A/N: Hey guys. New chapter. Bye. Kisses
Andy's P.O.V.
Ok let's think about the possible outcomes of you telling Newt that he's Isaac's father. One. he could hate you and get you banished. Two, he could be overjoyed and want to be with you. Three. He could not want to be a father and he'll shune you.
"You…" The words die on my tongue as I try to figure out the best way to phrase this message.
"Newt! Andy! Where the hell are you guys?" Minho voice comes from outside. Newt looks at the door and rolls his eyes.
"We'll talk about this later, ok?" He asks. Not seeing much of a second choice, I nod my head. Newt smiles at me, stands up and offers me his hand. I smile back at him and slip my tiny hand into his rough and calloused one. We walk out to the sunny Glade just as Minho runs up to us.
"There you guys are! Alby's looking for you two." He says as he tries to catch his breath, which he seems to be struggling with.
"Mate, did you run around the whole Glade looking for us?" Newt chuckles as he puts his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Only a little." Minho gasps out. Both of us start laughing as Minho looks at us with an annoyed look on his face.
"So where the hell is the bloody shank." I can't help but smirk at Newt's use of the Glader's slang.
"Watch tower." Minho points to a large structure that is about as tall as the trees.
"Come on, love." Newt gently takes my hand and we walk over to the massive, and somewhat unstable looking, structure. When we reach the base of the tower, Alby greets us with his scowling face. "Everything alright, Alby." Newt questions.
"Yeah. Just trying to figure out what to do about her." Alby looks at me like I'm some kind of foreign object. Which in a way, I guess I kind of am.
"What do you mean?" Newt's grip on my hand tightens. I glance up at his face to see his jaw is set and he has a pissed look in his eyes.
"We just have to figure out where she's gonna sleep and if she's gonna try out for all of the jobs." Alby notices what I noticed and tries to keep his friend calm.
"She came up in the box, just like any other greenie, so I say that we treat her just like any other greenie. And when it comes to sleeping arrangements, she is Isaac's mother so I think we should put a cot in Isaac's room." I look at him with a surprised look on my face, but when he turns to look at me, I look at the ground. "Is that alright with you?" I nod and Alby sighs.
"Alright, but she is your responsibility. Greenie party at sundown." Alby walks off, probably to get everything ready for tonight.
"Love?" I get lost in my thoughts, only to be pulled out by Newt turning my face to look at him. "Everything'll be fine. I promise." He offers me a genuine smile. I return it with a half smirk of my own. "I have somethings I need to do to get ready for tonight, will you be ok on your own?"
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go stay with Isaac." I look back toward the Homestead
"Alright. I'll come and get you later." He smiles at me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and walk into the Homestead. The entire time I was walking back, I could feel Newt's brown eyes boring into my back. I'll tell him the truth when the time is right. When I enter Isaac's room, I see him standing but the edge of the crib and whining like he wants some attention. I walk over, take him in my arms and slowly begin to rock him back to sleep. He looks at me with eyes that I've only seen on one other person in existence. He looks just like Newt.
"Don't worry, baby. He'll know eventually. But don't worry, I can already tell that he loves you." I whisper to him as I try to put him to sleep. After a few minutes of him not wanting to fall asleep, I decide that drastic times call for drastic measures. I start to hum a simple melody and that seems to be doing the trick. Slowly his eyes begin to close and he falls back asleep. I put him down in his crib and sit in the chair next to him. The realization of how tired I am hits me the very moment I sit down. I curl up on the chair and end up drifting off to sleep, only to be awoken by someone shaking my shoulder gently.
"Love? You alright?" Newt asks me, staring at me with his big chocolate brown eyes that have a glimmer of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes, then I realize that it's dark out. I must have fallen asleep longer than I thought.
"I need to steal you." He smirks at me.
"For?" I ask as I stretch my arms over my head.
"It's a surprise." He takes my hand, pulls me out of the homestead and drags me over to the massive fire pit where every single boy in the Glade is. Everyone is laughing, talking, eating, or wrestling. "Welcome to the Glade, greenie."
"What the hell is this?" I ask as I run my fingers through my hair.
"It's our traditional greenie party. We have one for every greenie that has ever come out of that box." Newt explains as he drags me to the kitchen.
"As much as I appreciate this…" Get out before something happens. "I should really go feed Isaac." I turn to go back toward the Homestead, but Newt steps in front of me and I crash into his solid, muscular chest. He carefully grips both of my arms.
"Already taken care of. You were asleep for a while, sweetheart. Come on, let's get you some food." He continues to guide me to the kitchen. After we get our food, we sit down by a log that's a little farther away from everyone else and Newt hands me a drink.
"What the hell is that?" I cautiously ask as I put down my plate.
"Just trust me." He pushes the jar closer to me. I take a deep breath and take a large sip of the mystery drink. As the liquid slides down my throat, it leaves a burning sensation. Once I swallow it completely, I start to cough. "You alright?" Newt laughs as he gently pats my back.
"Yeah." Once the burning ceases, it's actually pleasant. "It's not bad, actually." I take three more huge gulps of the liquid. Suddenly Newt takes the jar away from me and places it on the other side of him.
"Take it easy. Don't want you completely wasted." He laughs. I knew there was something familiar about the taste. Alcohol… Of course. I can feel the effects of the drink starting to take hold of me. I giggle and lean my head against his shoulder. I half expect him to stiffen up and shake me off of him, but he chuckles, takes my hand in his, and begins to play with my fingers.
"You remember earlier how you asked me what kind of relationship we had before the maze?" I suddenly say. Apparently my mouth and my brain are not on the same wavelength at this current time.
"Yeah." He absentmindedly responds to the question.
"Well to answer your question, we had an amazing relationship." You seriously need to stop.
"In what regards?" He asks.
"Well you know that baby that came up here a month ago?" Man, that drink is powerful.
"I believe so." He chuckles.
"Well he's your kid." I blurt out before thinking it through.
"What?" He asks me. Suddenly my vision darkens and I pass out.
