Adopted By Phan. (sequel to Adopted by Phan a Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Good night Kyle

  Phil's POV:
     "Kyle? What's your favorite food?" I ask.
        He shrugs. Hmm.
     "Do you like pizza?" Dan suggest.
     Again, shrugs.
    "Well I'll order some pizza and you can try it!" Dan smiles and walks off.
     Kyle stays still and look up at me.
     "I want mommy!" He cries.
     I kneel to his level. "Oh sweetie...what's wrong?"
     He ignores me and turns away.
     Once the pizza got to the house, Dan brought the pizza to the table and I brought the plates.
     "Can I set the table?" Kyle asks.
    "Uh...yeah sure." I say as I hand him do dishes. We put the table together as Dan sat with the pizza.
      Kyle sat in the green chair, just like Molly did her first night.
     "So Dan, we have BBC tomorrow and we can bring Kyle, the crew says they would love to meet him!" I say as I stuff my mouth full of pizza.
      "Alright....what time?"
     "Around 2 in the noon!" I smile.
    He smiles back. "Alright and before then we can go shopping to get some stuff for Kyle!"
   "Kyle?" He asks.
  He looks up from his lap.
   "Why aren't you eating?" Dan cocks his head.
    Kyle shrugs. "Didn't know I could!"
     "Sweetie." I grab a piece of pizza and place it on his plate. "You can eat anything! We have enough food for everyone in this house!" I smile and kiss his forehead.
     He nods and starts to eat.
     After dinner, we figured there should be a stable bed time for Kyle. We thought 9 but then thought it was too late. And 8 was too early so we came to the conclusion of 8:30.
     Dan's POV:
      Kyle was sitting on the couch with his head in my lap. Rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Baby?" I ask. "Want to go to bed?" He looks up and nods. Those eyes kill me.
     I smile and pick him up, taking him to his new room. His bed was quite big for a 6 year old but that's because it was my old bed. He'll grow into it. Especially if he becomes as tall ask Phil and I.
    I reach into his suite case and pull out the one pair of pajamas he has. He helps me dress him but immediately freaks when I try and put the shirt on him. Throwing it off, swatting it away, hitting it. Etc.
      "Hey! Hey!" I firmly grab his shoulders. "What's wrong?"
     "No shirt!"
    I liked sleeping without a shirt...but don't remember doing it when I was 6. Then...I remembered. His sensory issues.
     "You don't like anything on your chest when you sleep do you?"
    He shakes his head.
    "Besides your duvet?"
    Nods.
    "Why is that?" I ask.
    "I-i-it feels like i-i-i c-c-cant move!" He says.
     I get it. It feels as if some one his holding him down...as a duvet he can just kick it off and play with it...knowing it's safe.
     "Alright Alright! I'll put the shirt on your night stand and you can put it on if you feel like it! Deal?"
      "Deal!" He smiles and gives me a big hug. I love little kids.
     Phil comes and and joins in on the hug.
     After our family hug, I pick up the little guy and put him in bed and place the shirt on the night stand.
     "What do I call you?" He asks.
     "You can call me dad! Only if you want to though!" I smile and kiss his cheek.
    "What about him?!" He points to Phil.
    I look back at Phil.
    "Um...Papa?"
    "Papa! Daddy!" Kyle smiles and laughs.
    I smile. "Goodnight Kyle!"
     "Night!" He then realizes and cries.
     "Baby what's wrong?" Phil asks.
    "Dinosaur!!!" Kyle cries.
    "Alright Alright." Phil scrambles through the suite case and finds the stuffed dinosaur and hands it to Kyle. We slowly leave and quietly shut the door.
    Phil kisses me and heads off to bed.
    I go to the lounge and grab my phone. 8:45. She shouldn't be asleep yet!
    I dial her number.
    Ring ring ring.
    "Hi!" She speaks.
     "Molly! Hey!"
     "Wait...who is this?"
     "Um...it's me! Dan!"
    "Why are you calling?"
    "To see how it's going!" I was confused...why is she acting like this? She promised to call me every day. I know it wouldn't be everyday. But sometimes.
    "Ha! Tricked ya!" what? "Leave a message After the beep!" Soon...the beep.
    How?
     Why?
Am I useless to her?
   I get it. She doesn't care!
She
Does
Not
Care!