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"I hate you!" Phil screamed, then slapped a hand over his mouth. Dan's eyes widened, like he had been physically harmed by Phil. A punch would have been worse than the jab or Phil's words.
"You..." Dan muttered, softly. "You hate me?"
"Dan...I didn't--" Phil cut himself off by running upstairs and slamming the door shut to their bedroom, leaving Dan standing in the lounge. Soft sobs could be heard from the room, making Dan feel even more guilty.
In truth, Dan deserved those words. Their fight had been nasty and it was Dan who provoked the entire thing. But just the thought of his own husband...hating him. Was he not in love with Dan anymore, did he want a divorce?
Dan sat down on the couch, putting his head in his hands. Phil's cries ceased, filling the apartment with an eerie silence as Dan walked around, regretting the fight he had. Regretting every single word.
That was, until, he heard another cry. Not Phil, but their young daughter, Chloe. He made his way up the stairs to see her, tossing and turning and bawling her eyes out.
"Shhh," Dan whispered, gently picking her up and cradling her in his arms. Rocking her back and forth, he cooed. "Shh...Daddy's here."
When the crying did not stop, he began to walk around the bedroom, whispering sweet nothings to try and calm his baby down.
Finally, Dan walked to where the piano was moved and sat down, tightly holding Chloe with one arm, he began to play.
Phil heard from the master bedroom, the familiar sound of Dan's favorite out-of-tune piano. Slowly, he opened the door and walked to the piano. He saw Dan, clutching their daughter tightly, while slowly playing a soft tune. His heart melted as he saw the way Dan looked at her, like she was his whole universe and fragile, like he was afraid to touch her.
He saw Chloe yawn before snuggling into the crook of Dan's arm and drifting back to sleep. Dan sat up and glanced at Phil. Not saying a word, he gave Phil apologetic eyes before walking to Chloe's room to put the baby in her crib. Phil followed him, wordlessly.
Dan placed the girl in her crib and clutched the bars, leaning over the cradle and stared at his daughter, lovingly.
He felt a pair of arms wrapped around his torso. He turned his head to see Phil, his head against Dan's neck. He looked at Chloe too
"That's our daughter, bear." He whispered. "I...I'm so sorry, Dan."
Dan put a hand on Phil's and squeezed. "No need to apologize, my love. No need."
