Little Wonder (Phan)

Fifty-Four.

"Papa." It was late at night, and Phil wasn't home yet, so it was just me and Winnie. But it felt like it hadn't been that way for a long time, so I wasn't very upset. I looked down at her, she was clutching her Pooh Bear and looking up at me with large light eyes, her cheeks rosy and her curls messed up. She'd had a nightmare. I brought her into my arms, paused my show, and smile down at her. Urging her to tell me what had happened. "You and daddy, you were fighting again, and then I saw all alone." She was shaking, leaning into my chest and closing her eyes tightly. "I didn't like it, I don't like being alone, papa." Her voice was a whisper, and it was squeaking and breaking, she was really afraid. "Will you and daddy ever leave me alone?"

I shook my head, pressing my lips to the top of her head. "No, cub. Of course not. We love you too much to ever just up and leave you. I promise you, we will always be there for you." I took her hand in mine, and squeezed it lovingly. "You can always come to us with anything, with all the questions that are on your mind, and you want answered. We might not always know the answers, but I promise that we will try our best, alright?" She nodded, playing with my fingers and smiling as she looked at the TV. "This is called Bates Motel. It's a bit mature for you, but in a few years, maybe you'll enjoy it." I cradled her in my arms, rocking her back and forth. "I can take you back to bed, or we could watch something until daddy comes home?" She opted for the second choice, cuddling into my chest, and looking at the TV. She was waiting to see what I would pick. "Winnie the Pooh it is." It was the only thing I could think of, looking down at her and seeing her looking up at me with such expectant eyes. I didn't wanna let her down.

But he seemed just fine with my choice, holding her Bear even closer, falling asleep minute by minute on top of me, and I placed my hand on the middle of her back. The only thing that was bugging me was how late Phil was, this was getting ridiculous. It was almost 1am, and I hadn't even heard a car pass by, had the entire world froze or something? We had moved a few years ago, but I hadn't quite expected for the noise to just stop. We still lived in London after all. A small huff left me, and I was careful not to disturb Winnie, taking her with me in the end, and looked out the balcony we had. It wasn't really a balcony, but kind of a porch in the air, do you know what I mean? We've seen plenty of them on American apartments before. She loosely clung to me, her head resting lightly on my shoulder as I bounced her up and down, it was a bit chilly out despite being mid-June, so I knew I shouldn't keep her out here for too long. It was almost 2, and that's when I really started panicking. I was pacing back and forth, having set down Winnie by then, and began to bite my nails. I never bit my nails. I was really worried.

"Dan!?" He ran in, slamming the door shut, not even making sure it was locked before running at me, his arms wide open. Wrapping his arms around me tightly, he made sure to whisper in my ear, soothing words. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise what time it was, and then the station was packed. And then it broke down, and they made us walk a couple of miles to a bus station, and then that took forever, and then -- I'm here. I'm so sorry if you were worried." His eyes looked into mine, and they were scared, did he think I was upset at him? I had been very scared for his safety, and seeing him here, with him in my arms, made me relax so much. He looked at me, waiting for an answer, pecking his lips against mine. "I'm really sorry. I have no idea what you might've been thinking, but I know it couldn't have been the best thing ever"

He was right, I thought he'd been dead. Now, that was a bit of an extreme, but not hearing from your husband a few hours after he was supposed to be home, you can think the silliest of things. "No, nothing to drastic, just silly things." I smiled at him, I wanted him to feel better, I didn't want him to be worried and panicked and afraid. I wanted him to be calm, relaxed, and happy. "How about you go and put Winnie into bed, and then we can get ready ourselves and have a late start to the day tomorrow, does that sound good?" He nodded, pressing his lips to mine again, and giggling. "Don't ever do that again though. Get your license, your 32, Phil." I knew he'd heard me, because he let out a small sigh, but he didn't protest. Would he finally?

