bear // phan - book one

chapter nine

2022
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"remember all those years ago, when we played in the fake game show that chris made?" phil asked me.

"yes, sweetheart. i do."

"makes me wonder who would be our best man."

i chuckled, "what do you mean?"

"our fans went crazy."

"they went even more crazy when we made that video."

phil smirked at me while moving his hand around in his pocket, "don't you think it's weird how chris guessed our wedding year?"

"what do you— we aren't even engaged." i turned to look at him.

phil returned my gaze, smirking more and more with each second.

i chuckled, "phil, i'm so confused."

my lion exaggerated a sigh, and he stood up from our grey couch. kitten slid off his lap, barking loudly. granted, kitten is huge and phil always hated it when he was on the couch. i laughed again. "what are you doing, phil?"

phil whistled, and our corgi, winnie, ran in. "good girl, winnie."

he picked up the small pup, placing her on my lap.

i noticed a folded up piece of paper under her pink collar. i took it and glanced at phil.

"unfold it, hurry."

i rolled my eyes, unfolding it as quickly as i could.

the tiny paper under winnie's collar turned into a giant poster board.

a giant blank poster board.

"i don't understand what is going on."

"then put the poster board down."

i did as i was told, folding it back as i did so.

"now wha— oh my god."

phil was kneeling on the floor, a velvet box in his hand.

"bear, will you marry me?"

i nodded my head as tears fell from my eyes.