"Touch her and I will kill you."

Over the course of their...stay... at WCKD, Minho had become fiercely protective of Y/N.
Standing over her sleeping form in their shared cell, he placed himself between her and the veritable army of masked 'doctors'.
Even calling them doctors in his mind felt wrong; that word was reserved for healers, caring and compassionate people who helped others- not monsters who tortured teenagers.
Especially not pregnant ones.

"Subject A7, examinations need to be carried out to ensure the safety of the test subject. You are to be escorted down to Level 23. Comply, and you will not be harmed."

Angered, Minho almost flew at the goons that poured into the room, if not for the light hand that held him back by the shoulder.
"Minho, stop," Y/N's voice was scarily low, her energy clearly sapped, "There's no point. When has fighting back ever worked?"

"But Y/N-"

"No, Minho. I won't let you get hurt again, not for me. They won't hurt me, I still have 2 months till my due date."

Still uneasy about leaving her, Minho's apprehension was clear on his face; so Y/N did the only thing she could think of, and took the lead in leaving the room.

One hand on top of her swollen stomach, Y/N grabbed hold of one of the shorter goons: "If you are making me walk the whole damn way there, you are atleast going to help me."

~time skip~

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

Y/N was confused and pissed off, pregnancy hormones only accentuating her temper. For the past 7 months she had been trapped here, and three times a week, every week, she was taken down the same corridor; two lefts, three rights and an awkward elevator ride from her cell- a pattern she had memorised early on, without really knowing why.
So why in the blazes was she now being taken somewhere else?!

Tearing her arm out of a vice grip, Y/N angrily glared down the guard, demanding "Why are we here?"

"Director Janson requires you see this."
The gruff man spoke before shoving her forwards again, guiding her reluctant form towards what appeared to be a one-way mirror.

"See wha-" Y/N's frustrated words trailed off as she properly looked, saw what she was meant to see.

Minho.
Strapped down to a surgical chair, screaming at terrors that weren't really there.

"What the hell are you doing to him!?" Y/N threw herself at the glass, the guard, anything in sight- viciously trying to claw her way towards the only friend she had here.
"GET OFF ME!" She screeched as the guard trapped her arms to her sides and lifted her off the floor only for 3 more guards to flood the room.

"Leave him alone! Stop it!" She begged now, stressed and helpless tears trying to escape her eyelashes.

Before she could get any more worked up- or kick any more guards for that matter- she felt the bite of a needle, and the fast-acting effects of a strong sedative.
Her flailing body fell limp, and the last thing she felt was rough hands tossing her onto a med cot to be carried away.

~time skip~

She awoke in her cell, lying awkwardly on the bed, evidently having been carelessly handled.
You'd think for a bunch of psychos who wanted to experiment on the baby of 2 Immunes- their words not hers- they'd be a bit more careful with the baby's pregnant mother.
But no, apparently not.

Lifting up her shirt, Y/N inspected the new damage; three more puncture marks stared at her from her swollen belly, the stretched skin simply making them more obvious.
Panic and fear threw bile into her throat.
Quickly swallowing her disgust back down again, Y/N pushed away all the unhelpful thoughts that ate at her brain every time this happened.

What are they doing to me, to my baby?
Where is Newt? Is he even still alive? Is he searching for us?

What would he think if he knew about his baby?

They had had such little time for their reunion, only together for an evening before WCKD had tore them apart again.

Stop, Y/N. You know these thoughts won't help. Focus on the here and now, on helping yourself as best you can right now.
Focus on helping Minho....
Minho.

Suddenly remembering what she saw, Y/N scrambled around the dimly lit room, searching desperately for her friend, "Minho?! Minho are you there?"

"Yeah," a soft whisper came from behind her, "I'm here Y/N. How you feeling?"

Pivoting to look at him, she saw he had been leaning against the only cot in the room- the one he had insisted she sleep on- head bowed and eyes red.
It was apparent he had been watching over her as she slept, guarding her as was his routine.

"I'm... ok I guess." She never really knew how to answer that question, "What about you? I saw you, they made me watch it. What did they do?"

She didn't want to pry, simply wanted him to talk to her. Trust and rely on her as she trusted and relied on him.

Sighing, he moved closer to her, still knelt on the floor as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Hunched over him, her baby belly restricted her movement, allowing just enough contact that she could envelop his shoulders as he sat his head on her knees.
It was an awkward hug, but one needed by both of them.
"It was some sort of fear simulation. The Maze, Grievers, everything... all at once, and I was helpless. I tried to run, to fight, but I couldn't and I- I was terrified. I couldn't tell it wasn't real. It felt like it lasted for days. Pretty sure it was only a couple of hours."

