Glader Baby (TMR Fanfic)

Two || "Mama Newt!"

"A baby?! What's a baby doing in there?!" Thomas' voice broke the silent atmosphere.

The gladers erupted into small mutters, all questioning why a baby was sent up from the box. Newt bent down and scooped up the small baby, wrapped in sky blue blankets, his arms and carefully stepped out of the box. Something in him, like a natural human instinct, made him bounce the baby in his arm while shushing softly. Soon, the baby stopped his crying.

"I think it's asleep. Someone get down there and empty the box. I'll get this little bloke up to the Homestead. One of you med-jacks meet me there." Newt ordered. Immediately, the gladers got to work.

Alby looked at Newt with a raised eyebrow. "Don't forget who's the leader around here, boy." Alby said, his arms crossed across his chest.

Newt, still swaying the baby in his arms slowly, looked at Alby and pursed his lips. "Yes, but don't forget who's got the baby. I doubt you could last a minute with this greenie." Newt said. The corners of his lips lifted a bit.

"I bet I could!" Alby said with a slight glare. "I've taken care of all greenies and everything worked out okay!"

"The greenies were our age and size, Alby. This is a baby. Babies are different. Besides, I'm second-in-command. I can take care of the greenie too." Newt said, his voice ending up in a softer tone.

"Give the baby to me. I can take care of him. I am the leader!" Alby said as he walked towards the baby. Thomas and Minho looked at their two leaders. They sounded like a divorced couple fighting on who keeps the baby. Thomas snickered.

"Something funny, shank?" Alby said, his head turned to look at Thomas.

"Nope. Nothing funny." Thomas answered. Although inside he was laughing his skinny figure off.

"Newt's right, Alby." Minho said, eyeing the baby. "You can't take care of this greenie. Let Newt take care of him." Minho looked at Alby with a serious face.

Alby scowled and turned to face Newt. "Give the baby to me and I'll show you who can take better care!" Alby demanded. Newt sighed at his leader's stubbornness. He reluctantly passed the baby into Alby's arms. As soon as the baby felt the loss of Newt's warmth and replaced with Alby's hard rock figure, it started to cry.

Alby's eyes widen and Thomas started to laugh. Alby tried to copy Newt's action, swaying the baby and shushing softly, yet the baby only cried harder. Seeing this, Thomas only started to laugh harder and even Minho started to chuckle.

Newt chuckles as well. "See, Alby? You can't even calm the lovin' baby down!" Newt said, a grin plastered on his face.

Newt carefully took the baby into his arms and swayed the baby, bouncing a bit. He hummed a soft tune and soon enough the baby stopped crying and was calm again.

Newt looked at Alby with a smug smile. "Newt's become a shucking mother!" Thomas said with a snicker.

"Mama Newt! That's what we should call him from now on!" Minho joked.

"Real funny, you two." Newt said, rolling his eyes and walked towards the Homestead. There, Clint, was waiting for him. A small bed was set up with a table next to it. On the table was a letter and a sky blue bag with a funny looking lions, giraffes, and airplanes on it. How did Newt remember such animals, he had no clue,  but he knew that they were called that.

"They had this there, as well as other baby stuff in boxes. I think they're called diapers. We also had boxes of other things like baby food and milk but in powder form. Funny things, these baby stuff." Clint said as Newt laid the baby down on the bed.

The baby gargled and reached out for Newt. "No, no. It's time for a check up, little man." Newt said to the baby in a soft voice. The baby didn't understand what he was saying, Newt knew that. But, the baby smiled as if he did understand. Clint looked at the pair withe amusement.

"We'll get him settled down near to where I sleep. He seems to like me more than the rest of the shanks here." Newt said, a hint of fondness laced his voice.

Newt didn't know why but from the moment he first held the baby  in his arms he felt a strong connection. He suddenly felt that he was not only responsible for the fragile little boy, but protective. As if the little bloke was his baby brother. Well, now that he's here, a baby but glader nonetheless, he'll be everyone's baby brother.

"There was a book about babies somewhere in there." Clint mentioned to Newt as he started to give the baby a check up, the baby's eyes wide aand curious.

Newt nodded, walking over to the pile. He rummaged around and eventually found a pile of books. They were mostly story books for the baby, but one was different. He picked up the different book and realized that it was the book that Clint had mentioned. Huh, a bloody manual guide.

"Hey, Mama Newt. Little shank dropped this." Thomas' voice filled the room. Newt turned around to see Thomas and Minho at the door, entering the room. Thomas was waving a little blue teddy bear around.

"He still hasn't got a name. I think we should name him after the bravest and most handsome man out there." Minho said, the corners of his lips rising to a small smirk. "Me. He should be named Minho Jr."

Thomas scoffed. "You mean Thomas Jr."

"No, Minho Jr. I am the running God. We know this. Besides, don't we all agree that I am the most sexiest man alive? Don't you want the baby to be sexy too?" Minho reasoned. It was quite obvious the pair was having one of their unimportant playful banter.

"You're describing me, Minho." Thomas tutted.

"Hel-"

"Language! Minho, you are in the presence of a baby." Newt interrupted Minho sternly. Minho rolled his eyes and Thomas snickered. "Besides he's already got a name." Newt held up a peice of paper that was put in between the front cover and first page of the baby book.

"Those shuckfaces gave him a name? Least they were nice enough to do that." Minho muttered.

"What's his name?" Thomas asked, looking at Newt reading the paper for the third time since he has discovered the paper.

"Corbyn."

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WHADDAAPPP MA GLADERS????

YO IT IS MOII

I IS BACKKKK

yo happy new years to everyone ITS 2019~!

Sorry for the hold up  on the story, I got busy with school and life. Yeah, that's right I'm not a loner!! *stands up proudly*

SO BABY CORBYN GETTING ALL COMFY WITH NEWT RIGHT?!
WE ALL LOVE HIM SO FAR..

IT'D BE SUCH A...
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SHAME
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IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN~

*Cackles maniacally and then chokes on air*

Btw, i totally didn't edit this so oops BAHAHHAHA

Anywhoossss, until next time shanks! *winks unattractively*