The Maze Runner Preferences & Imagines

Baby In The Glade

Minho: Your daughter was just the second girl in the Glade and Minho was just as protective with her as he was with you. "No one touches my daughter without asking, no one holds her without asking, and no one messes with her without asking. You dont' follow my rules and you're going to think that me being pissed at you shanks was bad before, will be nothing now. I'll make it hurt. So, we're all going to respect and cherish my daughter, alright?" "She's a baby, you know that right?" Thomas asked and Minho sighed. "Yes i know that slinthead, i'm just protective alright?" Thomas smirked and slapped Minho on the back. "We understand, now go help (YN) with your baby girl, she probably already misses her daddy."

Newt: With a med jack at your feet, another just a few steps away ready to clean the baby once it was born and Newt right by your side you couldn't wait for this baby to come out. "Almost over?" you whimpered and Newt nodded. "Yeah, almost over." He looked at the med jack then. "Do you see the baby yet?" The med jack nodded just a baby began to cry. "From what the creators sent, i believe this is a boy." They began to clean up your newborn son and handed him to Newt who leaned into your side. "He looks healthy, (YN). The first ever baby in the glade, you'll never be alone buddy boy."

Thomas: It had been just one day after you had your baby girl when Newt and Alby wanted to send Thomas back into running the maze, Thomas wasn't having it. "(YN) just had my baby, let me spend a few days with them and then i'll go back out. I'm not making (YN) try to figure out this baby business by herself." Newt finally nodded. "Fine, two days, Tommy boy, then you're back out running, got it?" Thomas nodded and went back to where you were with the baby. "How long?" "Two days." You handed him your daughter. "Better make the best of it then."

Gally: "Oh he's having the time of his life crying, isn't he?" Gally complained to Newt and Alby and Thomas and Minho outside the homestead where you were with your newborn son who was making sure that everyone knew he was there. "He's your son, sounds just like you." Thomas said with a grin and Gally just glared at him. "Shut it, shank." It was Minho's turn to be sarcastic. "Oh, we dont' want mini Gally to learn that kind of language do we? Or do we want it to be his first words?" Gally stood up and walked into where you laid with your crying son. "Are you going to help now Gally or do you just want to complain some more?"