Dan and Phil Preference's

You Tell Him You're Pregnant

Dan:

After returning from a month-long tour, Dan treated you to a fancy dinner at the Italian joint down the road. It meant a lot to you; you knew he was probably exhausted and likely not in the mood for a ton of human interaction, but he insisted.
Dan told you it was a dress-nicely place, which you took as his excuse for seeing you in your sexiest dress, but you gave in. You'd always felt pretty hot wearing it. Passing the mirror, your reflection caught your eye. The silky black fabric that hugged your curves displayed the gentle curve of your stomach. Your hand instinctively went over it. You'd found out you were pregnant just after Dan left a month ago. You were probably two, two and a half months along, and Dan still didn't know.
Dan knocked on the threshold, peeking his head through the gap in the door. "Almost ready, love?" Your hand left your stomach and you smiled at your fiancé. He approached you, putting his hands around your waist and kissing you gently. "You look dashing," he whispered, kissing your neck.
You softly pulled away, a bit flustered and nervous. "Now, don't be ruining my lipstick, Daniel," you joked, fixing it in the mirror.
Dan chuckled and offered an arm. "Shall we go?"
The dinner was lovely, even if you and Dan were tired out of your minds. Across from your table was a family of four. Two parents, a little girl, and a baby boy. The children were beautiful and well-behaved; it made you long for a family like that of your own. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you admired every little family you saw. You knew Dan and you just got engaged, and weren't looking to have children anytime soon, but what happens, happens, and you hoped for the best.
"Earth to Y/N," Dan moved his head into your line of sight, laughing at your dazed state, "what are you thinking about?"
You smiled as you snapped back into reality. "Isn't that family over there just adorable?" You gestured to the group, and Dan turned to observe.
"Sure?" Dan let, "I guess."
"Wouldn't you want a family like that someday?" You asked, hopefully dropping a hint for him.
Dan shrugged, "I dunno," he said, "I'm not really a huge baby person; they're kind of annoying," he went on, stomping on your hopes one by one, "I'd be a crap father, honestly."
Your heart sank to the floor. "Dan," you said, half-scolding, half-getting his attention, "I'm pregnant."
He nearly choked on a piece of broccoli as he looked at you with big eyes, "What?" He asked through his food. You repeated yourself and he dropped his fork loudly and sat up straighter. "Oh my God," he kept repeating, "Oh my God, Y/N, I didn't mean..." He trailed off when he saw you get a bit teary-eyed. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe you were just an emotional person, but you knew you were overreacting. Dan shushed you gently and held your hand across the table, "Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I love you," he stroked your hand and spoke gently. You pulled your hand away to wipe away a tear. "When did you know?"
"Like a month ago," you said. Dan smiled at you and you couldn't stay mad at that face forever. "I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier."
"I love you," he chanted throughout the night, "I love you, I love you, I love you, oh my God!"
Dan's smile grew wider as the night continued. Walking home, he held your hand tight as he beamed about the news. Maybe you weren't ready to start a family, maybe you were. But you were certain that Dan Howell was the man to go on this journey with.

Phil:

After weeks of undoubtable symptoms, you drew the last straw. You bought a test from the corner store downstairs, slightly fearing the inevitable.
The old woman running the register saw your purchase and gave you a quizzical look. You and Phil came here all the time, and she was always at the register. She never failed to give the two of you the gossip of the block and a warm smile when you bought a carton of milk or a bottle of mustard when you ran out. The woman raised her brow as if asking for an explanation.
"Shh," you held a finger to your lips, "Thank you, Nancy." You shared a smile as you took your bag and walked out.
Perhaps it was morning sickness, or maybe you were just nervous, but your stomach did flips while you waited for the test to show you your fate. Your feet began to fall asleep on the bathroom floor and you got more anxious as the seconds passed.
The screeching of your phone's alarm startled you, making you swear under your breath. You shakily grabbed the rod from atop the counter. Two purple lines stared at you and you stared back. Your hand traveled to your abdomen and you started to cry. It wasn't sad crying, but it also wasn't happy crying. You sat there for a while, until Phil's familiar voice filled the flat.
"Y/N? Are you here?" His soft voice got closer and he further opened the bathroom door. Laughing, Phil leaned against the door, "Why are you on the floor, Silly?" He reevaluated you and noticed you were crying, and sat next to you on the floor. Your face leant into his shoulder as you continued to cry. His warm embrace comforted you, his hand on your hair calmed you down.
Phil pulled away and lifted your chin to face him. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. You didn't answer and leant back into him. He hugged you for a while before noticing the test on the opposite side of you. "What's this?"
You sat back up and moved the hair out of your face. "Flip it over," you said. He took a moment to process the sight before smiling and nudging your side.
"Is this why you're crying?" He asked, putting a supportive hand on your back. His familiar grin and comforting voice calmed some of your nerves.
You tried to smile back, "Surprise," you said.
And with that, Phil stood up with a smile bigger than you'd ever seen. He offered a hand and suddenly you were a foot off the ground. He spun you around the lounge before clumsily falling on the sofa and taking you with him. You kissed there for a while, not wanting to move as if the moment would break. "I love you, Y/N Lester," he cooed quietly.
"And I you, Phil Lester," you replied, placing a kiss on his nose, "The little one is very glad you're here to share in this adventure." You patted your abdomen, as if talking for the unborn child.
Phil smiled for a moment with a hand on your stomach before talking back to it, "Hi, Very Glad. I'm Dad."
You rolled off the sofa onto the floor below while groaning at his lame joke. "Not the dad jokes already!" You laughed. "Oh, no." You still groaned, already tired of the jokes.
Phil laughed heartily on the sofa above you and helped you back on your feet. "Oh, yes," he chuckled, "you know you love me!" He took you back into his arms and held you for a while longer. And yes, you knew you did.