A/N: So firstly, I dedicate this chapter to my birthday, which was on July 8th and all of the other people that have July birthdays. YAY! So I kind of think this is a fluffy chapter. This chapter and the next chapter(s) were supposed to be one chapter. However, I think that it would be too long of a chapter. So I split it up. I like the fluff in this one. So yeah, that's all: Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Meet the Robinsons. Sorry.

"Hey," a voice called to her, penetrating her dreams. "Hey, come on, wake up." The voice was familiar, but she burrowed deeper under the blankets. "Come on, up." The blankets were pulled off her body and her legs were greeted by the cold air of the room. She groaned and curled up into a small ball, trying to retain her warmth. "Up," the voice commanded. She opened her grey eyes and sighed. Her right eyebrow rose and waited on him to speak. "Happy Birthday, love," Wilbur said to her.

"What," she asked her voice hoarse from sleep.

"It's your birthday, silly," he repeated before kissing her forehead.

"Okay, why did you wake me up?" she asked him. Wilbur shot her a confused look; Kolbie then laughed and sat up. She ran her fingers through her raven hair and sighed. "You've forgotten already have you? The last birthday I can remember celebrating is never, well the one that I had last year, but that was nothing. It's never been a special day for me. It's just a day."

Wilbur was speechless. He never thought that a parent could not celebrate their child's birthday. However, he'd never thought a parent would do what her father did to her. "Well you are going to celebrate this one, and you are gonna like it." He pinched her cheek and the slapped it gently. "Get dressed."

"Wow, that the first time I've heard you say that," she joked. Wilbur rolled his eyes and stepped out of the room. "Seriously though," she heard him laugh and she hopped off the bed. Clad in a pair of his shorts and a tee shirt that also belonged to him, she ran into the kitchen. "What do you have planned?" she asked carefully as she set in the nearest chair.

Wilbur pulled a plate out of the cabinet and placed it beside an eye on the stove. On that eye was an omelet pan. He slipped the omelet onto the plate and then dropped a few pieces of bacon on to the plate. He then placed the dish before her and grabbed the syrup. He watched and Kolbie poured the sticky brown liquid on the omelet and sighed. "Nothing much, just this lovely breakfast, and then lunch later. I was going to let you decide what you wanted to do, but you don't want to do anything…"

Kolbie smiled and slipped out of her spot in the chair and darted towards him. He stumbled back a little as her small fame collided with his, holding an omelet pan in one hand and then carton of eggs in the other he was careful not to fall. Wilbur placed the pan on an eye of the stove and then placed the eggs on the counter. As affectionate as she'd become, he wasn't sure that he had seen her like this. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on the top of her head. She buried her nose in his chest and sighed. The stood like that for a long moment before Wilbur pushed her away gently. His eyes met her grey one's with an unasked question and Kolbie rolled her eyes, kissed his lips, and returned back to her seat. For a moment, she just sliced at her omelet with her fork and was quiet. "Thank you," she finally said, after her omelet was all sliced.

"What for?' Wilbur asked as he sat next to her at the table with his plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"For a birthday," she answered quietly.

He was quiet and then he leaned over and kissed her syrup covered lips. "You are welcome," he mumbled against her lips.

Kolbie rolled her grey eyes and turned to her breakfast. They ate in a comfortable silence. When she'd finished, Wilbur took her plate, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. Kolbie crossed her arms and her right eyebrow rose. He walked behind her and kissed her neck and then her lips. His lips lingered on hers for a moment before he pulled away and walked into the bedroom that they shared. He leaned on the frame and looked over at his raven haired roommate. He then walked into the room. Something in his eyes told her to follow him. So she stood, stretched, and waltzed into the bedroom.

As soon as she entered the room, Wilbur's lips crashed on to hers. Gently, he backed her into the wall behind her and kissed her harder. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. He was granted to permission that he so desperately wanted. Her taste, the tropical fruit taste covered his tongue, as their tongues battled for dominance. She gave in to him, seeing as her personality was far from dominate. She could feel his smirk on her lips as they kiss. He filled the empty space between them with one step. Wilbur broke the kiss, but not before biting her bottom lip lightly. A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned against the wall, her breathing labored.

After a moment, she punched his arm lightly. He shot her a look and rubbed the spot that she'd hit. Usually her hits didn't hurt, but she'd managed to hit one of the bruises that he'd received from the argument with his father. "Sorry, but you know you can't do that."

"Do what?" he asked as her kissed her neck again. His words vibrated against her skin and another shiver ran down her spine.

"This," although she knew that he couldn't see it, she waved her hand between them. "You're messing me around now I'm going to all off all day." He kissed down her collarbone and to her sternum. "Stop," she attempted to push him away, but it was in vain. He was much stronger than her and she didn't really want him to stop. He captured her lips again. Her hands rest on his chest and she could feel his heart pounding under his shirt. He smiled against her lips and pulled her against him.

He kissed her forehead and smiled. "Well consider the messing around stopped." He stole another kiss from her before continuing. "I got you something." Kolbie's face flushed. "Yes, I know the horror of someone getting you something for your birthday." He reached for a box on the bedside table and presented it to her. Kolbie took the box from him and opened it slowly. The last piece of jewelry she'd received from him was an engagement ring that cost more than she wanted to know. So she was a little cautious when she opened it. A small silver bracelet with a small sliver heart on it revealed itself. On the top left of the heart was a small ruby. Kolbie sighed and plucked it from the box and closed it. "Can I put it on?" he asked her quietly. She nodded and Wilbur took the bracelet from her hand and placed it on her right arm.

"It's lovely," she told him as she admired it. Her eyes caught scratches on the heart; however after closer examination she discovered that it was an engraving. W&K, read the engraving. Those three small characters made her heart leap in her chest. Wilbur reached across and flipped the heart over. The back read; Forever yours, as you are mine. – Wilbur. "It's really lovely."

"I was hoping you'd like it," he admitted as he fell back on to the bed. Kolbie hopped on to the bed and curled up beside him. "You know how you are," he muttered.

"How am I?" she asked.

"Well, you don't like it when people fuss over you," he told her.

"I don't dislike it," she finally admitted. A familiar pause of five seconds, lingered in the air before her answer. "I'm just not used to it. I was never fussed over as a child, so when it happens I don't really know what to do. So it's not that I don't like it. I do enjoy it." Her face flushed. She felt like she was beginning to sound high-maintenance.

"Ah, you do enjoy being spoiled. Well, I suppose that I'll have to do it more often," Wilbur joked.

She shook her head and cuddled closer to him, enjoying the heat radiating off his body. "When's lunch?" she asked quietly, her voice sounding sleepy.

Wilbur's body shifted slightly as her moved her arm to see the time. "It's 9:47 now, so lunch is at 1:00. So in about three-ish hours," he announced. "So what do you want to do?"

She thought for a moment, "Would it be lame if I said, stay in bed with you?"

"You're the birthday girl," he responded. "But no, it would not be lame."

"Can I have my wish?"

"You may," Wilbur answered quietly.