It was around 2 am on a Thursday, and Wilbur was peacefully sleeping in his bed. It was storming outside, and he tended to sleep better with the sounds of the rain anyways. But you on the other hand, absolutely hated any type of storms. They terrified you, so you hadn’t been sleeping at all.

So after maybe two hours of hiding under your blankets and debating on hiding under the bed, you decided to go to your dad for comfort.

You sneaked out of bed with your favorite plush and your blanket, exiting your room and heading to Wilbur’s instead. Then you carefully opened his door and snuck inside his room, before silently making your way over to Wilbur’s bedside. It was still storming outside, and the thunder was rumbling.

So then you gently started to tap your father on his shoulder to wake him up. It was working, and you watched how his brown and soft feathery wings shifted as he awoke. “Hm?” Wilbur hummed groggily and in a soft yet tired voice, not even opening his eyes but his face scrunched up a tad.