"I'm sorry Minho." Y/N didn't know what to say, but she tried to comfort him as best she could, "I'm so sorry this is happening to you."

Weakly, he replied, "I'm sorry this is happening to us."

After a silent moment, Y/N suggested, "You should sleep in the cot tonight. It's been a rougher day than usual for you, and I'd feel terr-"

Shaking his head violently, he interrupted her, "No. No way, Y/N. Newt would kill me if he ever found out, and do you really think I'd let a pregnant girl sleep on the floor? No, you're sleeping in the bed, where you always have."

"But Minho-" She tried one last time.

"This is not up for discussion, I'm sorry Y/N." His compassionate eyes blazed in the dim cell, "Moma needs her sleep, and you won't get it on a cold floor."

Submitting, Y/N gave up with a sigh and leaned back onto the bed whilst pulling the cover up.
Just as they were about to fall asleep, she huffed one last rebuttal: "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Yes I do. Now, go to sleep, baby needs her Moma to rest."

"'Her'?" She raised an eyebrow at his confidence in the baby's gender.

"I'm right about this, that baby is a little girl- I can feel it."

"I guess we'll have to think of names soon then."

"Tomorrow maybe," He sounded tired, "Goodnight Y/N."

"Night Minho." She whispered.

~time skip~

A month later and nothing had changed.
They were still trapped, prisoners in the Last City as the doctors called it.
Y/N only had 3 weeks left till her due date now, and the battered and bruised Minho had grown more and more worried.
Neither of them knew what would happen when Lily was born, whether Y/N would get to stay with her or if her daughter would be ripped away from her.
Would WCKD keep Y/N alive? Keep Lily alive? Or did they have everything they needed already? Was time already ticking away until the day where neither mother nor daughter would live?

Minho's torture hadn't stopped either, if anything it had only gotten worse. Every morning, they would drag him from the cell and every evening they would throw him back in, each time more and more fragile. Weaker, yet angrier.

Y/N hadn't been taken to see him during the day after the first time, simply being carted off for more tests under sedation. Her collection of needle scars, and finger shaped bruises along her arms and neck, grew each week.
She may be 8 months pregnant, but she would never stop fighting them.

She had found out the gender last week, and Minho had helped with the name, Lily being a small flame of hope in the dark cell. The grin he wore when he found out he was right about the gender was exponential.

This morning had been no different to their usual routine.
Y/N was now heavily dazed, laying horizontal on a hard table, tubes and monitors attached to her body, as men and women in lab coats swarmed around her; taking samples and tests, anything and everything they could think of.

She had blood under her fingernails today; one of her newer doctors had been foolish enough to get too close, so she had scratched viciously at his face, tearing skin and drawing victorious blood.
To say he had been rough when he subsequently injected her with a sedative would have been an understatement, clearly unhappy at being bested by a pregnant teenager.

Her glazed eyes wandered around the room, her ears only hearing the dim thumping of her own heart as her mind struggled to make sense of her environment.
Her limbs felt heavy, as if made of lead, and she was scared to realise how hard it was becoming to blink.

Just as her eyes were about to stay shut, a loud bang forced them open; two successive thuds followed, sounding suspiciously like bodies falling to the floor.
The guards, she thought.

Muffled yells floated to her ears, and she struggled to differentiate between those of the doctors surrounding her and those of the apparent attackers.

"Maze A subjects... infiltrated... unknown numbers... extraction...." Y/N could piece together a few clipped words from the doctors swarming her.

Whilst they grew steadily louder and more panicked, the yells from outside the door grew too. Y/N, fearing for her safety, began to fight the sedative and managed to flex her muscles.
Focusing on moving her limbs, she began to twist on the table top, pulling against the binding straps.

Frustrated yells and groans crept past her lips as she struggled to escape- towards or away from the door, she still wasn't sure.
Something in her was telling her to get out, that this was a chance for her to escape.

Suddenly, a massive crash was heard, as the door to the theatre was forced open and to the floor; a team of masked men poured into the room, dressed as WCKD guards but pointing their guns at the doctors around her.
Y/N could see 3 guards, but one caught her attention most... there was something oddly familiar about him, as he stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her.

Out of nowhere, Minho ran into the room, also carrying a gun yet still in his WCKD issued scrubs.
Tears of relief poured down her cheek as Y/N saw him. Trying to call his name, all that came out was an unintelligible moan through the plastic gag in her mouth.

