The morning, something Newt looked forward to. Though he was older than most of the boys, he had a silenced fear of the dark, more like what lingers in it. Now that he was responsible for Lamb too, it made it hard to show fear. He had to be strong. For her. Newt felt as if he needed to step up, a feeling he knew he felt before. The morning dew was caked on the meadow of the Glade. The air was crisp, and refreshing. He loved these days. Nothing too out of the ordinary. He was out in the field, alongside Chuck, Zart, and Winston, gathering the crops from the latest selections of vegetables. He kept an eye on Lamb, who was resting on a blanket near the edge of the garden. She was playing with various wicker and wooden toys that the boys had made her, her favorite being a sheep carved by Gally. The girl changed everyday. She matured in some way. Now she was able to spout words and noises, and could almost say the names for the Gladers. Of course, the first one she said was 'Newt'. Newt loved her, more than anything he had ever loved before, at least from what he could remember. The small girl had a look of worry and turned her head to Newt, a toothy grin creeping across her face as soon as she found him. He mimicked her, scrunching his nose, "Ello, Lamby! I'm over here!"

She babbled loudly, her arms going up in the air, tiny fingers grabbing at the sky. Shepherd recently had become infatuated with clouds. It was rather cute to say the least. Winston, Chuck, and Zart glanced over as well, smiling. All the boys also loved having her around. With Lamb, the Glade seemed more hopeful. They had a purpose now. If anything, Shepherd had parents somewhere. She had a whole life to live. The boys had to get her out. That gave motivation to the runners. They had to make the world safe for her. Approaching the child, Wintson knelt down on a knee in front of her. Immediately, Lamb collapsed into his body, giggling loudly. All of the boys were her bodyguards now, and her personal playmates. The year she had been there had been the most special, for sure.

Hoisting the child up, Winston swung her around, then tossed her up and down. Lamb ate that up, and squealed, causing Newt to raise his eyebrows and smile. She always brought that out in him. He dropped his bag of crops, and went over, gesturing for Winston to pass her over. He wanted his baby. Almost on cue, an ear piercing sound rang through the Glade, gears rattling together. Supplies were on their way up, but even after a year, Lamb never got used to the noise. Luckily, Winston had passed her over before she started wailing. He never did well with her outbursts.

"Thanks, shuck", Newt mumbled sarcastically, now cradling the toddler in his arms, "Now, Lamb, the sound is a good thing, remember? That means we get another baby goat, yeah? You love goats!"

He repeated this almost every time the box came up, but still she panicked. Loud cries echoed from her lips as Lamb practically buried herself into Newt's grasp. He stayed still as the other boys gathered around the elevator, revealing another boy - one with dark hair, pale skin, and a bulky stance - Thomas.

Peering into the center of the small cradle, Thomas's eyes softened. The baby was just a few moments old and born into a world of violence, but he knew that he adored her, no matter the alternate motives of how and why she was created. He could already tell that she had his nose. Teresa had appeared behind him as he stared, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "We should give her a name."

Thomas glanced over to her, giving a half smile, "She does have a name. Ava said we have to call her Project M… Maybe a nickname?"

"What kind of name is that? No child of mine will have a boring name", Teresa scowled, leaning back to look at the newborn child, offering a teasing smile.

"Teresa, you know she isn't ours. Not really."

"It's nice to think about."

He rested into the girl's grasp, huffing softly as his gaze kept on their illegitimate child, "I like the name Max… One of the kids that went into the Maze recently was named Max."

Teresa just nodded, peering at the baby too. The infant was cuddled in a mess of blankets, asleep in a cradle within the walls of the facility. She was so little, too small for the aggressive world around her. She would be the one to save it though.

"Max is a cute name… Maxine? Project M…"

"I love it."

The male teased a smile, looking down to the baby. His daughter.