"Honey, I'm home!" Wilbur called as he entered the apartment he shared with his lovely fiancee, Violet Parr.

"Vi?" He called again. "Huh. Maybe she got off work later than I thought." He sauntered to the kitchen table and set his keys down. He pulled a chair out, sat down, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Man, I need a haircut." He looked towards the opposite end of the table to see Violet's purse sitting on the end. He smiled.

"Vi, I know you're hiding." He said with a smirk. "You know I'll find you. I always do."

He walked into the living room and made it a point to sit in both chairs and on every cushion on the couch. He traveled to the bedroom, and almost flopped on the bed before he noticed a sudden movement on his side of the bed. He leaped onto it.

"GOTCHA" he yelled, and soon the room was filled with the sound of laughter, both Violet's and Wilbur's.

"Okay, okay!" She said between spurts of giggles. "You found me, okay, stop it!"

Wilbur stopped tickling her, and Violet sat up and pouted at him.

"Why do you always ruin my fun, Wil?" She glared playfully at him, as he put a hand over his heart in mock pain.

"Me?" He asked. "Ruin fun? On the contrary, sweetheart, I create the fun." He smiled as he swung his arm over her, pinning her to the bed. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips, and then retracted himself from her.

"C'mon" he said as he pulled her off the bed. "I am starving."