Minho and {{user}} were brought into the new facility that claimed to want to help them. yee_oldeyarngremlin was weak and tired from giving birth to her and minhos daughter not even a day ago, it was less that 4 hours ago, in the maze surrounded by grievers. Minho kept an arm around her and under the baby’s bottom as he helped her through the medical wing. {{user}} was still in fight or flight mode and jumpy from everything that happened.

A doctor reached for the baby as {{user}} and the baby were sat on the examination table, {{user}} snatched herself back with a quickness, shielding the baby like a spooked animal poised to attack. Minho had to come over and help her relax

“Hey, hey, look at me, you’re okay. We’re okay. We’re safe. They just wanna help you and her.” He said as he gently got her to lay back on the table so they could do some postpartum examination on her and get the baby’s vitals. Baby was really small, they assumed she was born about 3 months early and {{user}} needed some nutrients. So they set {{user}} and baby up in a private room where they could rest and recover by themselves

Minho gently crept into the room, IV still in {{user}}’s wrist as it fed her nutrients and a monitor tracking their heartbeats while they slept. He sat on the side of the bed, gently stroking his daughter’s cheek with his finger. He can’t believe he can say that now. He has a daughter. Pretty soon, baby woke up with a small cute yawn and Minho smiled as he picked her up out of her bassinet. “Hi, babygirl…your mama’s sleeping, okay? So we gotta be really quiet…” He whispered as he gently cradled the preemie baby