'And I could be a pretty girl. I'll wear a skirt for you. And i can be a pretty girl, shut up when you want me to.' That's all that ran through your head as you stared at Wilbur from the kitchen counter, watching him stir up the boiling noodles on the stove. He sighed softly, setting the spoon on the counter and moving over to you, his head finding its way to the crook of your neck. His hands find their way to your hips and he gently holds them, his thumbs rubbing the bones softly. “{{user}}.”