The boys in the glade all turned to the lift as it made its way up.
Gally glared at Thomas before running with the other boys.
The lift came to a stop and the doors opened up, the boys at the front gasped.
"What the..." Gally said jumping into the lift, picking up a piece of paper off the ground.
'This is Teresa. She's the last one. Ever.'
Gally gaped at the body in front of him.
"What is it Gally?" A voice was heard from the back.
"It's a baby." He whispered to himself.
Gally picked the baby up and handed her to Thomas.
Thomas shook his head and stepped back.
"I don't want it." He said.
Newt sighed, annoyed.
"Give it here." He said taking the sleeping bundle from him.
"Her." Gally corrected him, handing Alby the bit of paper.
Alby read the note then looked to the baby.
"Teresa?" He sighed.
"Thomas, you're in charge of looking after her."
"What?! I can't look after a baby! I don't know how to!" Thomas panicked.
Gally rolled his eyes.
"Well you're gonna have to learn."
"I'll help." Newt volunteered cheerfully.
"You don't have to." Thomas pouted, putting his pinky finger in the palm of Teresa's hand.
"No, it's fine."
"Everyone clear off. Get back to work." Gally ordered. Causing Alby to roll his eyes.
"You boys gonna be alright with her?" He asked Thomas and Newt.
Newt nodded but Thomas shook his.
"I-I can't look after a baby." Stress clear as day in his eyes.
"It's alright, I'll be there to help." Newt said.
"Well, what about the stuff babies need? Pretty sure no one in here can breastfeed her." Thomas groaned.
Alby pointed down into the lift where a box was visible of baby supply's, a few bottles, cloth nappies, a small box of safety pins and other special cloths that were for wiping.
Thomas nodded before Alby walked away, leaving just the 3 of them left.
Newt looked down at Teresa as she started to stir. Moving around and moving her arms over her head. He smiled fondly at her. He always wanted a baby but his... Sexual orientation was a bit of a problem.
Thomas smiled at the way Newt looked at the baby.
"You want one, don't you?" Thomas asked.
Newt looked up.
"Of course I do, who wouldn't."
Thomas frowned.
"Yeah, I guess." He mumbled.
"Well c'mon then. Grab that box down there and let's set up a bed for her."
Thomas nodded and did as he was told, then followed Newt as they made their way to the homestead.
"Where is she going to sleep?" Thomas asked looking around.
"I was thinking in one of the spare hammocks we have free, or share with one of us.
The younger boy bit his lip.
"I'd squish her."
Newt laughed.
"Not if you're aware she's there, you won't. It's alright, Tommy, I'll get one of the boys to make her something."
At that time Gally and Minho walked into the homestead carrying a wooden stand with a mini hammock-like-bed attached.
Gally put it in between Newt's and Thomas' beds.
"There, your baby will sleep between you both." The brute smirked,
walking out of the door.
Minho rolled his eyes and walked over to Newt to have a proper look at the newest addition to the glade.
"How old do you suppose she is?" He asked.
Newt shrugged.
"Maybe a month or 2, I'd say."
Minho nodded.
"Awesome. Well I better get ready to start running. Take care of her." He smiled and winked to the two boys.
It was at that moment their job was put into gear 100%. Teresa let out a cry.
Newt handed her to Thomas then turned to the box of baby supply's.
"Well, here we go. You try to calm her down and I'll grab a bottle." He said, leaving Thomas panicking by his hammock.
Thomas looked around the room.
"Well Shit."