Echoes in the snow (Q!Wilbur x GN!Reader

Chapter two

Whispers of concealment

"Oh...hey, Wilbur" I coax a lively tune, twirling the telephone cord around my finger, my feet frozen in place.

"Hey! God.. okay, funny thing, I'm on my way back from tour and I really really can't wait to speak to my lulah, I tried to call Phil but he isn't..uh exactly.. available? I thought you'd know about her whereabouts?"

Everything he just said went over my head, snapping out of my thoughts, I nod, even though he couldn't see me. "I...haven't seen her...no."

"Oh, okay" My heart breaks at the disappointment in his tone. "If you see her, tell her that her papa loves her so so much and that I miss her." Wilbur sounded so genuine and loving it made my heart disintegrated into a million pieces.

"Yeah...I will" My cheery tone had died down but I try my best to force it out again. "I'll call you later, okay? Poppy is hungry."

"Sure..." He sighs, disappointment etched in his tone. "Take care, my dear, tell Poppy I said hi."

I didn't deserve his kind words, he deserves to know the truth...or not. It would break him beyond repairable, he would hate me even though this isn't my fault, or is it? No it is my fault, I wasn't there for her....classic me.

He had hung up long ago, I stood there, lost in my thoughts again before I feel a small tug at my coat.

"Mama, I planted the Poppy." She tells me with a proud toothy smile, hands on hips as Poppy's little wings flutter with joy.

"Oh good work my sweet flower" I whisper, placing the receiver down and lowering myself to her height, hugging the little dragon. She wore her sweet smile as I hug her, nuzzling her litte nose into my neck as she warms herself up.

"Mama, when will papa Wilbur come back, I heard him talking to you a second ago."

My body stiffens.

"Poppy, my dear, he isn't your father." I try my best to explain it, not wanting to be harsh...or break her little heart.

"But mama...papa Wilbur told me to call him papa." Her eyes blink with confusion, head tilted as she does so.

I narrow my eyes as I think for a second, he what now?

"Darling, when did he say this to you?"

She looks away, her tail and wings drooping, a little pout on her face. "He told me not to tell you...." she mumbles, keeping her eyes down to the floor.

This confuses me more, why on earth would Wilbu- I hear Poppy's stomach growl quietly, oh right...breakfast! How could I forget?!

"I'm so sorry my sweet flower, why didn't you tell me you were hungry?" I let out a soft exhale, standing up as I walk over to the fridge. "What does my little dragon want?"

She waddles over to the chair by the dining table, struggling at first to climb onto it.

"Mama..."

"Yes?" I turn my eyes away from the open fridge, noticing a somber look on her face. "What's wrong my dear?" I question with a worried tone, no hesitation as I go to her side.

"Will...papa Wilbur be able to turn up for my birthday?" Her small hands fidget with the hem of her dress, a timid smile on her features.

"Oh...oh yes..but remember Poppy, Wilbur isn't your father, alright? I don't...want you getting too...attached." I shudder at the memory of Tallulah, my hand stroking Poppy's head, fear of the same thing happening to my little girl.

"But...he told me-"

"I know he told you, but he isnt trustworthy, okay? That man is-" My voice hushes, shit, I shouldn't...I can't say this kind of stuff to an 8 year old. She doesn't deserve to lose a father figure if she found one, even if this whole idea made me feel off... "sorry." I exhale deeply, massaging my temples, going back to the fridge. "How does a grilled cheese sandwich sound?"

"Sure." She mumbles.

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A/N:

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