Little Wonder (Phan)

Seventy-Eight.

“Will you ever love another person that’s not me?” I looked up at him with panic in my eyes and felt my heart squeezing in panic. Phil and me had been dating for almost 2 months and I swear to gosh every girl and guy was eyeing him up since he’d been claimed. Well I shouldn’t use the term ‘claimed’, he’s not a limited edition toy that’s no longer in stock. But he was one of a kind and I wasn’t about to give him up without a fight. Holding onto him gently my grip slowly tightened the longer he seemed to refuse to answer. “Phil?” My voice cracked and I knew that it gave me a helpless kind of look, but right now I felt helpless. But there was a smile on his lips so I knew that whatever his answer was going to be it was going to be good.

Taking my hands in his he was eye level with me before pecking my lips. “You know I can’t promise that, Daniel.” Tears started to appear in my eyes and I wanted to pull away and run as far away as I could, as fast as I could. But his hands were still holding mine. “You know that I can’t promise that because what if one day we have a family?” That had never even crossed my mind, I’d thought it to early to start thinking of the future we might have together one day. Though I highly doubted we were going to have any sort of romantic kind of future. This was probably a phase for him, an experiment. I’d been plenty of people’s little experiment, both genders. Girls who wanna see if they are any kind of straight, and guys who wanna see if they like guys. Neither turned out very well. “Our little ones aren’t going to think it very fair if I give all my love to you, I’ll need to be equally fair.” Kissing my knuckles sweetly he smiled and looked at me with those ocean eyes that I’d decided right then and there that I’d fallen in love with. Though I think I fell in love with them the first time that I saw them. But they slowly flooded with panic. “Am I speaking to out of turn?” He seemed afraid that he’d spoken to much, given away to much of his plans. But they were to perfect.

Laughing I jumped up and pushed him down onto the ground with giggles bubbling past my lips. His hands were on my waist and he was kissing my lips over and over again. “You will never speak out of turn with me, does that sound weird?” I tipped my head with a curious expression. “As long as you're with me you don’t ever have to hesitate, question, or wonder what I would think. It’s probably going to be a yes.” Grinning down at him I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and let out a couple of satisfied noises. But he was gently poking my shoulder and I looked back into those beautiful eyes that I never wanted looking at any one else. I wanted to be their main focus. I wanted those eyes filled with love looking at me.

“And if I asked you to marry me?” My breathing stopped and my mind wouldn’t work and any thought that I tried to produce just exploded in my mind. And there was that knowing smile on his face, he knew exactly what was going through my mind right then. Nothing. I scowled and pushed him away, telling him to not joke around like that. But he grabbed my hand again and looked straight into my eyes, “I’m not joking. Daniel James Howell.” He got down on one knee and my breathing hitched, but I was able to breath this time, somewhat. I looked down at him with a nervous expression. “If I asked for your hand in marriage right now would you say yes?” Would I? My first response would be no right on the spot, because who said yes to a marriage proposal on the first few dates? After 2 months of dating him?

I pulled away from him and looked away from those questioning eyes. “I-I would love to say yes, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, but don’t you think it’s a bit to early?” I felt my heart falling into my stomach, would he push me away and break up with me just because I wasn’t going to marry him? But he just got back up on his own two feet and nodded with an understanding expression. “You're not mad at me for saying no?” Scared.

“Of course not, I was just asking what you would say.” Patting the back of my hand he kissed my knuckles again and laughed. “It was probably a good thing you didn’t say yes, I didn’t have a ring or anything.” He was messing up the back of his hair and smiled at me with that crooked grin he usually only directed at me. “Now how about we have some lunch? We slept a little later than I thought we would, but the day isn’t ruined yet. And as long as I have you at my side I don’t think it’ll ever be ruined.” He pecked my cheek and skipped out of his room, but I told him to come back when he didn’t realise that he was still just in his boxers. Which might be another reason why I’d been flustered when he’d kneeled down right in front of me.

He was a major dork.

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And I knew that Phil had never broken his promise. The minute we’d gotten Winnie and had her join our little family I knew that he’d fallen in love with her. And though his attention was going to be shared I knew that he didn’t love me any less. I almost thought that he might love me even more now. Wrapping my fingers around his own I pulled him even closer and gave him a gentle smile before attacking his lips with my own. “You are a stupid idiot.” I whispered with a loving tone and I couldn’t help but grin when he frowned, he knew that I was never serious. He knew that I never meant to be mean or harmful towards him nor Winnie. Not really anyone. I kissed his lips again before backing up and sitting on his hips lovingly. Ha.

“Are you trying to arouse me, Mr Lester?” His tone was flirty and I knew where he thought this was going, but I also knew our 7 year old daughter was going to be up any minute asking us why we were in such funny positions, if I didn't stop this right now. Grabbing a pillow and pushing it against his face I laughed and scoffed, I wasn't that easy. Though I think we both knew that was a lie, despite me not even saying anything. “Fine, I get the picture. No funny business.” He held up his hands in a defensive manner before laughing himself and pushing me off gently before sweetly kissing me. “You taste like bubblegum and licorice.” He was trying to be romantic, but that's what I'd had last night.

“Must've forgotten to brush my teeth last night, oops. Gotta do that soon.” I could practically feel the cavity’s already. But he didn't seem to mind as he swooped in for another kiss. “Alright, I get it. I love you too.” We both knew I wasn't annoyed, I just wanted to get on with the day. “Move it along, old man.” I teased and playfully pecked his nose before squealing and dashing off the bed onto the floor. “Don't hit me over the head with your cane, please!” I held up my arms dramatically in front of my face. “I don't think my husband will like my face all scratched up.” Rolling his eyes he smacked me over the head and got up himself, making me second guess if I actually wanted to get up and ready or not. The view was amazing. Reaching out he smacked my hand, reminding me ‘no funny business’. I really did hate him.