Wilbur had to bite the grin off his face as he led you towards his front door. His pearly whites dug into the plump pinkness of his bottom lip as he quickly unlocked the door and let you inside. It was dark, for one and you swore you could hear a quiet giggle. Wilbur coughed loudly, covering up his excitement as he grabbed your hand and tugged you towards the kitchen.

He flicked the lights on, a large cake with presents around it on the granite counter top, your favorite foods in front of it all. “Happy birthday.” He hums, looking at you.