Adopted By Phan. (sequel to Adopted by Phan a Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

I rember when you told me

Dan's POV:

I laid down on the bed with dad still next to me. He said he wouldn't leave until I fell asleep. Soon, the door opened and Phil walked in. He went into the desk and grabbed his camera.
He walked to me and crawled onto the bed. "Hello sweet pie." He smiled and kissed me.
I smiled back. "Hi." I pull his hand towards me. He's careful when he falls down, falling next to me, instead on me and my scars like usual.
I giggle and kiss his lips. You can tell I'm gay as fuck. 
           He smiled before having to leave due to the kids.
        Dad chuckles, "What's so funny?" I asked.
           "Oh nothing."
           "Don't pull that shit on me."
          He smiles, "I remember when you came out. You were about 20."

     -Le flash back-

       Dan's POV:

        "H-hey? Dad?" I asked dad walked in with a basket full of laundry.
       "Yeah?"
       "Can we talk?"
       He puts the basket down. "Yeah, I got a minute." He sits next to me on my bed. "What's up buddy?"
       "You know Phil, right?"
       "Yeah, you guys are great friends." He smiles.
        "A-about that..."
        "What's wrong? Did you guys get in a fight?"
        "N-no. Um...I think...I don't think...I know..."
        "You know what?" He asks, his voice calm and easy.
         "I like Phil. Like like. And he likes me too."
        "Sweetie? Are you telling me you love Phil?" He asks.
         I start to tear up.
         "You like boys?"
        I nod, full on crying. "I-I'm sorry."
        He pulls me into a hug. "Sweetie. You have nothing to be sorry for. You are born the way you are. And I will always except you." He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead.
           Later, it was time to tell mum. She was cooking dinner and we were alone. "Hey mum?"
            "Yeah?"
            "Can I tell you something?"
            "Sure. Anything!" She smiles.
           "I think I'm gay..."
             She looks up, "Good. And wear it with pride."
            I smile and run upstairs. "Alex!" I shout. Might as well tell the whole family.
          "What?!" He asks. He was 7 years old.
         "Do you know what gay means?"
         "No."
         "When a boy likes another boy."
         "Gross." Okay okay, he's 7, chill.
         "Nope. Not gross. Because I'm gay!"
         "Okay." Of course.