Newt imagines 2

The Gladers

Hi guys, sorry I've been so inactive lately, I seem to have lost all ability to write. Which is probably why this one is quite so bad. But thank you for all your votes and comments, it all means a lot. Sorry it's so long :/

The sun beamed through the waft curtains, hot and thick with dusty. I yawned, and stretched. This had to be the first lie in I had had since Newt and I moved out of our little room at the Inn. Gosh, that was when Rochefort was around - happily in his grave now. I sat up, turning to my left. The bed was empty, a chill ran through me, that was what it had been for so many years, it was horrible to see it again.
I shook the thoughts away, I remembered where Newt had gone. He had woken up at a ridiculous hour before dawn, all because the king wanted to see his younger - outlawed - brother for breakfast. I rolled out of the cozy sheets and got changed.

The sounds of voices in the kitchen below signalled that the gladers were back. I shrugged on my jacket at the top of the stairs, just listening to them, I didn't care about what they said, it was just their voices I wanted to hear. A smile crept to my face as I heard Newt.
"That was horrible." Newt said, the sound of chair legs scraping on the wooden floor echoed up the staircase.
"Very." He was with Minho, the two of them chatting away. "Where is y/n?"
"I left her in bed this morning, I think there is bread in the cupboard."
I heard footsteps, going back and forth, Minho was pacing. "Have you told her yet?"
I frowned, tip toeing closer to the edge of the step. Told me what?
"Not yet." Newt grumbled.
What has he been keeping from me? I thought the purpose of our love was trusting each other with everything, no secrecy. I felt sick at the back of my throat.
"You have to tell her!" Minho continued.
"Why?" Newt snapped back. "She'll hate me, no one will want to marry me after what I've done. And I don't blame them."
I had to brace myself on the wall, he had cheated. There was nothing else it could be, all the town's women had said he would, said all young guards hired a prostitute or two at war. I had told them they were all wrong, but clearly it was me who was wrong.
"Don't!" Minho snapped, he sounded angry, more angry than I had ever heard him. "She loves you. She deserves to know!"
I heard a grumble from Newt. I had to hold a hand over my chest to calm my rapid breathing. I hadn't thought Newt was capable of betraying me quite so badly.
"Newt." Minho sounded full of caution now. "Shank, only she can fix it, you have to tell her."
There was a sniffle, another grumble. "Fine, I'll do it. But alone."
Unable to simply stand and listen for a moment longer I marched down the stairs, chin held high, hising the fact that somewhere within me, the little girl was weeping. I stomped over to the sink, grabbing a pan. Oh, their baffled faces, I could whack them both across the face with this pan.
"Morning y/n." Minho beamed, bowing hat off head to me.
I smiled to him. "Good morning Minho, breakfast will be ready soon."
Minho sighed relieved and went off to inform the others. Leaving me alone with Newt.

"Morning love." Newt said, watching me as I poured hot water into a large tub and grabbed the bar of soap.
I turned to him and just stared. I wondered if war prostitutes were better than me? They probably were. He was probably missing her.
Newt got up to his feet, his limp more emphasized now than before. "Y/n. Is everything alright?" He hobbled over to me, his hand laying across my hip.
I took a deep breath and smiled. "Yes, still a bit dazed from my lie in is all."
Newt chuckled. "Enjoy it?"
I genuinely grinned. "Maybe." Newt chuckled deeper, pressing his lips to my forehead.
I pushed him back slightly. I didn't want to mention it, I didn't want this happy time to end, because it would only end badly. "I have a breakfast to make and lots of hungry glader bellies to feed." I poked him in the stomach.
He didn't laugh though, straining himself to make it back to his seat. It did concern me, the way his ankle was paining him far too much. "Why is your leg bad?" I asked, grabbing the loaves of bread I cooked last night, sawing off slices.
"This morning bunged it up." He said, falling back into his chair. It was like his known chair since he returned, all the greenies knew to avoid it. I reckon he chose it because it had the best seat for viewing the entire kitchen - for watching me work.
"What happened? I thought it was a simple collect and deliver."
Newt sighed, stretching out over the seat. "It was, but the King's brother, Gaston, fell off his horse so we took him into the nearest inn." Newt rubbed his chin. "He said he was robbed and killed three of the old war heroes. The king won't even see justice done."
My eyes went wide and I cursed aloud. "Stupid."
"Very." Newt agreed.