Little Wonder (Phan)

Eighty-Seven.

The first thing I noticed was that I was a lot more comfortable than I had been when I'd first gotten here. Slowly opening my eyes I realised that was because there was an wrapped around me to keep me propped up and cushioned, not to mention an entire body to lean against so I wouldn't feel the roughness of the concrete wall. Licking my lips gently I dared to look up and see that Phil wasn't even looking at me, his eyes weren't even open. But there was a smile on his face. And for some reason, even though it hadn't been prompted. I knew it was because of me. I didn't know if he was awake and just waiting for me to say something or if he'd woken up and seen me and had fallen back asleep after making sure I was comfortable. I felt bad, he didn't look comfortable at all. Lifting my hand slowly, seeing that it was shaking and soon realising that my entire body was, I gently placed it over his. He jolted awake, confirming my suspicions that he'd fallen back asleep after securing me. He was blurry eyed and I knew that he couldn't see a thing, his glasses were off to the side, but the first he did when he had some sort of sense was look at me with something like disbelief in his eyes. Disbelief and relief. "Good morning." His voice just croaked and I couldn't help but smile, we'd only been out for an hour or two, but he didn't seem to care so why should I? "Hang on, I'm basically flying blind right now." That was amusing.

Watching him fumble about to grab his glasses without detaching me from his arm was a show all on it's own, but it soon came to an end. "Good morning, Phil." I tried to keep my voice at a monotone level, but the fact of the matter is that I wanted to cry. Happy tears. I didn't think I'd ever wake up next to him again, even if it was in the middle of a station. We weren't in the middle of it but you get the point. "Honestly, you're so impatient, having that nice young woman come and get you a blanket and everything. Bah. I'm your husband and I barely like doing that stuff." That choked me up. Husband. He'd heard it to and looked at me with hope in his eyes, I still saw him as my husband. Of course I did, there wouldn't be a day that went by that I would not see him as my husband. "You are such a bother sometimes, you dolt." Standing up quickly I held out my hand to him, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now come on before Winnie starts to worry or something, I trust you have someone watching her?" Not even looking as he grabbed my hand I wrapped my fingers around his and began to pull him through the station with a determined mindset. I was going to break down eventually, why not at home? He seemed to understand that and didn't resist, at least not until we got in front of the front door.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to have you come back home." Home. A place I hadn't been in a few months, but had it changed very much? Perhaps they finally got rid of some house plants while I was gone. He rested his forehead against mine and I was afraid he was going to kiss him. No. I was afraid I wasn't going to kiss him back. But he seemed to understand that not everything was going to go back to normal right away and he merely pressed his lips gently to my forehead. "Winnie's still asleep and Dodie is inside, hopefully none of us wakes her up." And I didn't know whether he meant Winnie or Dodie. Quietly opening the door I was blessed with a sight I never thought I'd see. Winnie was leaning into Dodie's chest sleepily as she sang some songs softly, strumming her ukelele with ease and smiling down at the sleepy girl. "Dodie, I think it's okay if you go now." His voice was a whisper and there wasn't a rude meaning to any of it. The moment her green eyes focused on the two of us they sparkled more than I'd ever seen before and she quietly took her leave, after giving me a hug and pecking me on the cheek. With a small smile I closed the door after her and then suddenly I froze at the tiny voice that sounded.

"Papa?" It was unsure and when I turned around I saw her rubbing at her eyes as if though she thought I might be some sleep-deprived illusion. Getting down on my knees I knew that I was crying because her figure blurred and I opened my arms wide with a small whisper of 'it's really me, Little Cub. I'm home.' And in merely a few seconds she seemed to be wide awake and ran at me with speed that seemed faster than light, knocking me onto my back without much of a issue. We were both a crying mess as I made sure my arms were secured around her tiny figure and left kisses on every available place on her face. "Papa I missed you so much! Where did you go? I was so worried you weren't coming back, that you didn't love us anymore. But I knew that was not true! It's couldn't be true. I know you love us very, very much. I know I love you, Papa." I was crying now without restraint and I don't know when but Phil had joined us and was crying.

"I missed you too, Little Cub." My voice was a whisper, I was unable to be louder than one. I felt like this was a dream and if I spoke to loudly I was going to scare her away. "And I know we have a lot to catch up on but how about you go to bed? It's to early for little girls to be up and Daddy and Papa have to talk." Giving her head one last kiss I smiled before ushering her towards her room, it'd been awhile since I'd done that. "Now, how about we talk a bit?" And though I knew I wasn't a teenager and I could control my hormones, the moment I looked at him I wanted to do nothing else but kiss him, hug him, and push him against the wall. Does that make me bad?

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DOES THAT MAKE HIM A BAD PERSON?