Little Wonder (Phan)

Fifty.

Sniffling, I hid my face in the crook of his neck, whimpering as he rubbed my tummy, I'd had a tummy ache ever since yesterday. But I still hadn't thrown up, I hadn't been able to eat anything that I was able to throw up. Whining I curled up into his side, I didn't want to live on this planet anymore. "You're going to be fine, Dan. Don't be so dramatic." Pressing his lips against my temple, I closed my eyes. Everything was far too bright for right now. "Come on Dan, it's gonna be gone by tomorrow. Don't you just want to sleep?" Shaking my head, I just curled up into his side even more, I was trying to be as small as I possibly could be. Which was kind of hard when you were a 6 ft man. "Well, at least the convention part of this trip is over, I mean. No more hustle and bustle, we can do whatever we want now." He closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around me even tighter, his hand being removed from my tummy. That was to bad, I'd actually liked it there. It was comforting to me. "Do you want to try and eat again?"

"No." My voice wobbled, broke, it was but a whisper. "I don't know what to do. I can't sleep, because I'm too tired, I can't eat because I'll just throw it up, and I can't throw up because I don't have anything in my tummy." I started to whine, complain, my tone turning into one of a young child, whining to their parent. But Phil was patient, he was used to this whenever I was sick, I just needed to be taken care of. Loved. I would get better eventually. "I just feel bad, and I'm taking away Winnie's vacation days." I placed my arm over my eyes, damn lights. "I was going to make this a family thing, something we haven't done in awhile. But no, I had to go and get sick, and now she's hanging out with Sean and Signe for the most part." It wasn't a bad thing that she was hanging out with them, but -- was it stupid to say that I was a bit jealous?

"Oh -- Bear." He rubbed at my arms, kissing the top of my head. "I'm sorry that things didn't go as planned. But, no plan is perfect." With another sigh, he looked over at the window, the almost perfect blue sky, barely a cloud to be seen, and a tiny breeze. You could label this as the perfect day. And he was stuck inside, taking care of me. "Hey." He nudged me, a large grin on his face, those ocean eyes of his twinkling. "How about I make you some soup, yeah? I mean, I'm not as good a cook as Marzia, but I think I can manage something as simple as soup." His eyes shone, and he bounced a little, though he still held me in his arms. Nodding in approval, he bounced up and grinned. "Great! Okay -- stay here. I'll be right back! I promise." He leaned forward and pecked my lips, no matter how many times I told him not to. He'd get sick too.

I heard him scampering in the kitchen, not ours of course, he knew where everything was. But in the kitchen we'd been given in our hotel, everything was new, and there was barely enough things to make a proper meal. I guess they really expected people to order from room service. I waited as I was told, where else was I going to go anyways? The most I could move was a roll, I didn't even want to roll. Grabbing my phone I scrolled through social media, but even that got a bit boring. So I grabbed Phil's phone. I loved going through his messages. But sometimes I found things I didn't want to find, and I guess today was that day. What a day to be alive, ya?

So, how's it going between you and Dan?

It's getting better, slowly. We almost lost Winnie, so that didn't really help with the whole rekindling thing, but I'm giving it time. He must be hurting inside, I'm not going to force anything. And why, might I ask, are you so interested about what's happening?

I'm your mother, Philip. It's my job to be interested and nosy. I care about you and want to make sure that this marriage is actually working out, and that you didn't make a mistake.

Why would you think that? Do you think I made a mistake, mum?

All I'm saying is, you could've had your own kid. One that is actually your blood, a true Lester, but instead you went for adoption, and you married a man instead of a woman.