be friendly to you guys, if you are seen struggling then a Glader will help you. 3. Do not swear when the baby is around - not even our slang that we use around here, threats included. These rules go along with our other permanent ones. Sam you never have to work again, if you want you can help out but please be careful." Alby explains. Me and Minho nod our heads. "Good that, we are having a fire for our new greenie at seven."
"Good that." Minho agrees, smiling down at my small frame.
"I'll still help out though, I like being a medjack." I smirk, and Minho sighs.
He then turns to me, "I love you."
"I love you too," I roll my eyes, a smile plastered on my face.
A wail interrupts mine and Minho's small conversation. I look over to Thomas and the baby, "Oh my God! Help me Sam! THE BABY IS CRYING!" Thomas starts to freak out. Looking down at Baby Alex with a panicked expression. A crowd of Gladers starts to form around us.
I chuckle quietly to myself, walking over to Alex and Thomas. I take Alex from Thomas's arms and cradle him in my embrace. "Whats wrong baba? Are you hungry?" I coo.
Frypan rushes over. "You said hungry, Does he want a kebab?"
"No, no, I think he is alittle small for that. But thanks Fry." I smile. What could a baby eat? Puree? No. Water? Too bland.
Milk. Where would I get milk from?
A cow? Says Thomas in my head. He looks at me confused.
MY BOOBS! I shout back, ignoring his previous answer, in my head.
What the hell? Thomas replies. He looks over to me, his eyebrows raised, I roll my eyes.
"Thats it!" I yell out loud. The crowd of gladers looks at me confused. I blush, "Sorry, I remembered what to feed a baby."
Gladers mutter 'oh' and 'right'. "What do babies eat?" Someone shouts out.
"They drink milk because they dont have teeth." I explain.
"SOMEONE GO AND GET A COW!" Alby yells.
"NO!" I say, "They have a different kind of milk, like special milk."