"You need a shower." I pulled away from him, he'd been running, and he was ready. "I am not letting you anywhere near our bed smelling like that." Clicking my tongue, I turned him to the shower, and pushed him forward. "Forget about Winnie, I've got her covered. Get in. and I'll join you in a few minutes, okay?" His eyes got excited, those ocean eyes were bright as he ran off, running again. He'd just get even more sweaty now, great. Picking up Winnie, smiling at the way she sleepily clung to me again, I walked towards her room. "Sorry, cub. I didn't mean to have you up so late, we'll have a late day tomorrow, alright? So sleep as long as you." She smiled, but didn't verbally respond, and just shifted in my arms. A sigh of relief left her lips as I set her down in her bed, and she curled up into her duvet. We'd gotten her a new duvet, but it still had some good colours to it. It was different shades of yellows, pinks, and blues. You could call them pastel. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's what they were. And they suit her great.

Leaving a kiss on the top of her head, I left her to her dreams, and went towards the bathroom, smiling as I heard Phil already singing. He never really knew that he was doing it, it was like it just habit. Opening the door slowly, I marveled at the sight I was given, I knew I'd never get used to the sight, but instead of feeling lust like I usually did, I just felt love. I took off my shirt, closing the door so Winnie wouldn't accidentally just walk in and see something she didn't want to. "Philip ~" I purred into the air, and his voice stopped, he was listening for me, and he peeked out from behind the shower curtain, his ocean eyes brightening. "I don't know what you have in mind, but we're gonna clean your body, and then it's to bed, got it?" I gave him a stern look, and though he looked surprised, he nodded and hid behind the curtain. But he was really just waiting for me, like he usually did. "Are we playing games now, Philip?"

He shook his head, giving my shoulder a kiss as I joined him, and I couldn't help but smile, I loved the feeling he gave me, he touches he gave me. They made me feel so happy, like there were fireworks in my tummy, and butterflies flapping around trying to avoid them. It was a commotion. But a good commotion, there was no doubt about that. "I wouldn't play games with you, Daniel." We both knew that was a lie, but I couldn't really argue with him, not with the kisses he was giving me. "Now, about you start with my hair, please?" A sweet smile was on his lips in a matter of seconds, and he grabbed the soap for me, handing it over. I gave a grumble, he was a tease and he knew it. But he also knew I was to tired to actually do anything about it. Squeezing a bit into my hand, I started rubbing it into his hair, using my fingertips before too long, scrubbing it into his scalp. "Thanks, you always make it feel so good, Dan."

I smirked at him though, and he looked alarmed. "You handed me Winnie's shampoo, and you know how she likes to smell like --" I looked down at her bottle, I forgot sometimes. "Wow, I hope you like the scent of cherries." But when I heard him snicker, I knew that wouldn't be a problem. I tugged on his hair, and he gave me a pain filled whimper. "That's what you get for being so gross, I'm trying to cleanse you." But the meaning was pretty clear, no on online let us forget about it either. Phil and his stupid pictures. "Keep that up, and I'm leaving. Your a 32 year old man, you can wash yourself." I knew that would get him to behave, he didn't want to be alone. He was like me, without the other, we felt incomplete. Happens over some time. I smiled and pecked his lips, no matter how much soap was between our lips, though I knew I would regret it sooner or later. When I all tasted was cherries. "Now let's just finish up here."

Getting his puff, I started on his back, smiling as he curved it, obviously liking the touch. "You are so gentle." His voice was a whisper, and I just rolled my eyes. He gave a yelp as I went a bit rougher. "No fair, you have the advantage here." But I just stuck out my tongue and continued, though I was a lot softer than before. We managed to finish within an hour, and we plopped in bed as soon as we had our PJs on, looking at each other with an amused smile. We always took too long in the shower, no wonder our water bill was always so high. "Goodnight, Daniel."

"Goodnight, Philip." 

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Bad ending, just work with me here, okay?