"Y/N!" He yelled out in relief, running to her and pulling her free from the restraints. Helping her to sit up, he held her arm as he spoke to her, "Y/N, it's them. The Right Arm came for us, but we have to run now. There's a transport waiting to get us out of here but they can't wait long. I'm sorry, but we have to run now."

Nodding her head slightly was all a dizzy Y/N could manage at that moment. Her eyes were focused on her feet as one arm lay over Minho's shoulder and one hand protected her belly.
She struggled to sit up, but managed to set her feet on the floor and stand eventually.

A choked noise came from one of the soldiers in the room, with a strangled "Y-Y/N?!" following it.

Her head shot up so fast she thought she gave herself whiplash.
"Newt?" She shakily whispered.

Yanking his helmet off, Newt shoved his gun and gear into Thomas' arms as he began to run towards Y/N.
Gathering her into his arms, he embraced her fiercely, cautious about her midriff.
"You're here, oh thank god, you're here!" She cried out with relief, squeezing him to her.

"I love you," he rushed out, as if scared he wouldn't get the chance to say it ever again, "I love you so damn much."

Pulling out of her arms, Newt's face suddenly lost its colour, his eyes widening as he fully processed what he had saw when he entered: an obviously dazed Y/N strapped down to an operating table, with doctors swarming around her removing tubes and wires. She was skinnier than when he had last saw her, her skin more sallow and her hair stragglier, but to Newt she was just as beautiful.
No, the thing that really shocked him- so much so that he had frozen in a stupor in the doorway for 2 minutes- was her stomach.

The swollen baby belly protruded obviously from the flat table and tight binders, as if to scream an obvious truth at him.

"You- you're..." He gulped as he nodded at her midriff, "You're pregnant. Holy shit."

Shaking, Y/N weakly replied, "Yeah, umm... surprise...?"
Her fear of his reaction subsided at the snort that burst from him then, a beaming grin smeared across his lips.

"Sorry to rush you guys, but we need to move now." Thomas' voice cut awkwardly through their moment, bringing them back to reality.

Nodding his head, Newt- who, Y/N noted, looked damn good in that uniform- agreed.
Holding her waist as he hooked her left arm over his shoulder, Newt helped her to move.
Together, they ran through the facility: Thomas leading and Gally taking the back, the pair of them protecting Y/N, Minho and Newt in the centre.

WCKD, and the Last City in general, was in fiery chaos, blaring alarms and swarming people indicating the devastation the Right Arm had caused to get them out.
Reaching the roof successfully, Y/N felt relief flood through her at the sight of the Berg- and the familiar face of Brenda reaching out her hand to help them up.

Gally crawled up first, Jorge flying the Berg as close to the ground as it could safely be.
Minho followed next, before he and Gally both grabbed one of Y/N's arms and hoisted her up gently with the help of a leg boost from Thomas and Newt.

Both Thomas and Newt followed quickly, narrowly escaping the building as it crumbled to dust below them.
Collapsing to the floor of the Berg, the group of young adults grouped together, simply taking comfort in each others presences as they allowed their adrenaline to fall once again.

The steady whirr of the Berg's engines ran through Y/N's bones, announcing something to her that she hadn't yet noticed:
The dripping wetness on her thighs.

Her water had broken.
Oh shit.

As if for ironic timing, the first pang of shooting pain tore through her stomach just then, resulting in her hunching over at the waist, and squeezing Newt's hand.

"Y/N? Love? What's wrong?" His panicked voice called out as he sat up and rubbed her back, letting her squeeze his hand.

Breathing in and out through gritted teeth, Y/N allowed the pain to pass before leaning back against her boyfriend's shoulder: "The baby..."
She swallowed, before looking over at Minho as a look of realisation dawned across his face.
"The baby is coming."

~time skip~

The hours following that particular revelation were spent in what could only be described as organised chaos.

Minho flew into overprotective brother mode, constantly worried that WCKD were following them, and doing scans of the Berg for unwanted guests.

Brenda and Jorge froze for about 2 minutes before rushing to the cockpit and flying like their lives depended on it- which, when Y/N thought on it, may have been slightly true for her and Lily.

Thomas and Gally stared at her, jaws almost dusting the floor, before they too moved, and scampered around the Berg, desperately searching for towels, painkillers, probably even a doctor or 'How To Give Birth' manual- Y/N would have laughed at one point if not for the pain.

