a/n: TWO THOUSAND READS WHAT IS WRONG W YALLLL 😭 i've been receiving so much support on this and i'm so incredibly grateful 🫶 even held #1 on the wilbur tag for a couple of days!!!!!!! this is so insane and i appreciate you guys sooo much 🩷🩷🩷
I'm woken up by the door knob jiggling and my mother talking from the other side of the door. "Eve? Are you there? Why did you lock your door?"
"Hold on!" I tell her, shaking Wilbur awake. He stays lying down, grumpy and refusing to get up, so I just cover him with blankets and pillows. I go to the door and unlock it. "You okay?"
"Yes, I just wanted to wake you." She says. "I need to leave in an hour. Why do you lock your door?"
Of course, I locked it last night because I knew she would do this. "It's just habit since I live alone. I'll start breakfast after I change."
"Alright. I'm going to shower, where are your towels?"
"Yours should be in your bathroom."
She nods and walks back to her room. I close my door again and uncover Wilbur. "If you're gonna stay here, you gotta at least lie on the couch so mom thinks you just came over and didn't spend the night."
"I'm comfortable here," He mutters, keeping his eyes shut as he grabs my waist and pulls me on top of him. "Cuddle with me."
"I'd love to," I sigh, giving him a quick kiss. "But I need to change then make breakfast then drop mom off."
"Then can we cuddle?"
"Only if you get up now and move to the couch."
He immediately sits up and smiles at me, his hair adorably fallen all over his face. "Promise?"
"Promise." I hook my pinkie with his before pushing his hair back. "You need a trim."
"Could you do it for me?"
"I'd somehow make you bald." I grab his hands and pull him up from the bed. Wilbur walks out and I hear the TV turn on as I change into clean clothes. I brush my hair and twist it into a braid before stepping into the kitchen, starting some coffee and mixing waffle batter. Will stays on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as I bake our breakfast.
Mom comes out of her room and says hi to Wilbur. "I'm glad I didn't come out in my towel! Eve, you should've told me he was coming over."
"He literally just got here." I tell her, making my own plate of food and sitting next to Will. "There's waffles on the counter. Syrup's in the cabinet above the stove, juice and milk and water are in the fridge."
They both thank me and get some, Wilbur getting a bit too much.
"You're gonna be sick." I say, wiping my face with a napkin.
"Well, you can take care of me." He grins and I clean some crumbs from his lips.
Once they're both done, I stand and take their plates to the kitchen, rinsing them off and letting them dry in the sink. I take mom's bag for her while Wilbur grabs her suitcase. We lead her to the parking garage and Wilbur climbs in his car, starting the engine.
"Fuck," He mutters, staring at something on the small screen behind his wheel. "I have to change my oil. Miss Karen, is it alright if we just get you a cab? Don't worry, I know a good company and I'll pay for it. My treat,"
"How kind," Mom says. "That'll be great. I hate to make you drive me anyway."
I give her an annoyed look. "I offered you the same cab last night and you said you hate 'dirty cars'."
She sends the same look right back. "I never said such thing. Plus, y'all driving me isn't even an option, so it doesn't matter."
"Aw, you both say y'all," Wilbur chuckles as we get back in the garage's elevator. "My sweet southern bells."
"Virginia ain't southern," Mom says, in a very southern accent. "But I was raised in Georgia and I guess Eve picked up a bit of my accent, even though I don't really hear it."
Mom tells Wilbur about some history from Georgia, and even though I know he doesn't give a shit, it's sweet that he acts interested. I'm glad that he cares about impressing her; shows that he's serious about us, even if we've only been dating for a week. After waiting about fifteen minutes, her cab finally shows. I give her a hug before we watch her drive off and we quickly go back into our building, lucky that we haven't been spotted by anyone yet.
"Thank God that's over," I sigh, collapsing on my couch. "Oh, I had an idea last night."
"What was your idea, darling?" He lies on top of me, his head on my stomach.
"My mom inherited my grandparents house on a lake upstate. It's just a couple hour drive. We could spend the night tonight and tomorrow night to celebrate your birthday. I think it'd be fun." Sure, it might be a bit early to go on a trip together, but we've spent nearly every minute of the past week together, so it doesn't exactly make a difference.
"Oh, really? Your mum's okay with that?"
"I didn't ask. I know where the spare key is, and she never goes up there." I reach down and play with his hair. "We could leave in a few hours and grab some dinner on the way. It's right on the lane with a deck that has rocking chairs and a swing. There's a grill outside, too, so we could cook something tomorrow night."
"That sounds great, darling." Wilbur leans up and smiles down at me. "I'd love to go. But that probably means I should go ahead and change the oil in my car so we can make it up there."
I pout out my bottom lip. "I guess so. Go change it then we can pack and go."
"Yes ma'am," Wilbur brings his face down to meet fine, connecting our lips for a few seconds before pulling back. "See you in a few,"
"See you in a few."
