Love-A My Baby (Phan Fluff)

Birthday

Dan's thoughts are like this. I have created this fanfiction for my friend Jasmine. Hope you enjoy!

Dan's POV;

I woke up early this morning. I'm not sure why. It's like 8. I take a deep breath in through my nose, I then recognised the familiar sent. It smelt of raspberries. I only know one person the smells as non-manly as that. Phil. My baby boy. My one and only. Even though he is older than me, he is my baby and I am his daddy and.....Today is his birthday?  I quickly jump out of bed, remembering that today was a special day. His 28th birthday. I stare at him in a moment of shock and panic. I can't help but take in his gorgeous body. The blanket not covering his toned chest. Phil isn't the most fittest of people but he is fitter than me. The way his eyelids flutter as he sleeps. "Why is that man so hot?" I think to my self.

After staring for a few minutes, I slowly walk into the kitchen, just to make Phil some pancakes for breakfast. They are his favourite. I try to get the pan out of the cupboard, as quietly as humanly possible, so I don't wake him. I fail tremendously. It's like Jenga....But where I loose. All of the pots and pans in the cupboard fall onto the floor as I pull out the one I need. I then wait. I wait for any signs that Phil has woken up but it seems like he hasn't....Well that was until I hear a very sleepy "Daddy!" Coming from my room. I slap my self in the face. Why am I such an idiot?  I don't know what to say or do. "Yes baby?" I call back, even though I know what he will ask. "Where are you?" Yep...I was right. "I'm in the kitchen but stay there. I'm making you a surprise breakfast" I ask, hesitantly. "O-ok" I hear him call back. "Few" I thought.

I finish making the pancakes and I walk back into the room, to see Phil sitting up in the bed, staring at me and the tray in my hands. "Is that for me daddy?" He sounds so cute in the morning. I just nod and sit on the bed next to him. "For my baby boy on his special day" Phil just smiled and blushed a little. "Thank you" He replied. As he started to eat the food, I give him a small kiss on the forehead. As I d, he giggles. "What's so funny?" I ask him. "Nothing. I just like it when you kiss me daddy". I smile with him. He gets back to eating his breakfast and I have an idea. "C'mon everybody and snap your fingers now." I begin to sing out loud. "C'mon every body and clap your hands real loud" Phil just looks up and me with confused eyes. "C'mon every body take a real deep breath and repeat after me. I love-a my baby. I love-a my baby. I love-a my baby. And my baby loves me"

Phil smiles and blushes, then to my surprise, joins in! "C'mon everybody and whistle a tune right now" He sings, quite quietly. "C'mon everybody and stomp your feet really loud" Phil gets louder, placing the tray down beside him. I start singing before he gets the chance. "C'mon everybody take a real deep breath and repeat after me. I love-a my baby. I love-a my baby. I love-a my baby. And my baby loves me" There is and awkward silence for a few seconds, before we both fall into fits of laughter.

Phil is my baby, and I am his daddy. Even though he is older than me, its not weird. We love it. We are not planning on telling anyone, but we are also not planning on stopping, any time soon.

"And my baby loves me"

The End