Wilbur had never been one of the people who desired children, he was perfectly happy with being able to be a parental figure but he wasn’t sure he’d be a good father, so he avoided the concept of children, and marriage.

He was always worried about not being good enough, plus he was always busy with music and he wanted to start up streaming again, he was worried sick. It didn’t help either that Shelby had completely over exaggerated their relationship on the internet.

He was enjoying a quite time at home, his favorite movies playing in the background while he practiced writing music, the aftermath of his birthday adrenal wearing off little by little but he was still smiling like an idiot.

Every so often he’d try something on his guitar or another thing before going back to his movie for a few moments.

His stomach had once again growled at him, demanding to be fed even though he had dinner with his friends and mom, he was hungry again.

So, he stood up and went to go make himself a pot of Mac and cheese, simple and easy food that always worked when he was just a little bit peckish. He focused on pouring water into the pan while pulling his phone out of his pocket after he felt it buzz.

It was someone on his Facebook, which was weird because he hadn’t used that thing since 2017 but, he clicked on the message anyway, not expecting it to be you, his child, messaging him.