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

Temper tantrum

   Phil's POV
       I had woken up to Dan tossing and turning in the bed. I swear that's all he does at night. Well...lately. I go over to Kyle's room to find my precious baby boy asleep. He doesn't talk back when he is asleep.
     But I have to. I got him dressed. Said good bye to Dan and went to the park. Kyle liked the swings the most.
     After the park I took Kyle home, where I found Dan making sandwiches for lunch. No cheese thank God.
     Kyle didn't want to finish his sandwich so Dan put it in the fridge. I Kyle to his room to put him down for a nap. He's 6 but we want him to still takes naps...but maybe today is the last day...
     "No nap!!" He cries as I take off his shirt.
     "What? Why?"
     "Too old! I 6!" He smiles as he stands up loud and proud.
     I stare at him, looking up and down with my eyes. I sigh, and speak, "Alright...but if I let you skip your nap today, you can not be crabby! Promise?"
     "Yeah!" He nods his head. I smile and pick him up and meet Dan in the lounge.
     "What is he doing up?" Dan asks.
    "He thinks he's too old for a nap. I told him if I let him skip his nap that he can't give us attitude today." I explain.
     "I would prefer if he didn't do that at all but okay." He smiles and puts his arms out to take Kyle. I give him Kyle as he misses his head settles him on his lap.
    Later on in the night, Dan made chilli. I got Kyle into pajamas and took him to the table where Dan is serving supper.
      We all sat as a family, everything was fine, until...Kyle. Ugh.
     "Kyle, can you eat please?" Dan asks.
     "Yucky!!"
     "Just a few bites please?"
    "No!" He screams and pushes the bowl making the chilli spill over.
     Dan's face full of rage. "Kyle Carson Howell-Lester!!! You Will do as I say young man!!" He scolds.
     "No!!" Again, crossing his arms.
     "Either you can do as I say or go to bed with out eating!"
     Kyle just sits there and stares.
    Dan's POV
      "Fine! Bed it is!" I stand up and pick up Kyle, taking him to his room. I rip of his shirt and roughly place him in his bed. The whole time my ears are pierced with his voice screaming no I'm sorry.
       I put the duvet over him and leave the room. He gets up and follows me, tugging my shirt. "KYLE!" I scream. "GET INTO BED!!"
    He stands there crying and rubbing his eyes.
    "You have 3 seconds!!"
    "IM SORRY!" He screams back.
    "1..."
    "No!!"
    "2..."
    "Daddy!!"
    "3..."
    "DADDY PLEASE!!"
    "That's it!" I grab him arm pulling him closer to me...spanking him 3 times. I never thought I would do that to a child...I feel so terrible.
     "GET INTO BED !!" He cries and runs off and climbs under his covers.
     I calm down and walk back to the table where Phil was just sitting there. I don't blame him for not interfering.
    Later on at night I go to check on Kyle, his eye lids are red and puffy, nose is blocked, and his breathing isn't the best. It's probably from him crying him self to sleep.
     I check his arm where I grabbed him making sure I didn't leave any marks. But I did. I'm so fucking dumb. I start to cry. Why? How? How could I do this to my fucking child?!
     I try to forget. I kiss his cheek as he flinches at contact. Tuck him in and go to bed with Phil. Ending the night.