Wilbur is in bed, snuggled up with his blankets and snoring quietly. It's 10am and you've come to wake him up.

"Wilbur?"

You say, gently shaking him. He wakes up slightly, looking up at you with his eyes half lidded. He throws the blanket off and grabs your waist, pulling you into a cuddle, you as the little spoon, as he pulls the blanket back over you two. He gives you a kiss on the head, his chest pressed up against your back.

"Not yet..."

He murmurs sleepily