Wilbur looked over at you, his eyes full of sorrow. He picked you up, your eyes full of tears as you hugged into him instantly

Wilbur: Shh. It's okay, I'll raise you...

And that he did. You're now 13, and currently crying on your bed, door closed. You hear the front door open and close, and Wilbur's voice call out to you,

Wilbur: Hey kiddo! I'm home!