Y/N's POV
I woke up the next morning around 11, still feeling exhausted.
I checked my phone for the time, thankful it was Saturday.
Then the memories came back. The breakdown.. the stuff Allie said.. Wilbur telling me we'd talk about it later..
Speaking of Wilbur, where was he? Hadn't he fallen asleep with me in bed? He wasn't in bed when I woke up.
I changed into pajamas and crept quietly down the stairs, hearing noise in the kitchen. I turned the corner into the kitchen and saw Wilbur cooking. Well, attempting to cook.
There were three different pots on the stove, the back door was open so the smoke alarm wouldn't go off, burnt food on multiple plates, flour and salt everywhere.
Wilbur himself was covered in flour, eggs and what seemed to be... frosting?
I cleared my throat softly, "Morning." I mumbled quietly.
Wilbur turned and offered a smile, "Good morning Y/N." He hesitated, "I tried cooking breakfast! It um.. it didn't work out so well.." He shrugged softly.
I shook my head, "That's alright. I'm not that hungry anyways."
Wilbur rolled his eyes so hard I thought they'd roll off his face, "Don't lie. You didn't have dinner yesterday, god knows if you ate lunch, and you barely had anything for breakfast. You must be starving."
I was about to protest when my stomach grumbled so loud it hurt. "See?" Wilbur said, "Even your stomach knows I'm right."
I looked down at the floor, which was covered in flour. "I just don't feel like eating."
Wilbur sighed and walked up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders, "Even if we don't feel like eating, we still have to. Eating is apart of living."
I sighed, "Well... is there anything left in the house to eat?" I looked around at the train wreck we called a kitchen.
Wilbur chuckled, causing butterflies to gather in my stomach, "Why don't we go out for breakfast instead."
As soon as he saw the panicked look on my face, he spoke again, "Or we can Doordash. I'm actually not in the mood to go out." Really it was me who didn't want to go out, but it was nice he was ignoring the problem for now.
Wilbur whipped his phone out, "What are you-" But he paused, realizing I wasn't in the mindset to make choices. He quickly stopped talking and tapped a few buttons, occasionally asking me if I felt like having waffles or pancakes, eggs or bacon, stuff like that.
He later put his phone away and we turned towards the kitchen. "I need to clean up the mess I made." He grabbed a rag and wet it, starting to wipe down the kitchen counters. I followed suit, starting to take the pans and clean them in the sink, but Wilbur grabbed my wrist softly. "What do you think you're doing?"
"H-Helping?" I asked softly, confused. Wasn't it obvious?
"I can do this, you go relax on the couch. Turn on a movie or something."
"No Wilbur I want to help you."
"It wasn't a request, love." I hesitated, but still attempted to help him clean. Seconds later, he scooped me off the ground, carrying me in the bridal position and laying me on the couch. He wrapped me tightly in a blanket and turned on the TV, pulling Princess and the Frog up. 143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbqEWrCetw
I gasped, "I love Princess and the Frog!"
Wilbur smiled, "I know."
I looked at him confused, "How'd you-"
"I noticed the pin on your apron from the cafe when we first met. It was a pin with Tiana on it, and you had another with Naveen, and one with Ray too, so I took a guess it was your favorite Disney movie."
I smiled and cuddled into the blanket on the couch as Wilbur dimmed the lights and continued cleaning the kitchen.
Ten to twenty minutes later, Wilbur sat on the other end of the couch and put my legs in his lap. "Kitchen's all clean. Breakfast should be here any minute."
I nodded softly, deeply engrossed in one of my favorite movies.
Just as he said, the food arrived minutes later. Wilbur answered the door and thanked the delivery man. He grabbed our food out of the bag and we ate silently while continuing to watch the movie.
The movie and our breakfast ended and I sat up, stretching. "Thank you." I mumbled quietly.143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp6OE0mJr96
Wilbur nodded. There was something else in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what.
I stood up to go to my room and he grabbed my arm, "Wait. We need to talk about last night."
My mind filled with dread. I knew it was coming. This conversation. But I didn't want it to. One thing I wasn't good at was deep conversations.
"What's there to talk about?" I said quietly.
"A lot." He said softly, sitting me back down on the couch. He wrapped me into his arms, "You're not in trouble love, I just want to know what happened. Why'd you break down?"
My chin quivered, signaling I was going to break down soon. A tear slipped out and I gasped softly for air. "A-A girl from work." I whispered.
"A girl from work said what?" He took my chin in his hand and made me look up at him.
I slowly told him the entire story, everything that Allie said, everything that went through my mind, about my depression, everything.
An hour and a half later, Wilbur and I laid on the couch, me on top of Wilbur and the blanket over both of us.
"We can talk to Allie on Monday if you'd like." I shook my head. Wilbur sighed, "We need to do something about this. It's not ok."143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCgC7QtCPc
I shook my head again. Wilbur rolled his eyes and I closed mine, quickly falling asleep.
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