Love, Newt

Chapter 7- Escaping WICKED

I spit out the last of my toothpaste and rinsed off my toothbrush. I grabbed a wash rag and cleaned my face before patting it dry with a towel. Then, I made my bed and got under the blankets. I felt movement in my tummy and I smiled to myself. I raised the covers and saw it moving.

Before I put the covers back down, the door swung open and Thomas stepped in with a launcher in hand. His face softened and tears brimmed his eyes when he saw the baby kicking. He came over and put his hands softly on my tummy.

"I'm sorry, Ameels, I'm so sorry!" He wailed.

"Thomas. Thomas chill out." I grabbed his shoulder and made him look at me. "What is it?"

"I-I-" He shook his head and buried his face in my shoulder.

"Thomas, chill out." I rubbed his back and let him cry.

"Thomas, what's taking so long?" Minho ran in and stopped when he saw the scene.

"Hey Minho." I wispered.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Thomas, do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" He lifted his head up and wiped his tears.

"It's Newt. He's-"

"Oh." I looked down and felt tears roll down my cheeks. "Well, what did you come for?"

"We're taking you to the Right Arm while we get the rest of the kids from the maze. You're gonna go through a flat trans and escape WICKED forever."

"Okay." I stood up and grabbed my knife from under my bed and went to the door.

"Hey, we need to talk." Gally said quietly.

"Yea." I agreed. Since he knew about the baby, he decided that I was better off without him and I agreed.

"Listen here," Thomas squeezed through Minho and Sonya. "You guys are going to the maintenance room," I smiled since he said you guys referring to the baby. "That way this stinker is safe and we'll be there shortly."

"Alright." I nodded.

"Oh and Newt would kill me if I didn't do this." He handed me a piece of paper with my name on it. "Read it when you feel like you can."

"Thank you." I smiled and hugged him.

"Now, let's blow this popsicle stand." Thomas grinned and we went to the maintenance room.

I saw a gray wall like the one I fell in and came here from. Thomas patted my back reassuringly and I stepped through the icy wall.

Third POV

After Amelia walked through the Flat Trans, Thomas smiled to himself knowing that her and the baby are safe now. He turned around and went back to the group and they made their way to the maze.

They made it to the Glade and Thomas looked around at all the children, even babies. One of the small children stood out to him. He couldn't have been older than two, but Thomas got caught in his bright green eyes and sandy brown hair.

"Thomas." Amelia hissed. "What are they gonna do to Parker?"

"Nothing for as long as I'm here." Thomas held the newborn in his arms.

"What about when they do the Swipe?"

"They're not doing it on me remember?"

"I love you, Thomas."

"I love you, too Amelia."

Thomas stumbled back and Minho grabbed his shoulder. "He isn't-"

"He is." Thomas nodded.

Parker was the perfect mix between his parents. He had some features like his father: Sandy, brown hair, long, slender fingers and toes, and his long eyelashes. He also had some of Amelia's features, too: Bright, green eyes, short stature, and a nose just a little big for his face. The only feature that was his own was the pointy ears on the sides of his head because Thomas and Amelia had round ears.

"So, you two were together before the maze?" Minho asked.

"Yea." Thomas distantly answered, keeping his eyes on the little boy. He inched closer and squatted to his level. "Hi, I'm Thomas."

"Dad da." He grinned Amelia's grin and Thomas let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Yes, that's me." Thomas nodded as he hugged the boy.

Thomas and Parker's moment was soon interrupted by a loud crack. Thomas picked him up and everyone started screaming and they all filed out of the maze little by little. No one stopped running until they got out of the griever chute and the griever pods started opening.

Thomas beat almost every one of them until the last one. Teresa jumped in it and almost suffocated. Thomas tore the thing out of it and it fell into a pile of blubber and Teresa thanked him before they ran out into the main facility.

They ran down to the maintenance room, but Thomas knew it was too easy. After getting everyone through, Janson and some more WICKED employees stood in front of Thomas, Minho, Teresa, Gally, Brenda, Jorge, and some stragglers from the maze.

They all fought someone, but Thomas and Janson best the living shuck out of each other. At one point Thomas go a hold of Janson and crushed his neck. He kept squeezing and Minho had to pull him off. They struggled to get to it, but when  they did, they jumped through the icy gray wall.

Amelia's POV

I heard ruckus from the shed and immediately jumped up from watching the ocean. I ran to the shed and pulled the door open only for oceans of kids to come through. When I saw babies and small kids, I searched the crowd for a certain sandy haired boy with green eyes.

After everyone came out I noticed Frypan and Sonya. I hugged each of them and waited anxiously since I didn't see my son.

I know what you're wondering: how does a teenager have a two year old son? Well, she was in love with Thomas and they both wanted to rebel against WICKED, so they did the do and didn't know that would happen, but they both love him equally.

I kept my eyes on the door and it swung open. Minho came out with a little boy on his hip and he came straight to me.

"I believe you have someone to introduce me to." Minho obviously forced his smirk as Parker reached out calling "Mama."

"Hey baby!" I cried as I pulled him close to me and held his head. "Mommy's so sorry. She loves you very much and didn't mean for any of this to happen to you."

"I wuv you mommy." Parker pulled away and pressed a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

"Aww, I love you, too." I grinned really big and hugged him again.

The shed door opened again and Thomas walked through. He instantly came to Parker and I and hugged us both. I looked out of the corner of my eye and waved Minho over to join the hug.

I may have lost the love of my life. I may have not even had a childhood. And I may have just the best friends ever and that's all I ever need.