Newt looked as if he would throw up, his face the picture of panic and fear.
After about 5 minutes of statute silence, Y/N's groans of pain manged to kick him into gear and he began preparing a space for her.

Towels were laid across the floor for her to lie on and a large cloth was draped over her knees.
She rested back against Newt, who was the ever steady pillar of support, love and strength.

3 hours into labour, and with ever growing painful contractions, Y/N felt the instinct to push kick in.
What followed was 20 minutes of unspeakable pain, roaring screams and a scary amount of blood.

Laying on the floor of the Berg, Y/N was covered in a sheen of sweat as Newt stroked her hair back and held her hand.
Brenda and Gally knelt at her legs, carefully watching for the baby to come, whereas Minho and Thomas paced protectively at her side, like worried animals.
Just as she gave  one  final tremendous push, Y/N dropped back against Newt, all her energy exerted and the blood loss sapping her.

Her family swarmed around her as a commotion at her legs began. Lily was out, but Y/N wouldn't even hear her first cries.
Just as she began to reach out her arms to hold her daughter, a darkness quickly swallowed her hearing and vision, severe blood loss pulling her into unconsciousness.

~time skip~

The first thing she was aware of was the soft swooshing of the ocean, the second was the soft fabric beneath her.

Battling to open her eyes, she squinted as the harsh sunlight struck her, but managed to blink them open.
As the blinding light cleared, she became aware that she had no idea where she was; beginning to panic slightly, she subconsciously reached out a hand to touch her belly, only to remember exactly what had happened.

Now panicked for a different reason, she clumsily sat up, dragging her feet to the floor beneath her, desperate to know if her daughter was ok.
With a strained plea for the one person she trusted to tell her the truth, Y/N stood up as she called for "Newt!".

Just as she saw his tall form enter the hut she was in, the world suddenly tilted as a wave of dizziness and nausea struck her forcefully. Clasping at her head, she tumbled forward just as Newt clasped her by the shoulders and steadied her.
"Woah there. You shouldn't be standing up so quickly. You lost a lot of blood Y/N, you need to rest."

Before Y/N had fully opened her mouth to reply, Newt interrupted knowing exactly what she was about to ask, "Lily is fine," he continued with a smile, "Minho is looking after her for the minute. Told me what happened, and her name."

Finally able to breathe properly since she awoke, Y/N smiled as he spoke.
"Do you like it?" She asked, worried he wouldn't like the name.

Grinning, he whispered "It's perfect," before kissing her forehead.

Thinking for a moment, Y/N sat up once again, resisting Newt's hand at her shoulder: "I have to see her, Newt. Please, I have to. WCKD... they, they... experimented on me, on us. I have to know for myself. Please, let me see my baby."

His eyes still held fragile worry, and his face twisted in anger as she spoke of WCKD had done, but after a moment he held a reliable hand out: "Come on then. Hold on to me, and just take it slow, okay?"

Nodding, she allowed him to lead her out of the tent and down to a picturesque beach.
Standing just at the ocean's edge was Minho, who twisted towards them to reveal the small bundle of cloth in his arms.

Happiness and adrenaline fuelled Y/N as she suddenly sprinted the rest of the way, only slowing down in time to stop before Minho.

Unblinkingly, she held his gaze as she spoke: "Thankyou Minho. For everything."

"For you, little sister? Anything." He replied as he carefully set Lily in her arms.
Stoically, he took a step back to give mother and daughter some privacy.

Y/N's voice broke as she spoke to the baby in her arms for the first time- her baby- "Hi Lily, I-I'm your Moma. I love you so much."

Gracefully, Y/N spun around to face Newt before walking towards him, holding their daughter.
"Newt, meet Lily, our daughter." She half-teased as she held her out to him.

Uncertainly, he reached out, only for his stammering heart to calm the instant he held his baby girl. "Hi, love." He whispered.

"I love you, both," Looking back up, he held one arm out for Y/N to snuggle against his side, "so much."

The small little family stood that morning, watching the first beautiful sunrise bleed across the Safe Haven.
Newt, Y/N and Lily were soon joined by Minho, only for Thomas, Brenda, Gally and Jorge to follow.

Y/N was finally home.
And nothing would ever tear her family apart again.

A/N:
Hi!!! 😁
So here's part two, I hope you guys enjoy it! 😅
Sorry for all the slow updates across my work, but over the course of my very short career on Wattpad, (1 year this month), I have come to accept that I am not a fast writer. Woops. 😬

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