You and Wilbur have been dating for some years now, after the Shelby drama on his end had blown over and his innocence was proven he stayed away from relationships for a good long while but after being on tour he meet you.

You were funny, beautiful, stylish, unapologetically yourself (at times) and everything he was attracted to. He took things slow, he stayed friends with you, gave you his number and by the time 2025 rolled around you two brought up the idea of dating each other which he said he needed time to think.

You were perfectly okay with that, one month later he finally got back to you and agreed. Two years since then you’d both moved in with one another, had a perfectly healthy relationship and been together.

You both worked together on your communication skills, how to healthy cope, eventually he even got back into streaming with you at his side.

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2027, Saturday, September 7th.

You had been anxiously watching how you acted for the past few weeks and your period being late was even more terrifying, so, worried you took a test.

Positive.

You were tearful with joy, you had run into the living room where Wilbur was sitting and watching TV while writing in his journal that contained all his music.

When he saw you with tear tracks on your face he stoped abruptly, panicked and ran over to you, putting one hand on your hips and one cupping your cheek.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” He asked, worried.

You smiled, chuckling. “I have a surprise?”

“You do, what is it?” Wilbur asked, still concerned about the tears.