Authors note: Hey I'm updating twice in two days be proud of me. But uh I just wanted to say I only know some about the adoption process from my nieces adoption and this is as accurate as I know to make it. Just apologizing for any mistakes/ grammar issues and bad writing. Trigger warnings: mentions of rape and crimes/ suicide. If these things trigger you or they just make you feel depressed please consider your mental health before reading this or any other sensitive content.

Also. Woohoo.

Elara seemed more than happy to set up a meeting for him and Wilbur. The kid didn't exactly have a bustling social life seeing as his whole life fell apart a month ago and he hasn't talked since. So an appointment for he and Will to meet was set up for a week later.

In the time as being he decided to go home and study the file some.

Phil was a bit disappointed at the lack of information in Wilburs file. If he was to adopt this kid there was a lot he would need to find out. The only medical files were from his birth and the quick check up the system gave Wilbur when he came to them.

Things like his blood type, allergies, medical history, or even pictures of younger Wilbur were gone to Phil. Unless the six year old knew it there was no getting that old information.

His home life from before seemed a bit off to. His mother died out of nowhere when Wilbur was two and he was raised by his single aunt with a history preparatory sexual violence , and thievery till he was four.

Predatory Sexual violence. Phil took a sharp Intake of breath, practically flinching at the thought of someone doing anything to the child in the photograph.

At the age of four Wilburs father was found after years of absence and he went to live with him until a month ago when the man killed himself with Wilbur in the house.

Phil was worried. What if this kid wasn't the right fit for him. What if he was to traumatized and Phil couldn't give him the kind of attention he needed. He didn't want to be another person who threw him out like he meant nothing.

The week felt much shorter than a week. Days flashing by in an instant. In one way Phil was happy. The wait would be shorter. In another he was anxious.

The day to meet Wilbur finally arrived. Phil had anxious energy radiating off of him but he quickly shut it down and told himself it was just one meeting. Nothing to important.

This is very important, Thought Wilbur when the social worker lady told him somebody wanted to meet him.

"He wants to meet you to see if you like him. And if you do your gonna go stay with Mr.Za for awhile." She finished smiling at him. Wilbur didn't like women usually but Elara seemed nice.

He didn't let that trick him though. Wilbur was smart. He knew if you trusted someone they could hurt you.

Wilbur was sure he was going to hate this Mr.Za guy but as long as he had a bed and some snacks he was doing great.

The day to meet this dude finally came after about a whole forever of waiting and Wilbur was ready.

He had even started packing.

Nobody seemed to notice his absence when Elara beckoned Wilbur into an office room.

It didn't seem like an office but more like a small living room with some boring adult papers on the desk.

The room was friendly. It had warm yellow walls (Wilburs favorite color) with the bottom being a dark oak wood with fancy trim to meet the yellow and red corner sofa. A weird scribble painting hung on the wall.

"Phil will be here in just a minute Will," Elara paused, "I think you will like him." She smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

Elara left for like a million years (five minutes) before returning with a man in jeans and a green and white striped shirt.

"Hi Wilbur, I'm Phil." The man said.

Wilbur just looked at him. Wilbur wasn't willing to lift the no talking rule he put on himself just yet. In the beginning he stopped talking because it made sure his aunt didn't pay attention to him, but in the group home not talking got him attention. Good attention.

The workers would take time to try to get him to talk, maybe even wondering if he could, and Wilbur liked it. They would give him encouragement and candies, talk to him sweetly, and once he had someone hug him. He didn't get attention like that before and it was nice so he decided to indulge himself while it lasted.

Wilbur realized he would be upset when the near once a day one on one time came to a stop.

"My favorite color is green, If yours is in this room you could point to it." Phil asked. Wilbur liked that the man didn't demand he speak.

Wilbur pointed to his honey mustard yellow wool sweater and nodded enthusiastically.

Elara took notes in the corner as Phil tried to get to know Wilbur with his uh.. limited (no) vocabulary.

Wilbur and Phil played hungry hungry hippos which entranced the six year old who excitedly smashed his fist on the lever that opened the hippos mouths to collect the little pieces of food.

It was nice. Sitting with Phil. He had a ton of fun and even had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the older man.

Wilbur seemed like he was about to cry once when Phil said he had to go soon and another time when Phil chatted with Elara for a couple moments pausing their play but other than that things went smoothly.

Within the month Wilbur left the group home to go live with Phil. When he left he practically jumped at all of his favorite guy workers, pulling them into hugs, and waved sadly at the lady ones.

The goodbye was sad but Wilbur liked hanging out with Phil.

The days before Phil picked up Will were very stressful. For one he had to decorate the kids room, safety proof the house, and prepare mentally.

At first Phil had been scared, but after a week to cool off and realize that it would all go fine and he just had to be calm so Wilbur could relax.

When he picked up a tearful six year old from the group home Phil felt guilty, causing more change in his already shaken life. He had to take a moment to remind himself Wilbur would be in a better home with him than with a bunch of other kids where he wasn't getting enough of the one on one attention he needed.

Much to Phil's surprise Wilbur Loved his room. He painted it yellow and he had a bunk bed with an desk where the bottom bunk should be. The bed had a plush red comforter on it. More Toys than Wilbur had ever seen were stowed into a chest in the corner.

All of that was great but the item Will loved the most was a mini guitar, designed to be banged around while kids made sound.

Wilbur loved the thing the second he saw it barely taking time to look at anything else Phil had prepared. He liked anything that made noise in the house actually. Things such as the piano in the living room and the noise machine lit his soul on fire and he just drowned out the rest of the house.

Phil was ecstatic that Wilbur was taking to the house.

"What do you say about pizza for dinner?" Phil asked the six year old who was pressing random buttons on the tv remote.

Wilbur just nodded not taking his eyes off the tv's rapidly changing colors.

So Phil ordered a simple cheese pizza. And there first night together was spent sitting on the couch watching Paw Patrol (Wilbur finally decided what he wanted to watch) and eating some cheese pizza.