The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
Newt adjusted the tablecloth for the third time. Y/N lit the candles. Hope Wilde stood on a chair, wearing a glitter crown and holding a spoon like a scepter.
"This is a royal summit," she declared. "I expect snacks."
Newt sighed. "It's dinner, not a coronation."
Hope pointed dramatically. "Then why do I feel majestic?"
Y/N kissed her cheek. "Because you are."
🧓👵 The Arrival
There was a knock.
Y/N's mother stepped in first, eyes wide, hand over her heart. "Is that...?"
Hope blinked. "Are you my grandma?"
Newt's parents followed, stunned into silence.
Hope hopped off the chair and curtsied. "I'm Hope Wilde. I like chaos, microphones, and emotionally manipulating adults with my cuteness."
Y/N's mother burst into tears.
Newt's father laughed. "She's definitely yours."
🍽️ The Dinner Scene
They sat around the table—Gladers, survivors, parents, and one tiny queen.
Stories flowed like wine.
Y/N's mother told tales of Y/N as a child—how she used to climb trees and name them.
Newt's mother shared how he once tried to organize his toys by emotional value.
Hope interrupted constantly.
"Did you know I once held a trial in the Glade?" "Minho cried when I impersonated him." "Thomas is scared of goats. I made that happen."
Newt's father leaned in. "She's a legend."
Y/N smiled. "She's our legend."
🧠 The Quiet Moment
After dessert, Hope fell asleep on the couch, curled up with her glitter crown slipping off.
Y/N sat beside her mother, eyes soft. "I didn't think she'd ever meet you."
Her mother held her hand. "She's everything you survived for."
Newt stood with his father, watching Hope snore.
"She's wild," Newt said.
His father nodded. "She's Wilde."
🌅 Final Scene
Later, Y/N and Newt tucked Hope into bed.
"She told your mum she's going to be president of the Glade," Y/N whispered.
Newt smiled. "She already is."
They stood in the doorway, watching her sleep.
Y/N leaned into him. "Do you think they understand?"
Newt kissed her temple. "They don't have to. They love her. That's enough."
And for the first time in a long time, the house wasn't quiet.
It was full.
