It had been six months since Newt had seen his friends. Six long months since he'd seen Thomas or Minho. Six months since he last saw you. The two of you had been an item in the Glade. Even had a little "wedding" before escaping. You'd gone through the Maze and the Scorch together. Newt loved you. He loved everything about you. After six months of recovery, Newt was desperate to return to you.

When Thomas shot him, Newt fully expected to die and he welcomed it. The shot didn't kill him however. When he had closed his eyes, Thomas had also moved the gun slightly and the bullet went into the part of Newt's brain that was infected by the Flare. It didn't kill him, but it did cure him. Unfortunately, it also made him lose his memory for several months. Now, armed yet again with his memories, Newt was ready to be reunited with the young woman he loved.

"Well, I've been shucked!" Minho's voice hit Newt's ears first. Newt's eyes found him and he smiled so widely he though his face might crack. Until that moment, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed his friends. Before Newt could say a word, Minho pulled him into hug. "Don't get any ideas, shank. This will be the only time I get this close to you." Newt turned to Thomas next, who was firmly gripping Brenda's hand. "But, how? How are you alive?"

Newt laughed and said, "You closed your shuck eyes and missed your buggin' target!" He went on to explain what had happened. When he finished his story, his eyes scanned the small crowd around him. "Where's Y/N?" Minho and Thomas exchanged a glance. "Um, Newt? About Y/N..." Newt felt his throat tighten and his breath quicken. "What happened to her?" Thomas kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to figure out how to word his next phrase. Suddenly, your voice carried over the din.

"MINHO!" Newt breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you. At least you weren't dead. You'd made it to Paradise. He was ecstatic to see you alive, but what he saw next left him speechless. Your figure had changed since he saw you last. You were very pregnant.

"MINHO! GET YOUR SHANK BUTT OVER HERE NOW!" Newt watched as Minho's eyes went wide. "Hey, Newt? I'm no expert man, but I think you're about to be a dad." He took off toward you, leaving Newt gaping after him. He couldn't move until Thomas put a hand on his shoulder. "Y/N is having a baby? My baby?"

Thomas took Newt aside. "Listen man, you should probably get in there. She'll probably think she's hallucinating or something but that's your kid." Newt didn't have to be told twice. He took off to the place he'd seen Minho enter with you. There were a thousand thoughts in his head. What if you didn't love him anymore? Maybe you had moved on. You had called for Minho after all. Would he be able to raise a baby with you? More importantly, would you let him? He pushed these thoughts away when he heard you scream.

When he opened the door, he saw you there with a woman he didn't know and Minho. You were crying. "You're going to be fine, Y/N," Newt heard Minho say. "OH SLIM IT YOU SLINTHEAD!" Newt couldn't help himself then. He let out a laugh drawing your attention to him. You instantly paled and looked like you were going to faint. "Newt? Minho, is this a dream?" Minho tried to free the hand that you were clutching. "If it is, then we're dreaming the same thing. Can you let go now and maybe grab that shank's hand?"

Newt made his way over to you. "Hello, love." He grabbed you hand as the tears started to fall from both of your eyes. "Are you really here?" Unable to speak, Newt merely nodded and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Newt, I missed you so much," you whispered before you let out another scream right in Newt's ear. "Ow!" he said before you silenced him with a glare.

Several hours later, you held your baby boy close to your chest. Newt's face held a smile that put the sun to shame. After you and the baby had gotten cleaned up, Thomas entered with Brenda and Minho. "Hey, Y/N. How are you doing?" You gave a small laugh. "I can't really complain, can I? I- we have a son." Brenda walked over to the bed and looked down at the little bundle. "Aw. Does he have a name?" You looked at the three boys in the room and answered softly, "Chuck."

You immediately saw the tears in Thomas and Newt's eyes. You pulled Newt as close as you could with little Chuck in your arms. "I like it. Hey there, Chuck," Thomas cooed. "Alright, that's enough. You better hand him over to his Uncle Minho." You laughed and gently passed the baby over. You laid your head on the pillow for minute before realizing something. You shot up, wincing slightly and turned to Newt. "WHERE ON SHUCKING EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN, SHANK?!"