Little Wonder (Phan)

Fifty-Eight.

It's already been 3 years since we've had Winnie, and it was now December, and almost 2020. "Winnie, come on!" Now, I knew this day was basically about her, she was getting the gifts, but I wanted to try and get her hyped. I wasn't usually the morning person, none of us were really morning people, but Christmas was a totally didn't thing. "Do you want some hot cocoa? Papa has some ready for you and Daddy, but I have to go and get Daddy up." I kissed the top of her head, getting her the mug of cocoa, before skipping to our bedroom. "Philly ~! Wake up, Phil!"

I jumped onto his lap, bouncing up and down. "Stop that right now, Daniel. Or else you are going to get the wrong response." His voice was deep, his sleepy voice, and I stopped. I was acting like a child, the way I used to act when we'd first started dating, and I'd always been more submissive back then. So I just stopped, looking down with a sad expression. But he sat up quickly and grabbed my face. "Just get me some coffee, babe. And I swear, I'll be nicer in a few minutes." Pressing his lips against mine, I melted into his body and smiled, giggling like a schoolgirl the second we broke apart. With a smile of his own, he pushed me off the bed. "Now Daniel, that would be the best." Nodding, I scrambled out of the bedroom, getting coffee done.

"Hello, little cub." Winnie was up more, her belly most likely warm and full, she'd found the cookies already. But I wasn't about to scold her, I would have done the same thing if I was in her position. "I'm going to get Daddy's coffee ready, and then we'll open your gifts, okay?" I smiled down at her, ruffling her curls before going to the coffee machine. "Go and pick out your present, honey." She squealed and ran past me, having me stable my footing and making sure that I didn't scald her or me. Shaking my head at her childness, I got out one of Phil's favourite mugs and poured him a regular cup of coffee. "That one?" I looked over at her with a happy smile as I went towards the bedroom again, and she nodded, her liquid eyes sparkling with happiness of their own. This was all like some kind of cheesy morning, you know? It was almost something was wrong, really wrong, but no one could really tell. Now this was a sliver of doubt in my mind, but it was Christmas, I was not about to ruin this. "Philip! I have your --"

But when I got into the bedroom, there was something very disturbing presented to me. This had to be a nightmare, this couldn't be really. I could barely stand. "Phil?" I whispered, slowly making my way over to his silent form. There was a lot of blood, and as I got closer I saw some stab wounds in his chest, and he was still alive. But his breathing was finally, he was gasping for air, begging for life. When his eyes caught mine, they only widened with fear, and he tried to move away. But I didn't know why, until I realised I wasn't holding a mug of coffee anymore, I was holding a knife. And it was dripping with blood. "Phil! No! I-I didn't -- please don't --" But he didn't seem to be listening, and his eyes were fluttering shut. "No. .. NO!!"

This was just a nightmare. A nightmare. It had to be a nightmare. "Papa?" I wanted to push her away, I didn't want her to see any of this. But as she walked in she, she was all cut up and she was crying, tears of blood, and I couldn't help but fall to my knees. "Papa? Why is -- is he okay? Daddy?" She went over to Phil, before looking up at me. "Why, Papa? Why did you kill Daddy? Did he make you angry?" She was growing weaker, she couldn't even keep her eyes open anymore, they were dried with blood. Sealed shut. "Do you hate us now, papa?" Tears.

"Winnie --" But she screamed at me, claiming that I was the worst Papa ever, that she hated me, and that she wanted Daddy back. She only wanted Daddy. I started to cry before dropping the knife, shaking my head. "I didn't want to -- I never meant to -- I didn't even realise I had done anything." I looked up at her, but she didn't seem to believe me, clinging to Phil's long dead body, it had to be cold by now. And then I woke up, screaming and shouting, shaking horribly and feeling like I still had blood on my hands, and I fell off the bed within a few seconds. Phil's head popped up quickly, and he looked around in panic, despite not being able to see without his glasses. I scrambled away from the bed. I was unstable. Not to be trusted.

He grumbled and rubbed at his eyes. "Dan?" Grabbing for his glasses, he looked down at me on the floor with a confused expression, his light eyebrows shot up so far they were hidden in his dark hair. "Did you fall off the bed again?" He shuffled towards my side of the bed, smiling down at me like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't been covered in blood and stabbed in the chest only moments ago. But those were images for only my mind to see, to remember. I did not need to worry him with that. He had a loving smile on his face, a stupid loving smile, and it was directed straight at me. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself when you feel down?" I shook my head, bouncing back onto my foot, but my stomach felt queasy. I fell onto the bed.

"Just a nightmare, Philip." I whispered, feeling his hand on the middle of my back, making a few soothing circles in my back, and when I looked at him, I still saw that smile on his face. I couldn't believe he was looking at me like that, if I ever told him what my nightmare had been about, he wouldn't be looking at me the same."I don't want to talk about it, isn't it Christmas today" I mumbled, but my legs wouldn't move, they shook and didn't seem to want to listen. I really didn't want him to worry too much, I just wanted to forget that this had even happen, I just wanted today to be normal. But I had a feeling that'd be to much to ask for. 

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Should I just make next chapter normal? And Winnie is 6, right? I mean, I've kind of forgotten. I will look back today, just give me a moment. YEAH SHE IS 6 WAIT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T MADE HER 7 AND SHE HAS HAD HER TIME AS 5 OKAY YEAH OKAY BYE!!!