Gay Dads [Adopted By Phan} (Complete!)

Because I Love You

Dan's POV
Seven.
I can hear him.
I can hear him sobbing loudly, hitting the wall, screaming. It's our fault.
Actually, it's my fault. He wants us to stop. He wants us to stop yelling and letting our friendship break piece by piece.
Phil freezes when he hear a particular loud cry leave our son's mouth. He glares at me before running to Seven's room and trying to open the door, only to find its locked.
"Seven!" Phil knocks on the door and twists the doorknob around. "STOP!" Seven shrieks and I hear another loud thump come from his room. "Seven? Seven what are you doing?!" Phil yells, panic on his face. I run next to Phil and press my ear against the door. Choking on sobs and breathing fast is what I hear, and it sends a pain through the center of my chest, where people say your heart is. Phil turns to me with angry eyes.
"This is your fault!" he shouts. I freeze and look down. I know.
My eyes water again and this time, I let the tears fall. "I know Phil, I know." I whisper. Why do I get so fucking jealous?
"Leave me alone, Dan!" Phil demands and pushes me towards my own room. Shaking, I slam the door and slide down it to the ground.
What have I done?
All the years, since 2009, and now 2016. We've gotten so far. We've done so much. I just had to fall in love with him. I had to fall in love with Phil Fucking Lester.
I suddenly see people at home, wearing Dan and Phil merchandise, crying as they watch their screens. They're shaking, protesting to the device. The image makes me cover my mouth and let out a loud cry.
The people who love us. The other people on the Internet who love us.
They'll be so destroyed, crushed, and confused. I close my eyes and lean my head against the door like the rest of my body. I see a boy, with fluffy brown hair and grey eyes with a bottle of pink hair and black hair dye on the shelf next to the bed he's sitting on. He looks like he's only nine.
He curiously clicks on a video on his phone, leans it against the pillow, and lays on his stomach. I realize what he's watching.
Phil is not on fire 3.
I hear Phil and I's voices, laughing and answering questions and dares. The boy giggles and turns up the volume slightly. His eyes are widen and filled with happiness, real happiness. At one part he bursts out laughing, pausing the video and trying not to be so loud.
And suddenly everything changes. The boy is older, with pink hair and black streaks, sitting in the corner of a familiar place.
The orphanage.
It's Seven. He's been put back in the orphanage, because of Phil and I's goddamn fight. On his shelf is a framed picture, one of him hugging us and our arms around him.
It's the day we got to take him home.
I look at Seven and see him shaking, tears rolling down his face with his hands clutching his phone. And then I hear it, why he's crying and breaking. I hear two words I swore to myself I'd never say.
Phil's POV
I slide down Dan's door, and I can hear him crying and telling himself things that aren't true.
I can also hear Seven forcing himself to calm down.
I know Dan is leaning against the door as well, I can feel he is from the way the its shaking and the shadow at the bottom.
I close my eyes and think about what happened.
"Why are you being the way Dan?!"
"Because I love you!"
I wrap my arms around my knees and silently sniffle and let myself cry.
Dan is amazing, he's beautiful, and just over all a perfect person. I loved him. But that was in 2009.
All these years, I've been forcing myself to stop loving him, because I never thought he felt the same way. I constantly told myself all the great things about Peej.
And suddenly, it felt like I was in love again.
But it wasn't the same. I forced myself to fall in love with him. It was blunt, and plain. I realized that when Dan said what he said.
But it's too late.
Peej asked me to be his. I said yes. I told him all about Seven, and Peej had said he was uneasy about Dan and I having a son together if we aren't together.
Peej wants Seven to move in with him.
Seven will hate that, he will refuse. He won't be happy. I had turned to Peej and said, "I don't think he'll like that very much.."
"Well, I'm not having MY boyfriend's son live with his dad's friend."
"But Dan is Seven's dad, not his dad's friend."
"I can be his new dad."
I sigh and lean against the now still door, but I can hear Dan desperately trying to stop crying.
Then I hear words come out of his mumbling mouth.
"Goodbye Internet."