pyromania // phan

10

6 years later

today, december 24, 2022, was exactly three years after me and phil's ice skating date, and I am proud to say:

philip michael lester is my husband.

he is still as amazing and beautiful as he was the day i met him in that lighter shop, which i actually thanked casper for yesterday. if it weren't for casper opening that shop and accepting who i was to have me come in pretty much everyday, i never would have met phil. if casper wouldn't have followed a boy who was deathly afraid of fire, i never would have met phil.

i never would have met my husband.

now we were in a limo, which phil had ordered for us. it had just married written on the back window in white. on the inside, there were little royal purple lights that lined the ceiling of the vehicle. cases of alcohol sat on the doors, but they were untouched. we didn't need alcohol to feel happy that night. phil and i sat in that limo, my legs across his lap and his arms around me, my face burying into his neck. we were just talking; about the wedding, about the honeymoon we were going to, and about our whole life ahead of us. it was destined to be amazing.

"what if we get kids?" he asked excitedly, and i chuckled.

"not yet, phil," i shook my head.

"no, seriously!" he pulled back to look at me. "not right now, obviously. but, maybe in a few years? we could have a girl and a boy, maybe twins. the girl could be named delilah, sort of named after that sim, dil, we made last year, remember? then the boy could be named something like..." he thought for a moment.

i shook my head, "no, don't say it-"

"jonathan!" phil exclaimed, and i pretended to facepalm and be annoyed as he laughed, holding me closer. really, i absolutely love it when he does something like that. i have no idea why, which made me love it more.

"what about you?" phil nudged me a little before bringing me back into the cuddle we had in the back of the limo. "what do you think about kids?"

i shrugged, using my free hand to jokingly stroke my chin thoughtfully. "i think we should have three. maybe... two girls and one boy. for girls, i do like the name delilah, and we could have a girl named lyndsey. for a boy, i kind of like the name zachary, maybe even zach for short. or something like chase or trevor. something sort of common."

phil nodded. "so, that's that. we are having three children; delilah, lyndsey, and chase." i laughed, shaking my head.

"phil, we can't just decide what genders our kids will be, or even how many." i laughed.

"pft, sure we could!" phil smiled, and we both burst into giggles and laughs.

phil brought his hand to the side of my face and pulled it to the side, tilting it to look at him. his piercing blue eyes openly admired my brown ones. my eyes wandered down to his nose and his pale cheeks and forehead, which were given a purple tint due to the limo lights. his lips were thin but plump, and slightly apart. his gaze traveled across my face as well, and stopped on my lips. he pulled me in, and when our lips touched, my heart almost melted.

the euphoria was the exact same as it was three years ago. it made my insides tingle and my heart do the flippy-flop thing. i smiled into the kiss, pulling phil in closer with my arms that were wrapped around his neck. i was so happy, so thrilled to finally have someone to be with for my entire life. i knew that someone would be phil.

we pulled apart after a moment, smiling at one another and a deep blush setting on each other's face. even after all this time, we got all blushy and embarrassed with every kiss from the thrill.

"so, where are we going exactly?" i asked phil, giggling a little from the momentary bliss.

phil snickered, "that's a surprise."

a wave of euphoria hit me from our first date so long ago. that's what he told me on the way to the ice skating rink. i smiled at the memory, remembering the whole night.

throughput the years, me and phil straightened out our differences. we came to a compromise once i brought up my whole pyromania situation: i could do whatever i needed to do to fulfill my need, just as long as phil wasn't around. i loved him so much for understanding. he is absolutely perfect.

the limo stopped suddenly, and phil thanked the driver before pulling us both out. i laughed before looking up at the place phil had taken us.

it was the same exact ice skating rink he had taken me to three years ago. except this time, it was rented out all for ourselves.

that night was the absolute best night of my life. we skated, laughed, kissed, and we went out for dinner at a semi-fancy pizza parlor across the street. he got the limo to take us to where we were staying for the month-long duration of the honeymoon; a small apartment in paris. later that night, you could say that love was definitely made in paris.

it was that night that i knew: phil was everything i had ever wanted. i knew then that i would never fall for another person, that i would never do anything to hurt him or pull him down. i would love that beautiful boy until the end.

i would take phil over absolutely anything.

i suppose that's what love is.
when someone overpowers your need to set fire to things, simply because you love them.
that is true love.

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