As the next few days had passed, everything seemed more familiar between Newt and Thomas. Whether it was Newt's smile or Thomas' laugh, or the way they did certain things.
'Kinda like 'Deja Vu.' Newt sighed.
"I need to stop thinking about it." He mumbled to himself.
"Sorry? What'd you say?" Thomas asked, feeding Teresa.
"Oh nothing. Just talking to myself." Newt replied. Going back to cutting at the firewood.
Thomas would stare longingly at the blonde when no one was looking. His heart fluttered when they made eye contact.
"Want me to get you some lunch?" Thomas asked when they heard frypan whistle loudly to beckon everyone to get food.
Newt nodded tiredly.
"Thanks Tommy." He said taking Teresa from Thomas' hands.
Gally stared at the blonde, Studying the way Newt's eyes lit up with protectiveness and awe as he held the baby, and he didn't miss the glance the blonde made to Thomas' butt as he walked away either.
Gally raised his eyebrows and smirked, walking to the blonde boy as he still stared after Thomas.
"Like what you see?" He chuckled, snapping Newt from his daydream.
"Shut up, Gally." Newt snapped.
"How's your girlfriend going? He seems a little... Emotional at times."
"Just lack of sleep, I guess. I dunno, he doesn't wake me up to make a bottle anymore." Newt frowned.
"Maybe he's got postnatal depression. He did get a baby forced in his arms after all."
Newt shrugged, trying to dismiss the conversation. But he could help look over to the brunette who was talking to Alby.
Newt could tell by Thomas' slump posture and the way he hid his eyes, that something was wrong.
He turned his head back to Teresa when Thomas made his way back over.
"Everything okay?" Newt asked, noticing Thomas' wet eyes and long frown.
Thomas nodded his head, handing over a plate for Newt.
"Yeah. Everything's fine." He whispered, clearing his throat.
Newt nodded unconvinced.
He studied the way Thomas picked at his food, not really eating it, but moving it around.
He was about to ask if he was okay when Alby and Gally walked over to the pair.
"Your both being released of your baby-duty for the rest of the day." Alby said picking up Teresa and handing her to Gally.
"What?! Why?!" Newt stood up, ready to snatch Teresa from the brute's arms. He was overly protective of her, he might as well be her father.
Alby turned to the brown haired boy sitting down.
"Thomas." He said, expecting the boy to give an explanation.
But he didn't expect Thomas to tear up and walk away.
"Hey Thomas! I was talking to yo-" Alby stopped talking when he realised the younger boy wasn't going to stop.
Gally looked to newt and nodded to Thomas as if to say 'follow him, dumbass'
Newt rolled his eyes at Gally but followed Thomas anyway.
"Tommy?" Newt said hen he met up with him.
Thomas sniffled and whipped his tees away.
"I'm sorry-I just- I didn't- she never stops crying, I can't ever make her happy-I'm-I'm going to..." Thomas panicked.
"Hey! It's okay." He said it to comfort Thomas, but he didn't mean it. Teresa was his kid- their kid. No one else could take her away.
Thomas sniffled again and turned to newt.
"I start running in the maze tomorrow." Thomas said.
"Alby said it'll be good to have a break from 'Mother duties'" Thomas snarled at the words.
Newt glared at him.
"What about Teresa? She needs to be taken care of!" He snapped.
Thomas flinched at the blonde's raised voice.
"I-I- Alby- Gally is going to take care of her, I think."
"Gally? Gally?! He can't take care of our- of Teresa!"
Thomas raised an eyebrow.
"Our?" He asked.
"You know what I mean, Thomas." Newt blushed.
"Yeah I do, you feel it too, don't you?" He questioned.
"Like she really is ours. Like we've taken care of her before. I mean come ON Newt, she has my coloured hair and she looks JUST like you!"
Newt shook his head.
"We're both boys, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know, but what-what if they-" Thomas was cut off.
"Just forget it, Thomas!" Newt yelled.
Thomas turned his head.
'Maybe I am just being an idiot, be doesn't feel a familiarness like I do' he thought to himself before walking away.