Wait For It {Phil × Reader}

29- Spills

Were almost to 2k guys

Y/n pov

  I continued watching my show. Phil walked in with a bowl of my cereal.

  "Want a bite?" he asked as he sat down next to me.

  "No." I responded. I felt him watching me as he ate his cereal. I looked over at him. I held his gaze for a few seconds before he kissed me. He pulled back seconds later, realizing he spilled his cereal. He frowned and started to get up.

  "Ill go clean this up." I pushed him back down on the couch.

  "No Phil. Youre going to drip it everywhere. Let me get the towels." I left and grabbed some towels. I ran back in a threw one at him.

  "I thought you told me not to clean it up?" he said with a small smirk.

  "Ya, no. You spilled it all over your crotch, and unless you want to smell like spoiled milk and look like you peed yourself, you're going to clean yourself up." He quietly laughed as I got to work cleaning it off the couch. Phil would laugh every now and again when my hand brush against his thigh, for the reason he refused to move so I could clean up better.

  "You know what? I'm just going to change and throw these in the washer." he got up and started walking towards my bedroom.

  "Make sure to put other clothes in the load. Don't just wash your jeans." I told him before he left the room.

  "Yes mum." he said sarcastically, a small smirk in my direction. I sighed and shook my head. That kid, so much work. Probably just still horny from this morning. I quietly laughed at the thought. 

   I saw him walk by with a big ball of black. "What's that?"

  "My clothes."

  "I thought you wore color?"

  "My jeans." I looked at him confused.

  "Aren't those clean?"

  "Ya. But I don't have anything else to wash. So I'm washing these."

  "You could have washed my clothes with them. I have actual dirty clothes." I could feel my eyes start to water, for a reason I didn't know. Phil walked back in and fell into the corner of the couch. I tried to stop myself from crying, but I could feel my chest tightening.

  "Heh, I guess I didn't think of that." I couldn't tell if he noticed I was on the verge of tears or not. By the amount of concern the was filling his eyes, I assumed he did.

  "If they were all clean, why didn't you put a pair on?"  I whispered, still trying to keep the tears in.

  "Didn't think of it? Didn't want to? I was just playing Y/n, what's wrong? Was it me?" he got down on the floor next to me, pulling me into him. I nuzzled my head into his chest, feeling a few tears fall down my checks. Phil gently stroked my hair, calming me the best he could.

  "Hey, its okay. Im here. Look, Mr cactus wants to do a little number." I sat up off him to see him playing with my tiny cactus, one of the two house plants I have. I felt myself smile as I wiped my tears away. "Ya. That's what I like to see." he sat back, a weak smile on his lips.

  He handed 'Mr cactus' to me and I gently held him in my hands. I could feel Phil watching me, a guilty expression on his face. I could tell he blamed himself. It wasn't his fault though. He was just playing around.

  "Im sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." he looked down, refusing to make eye contact. I moved closer to him and laid my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat, a little quick but still a steady beat.

  "This is our son." I said, placing the cactus on the table. "Mr cactus Lester. That's his name." I felt Phil place a small kiss on my head.

  "Ya." he whispered. "Your cactus is now our son." I felt him breath out a laugh. He gently took my hand with one hand and pet my hair with the other one. "I love you. So much."

  "I love you more." i whispered back, looking up at him. He gently kissed me, pulling me into him more.

A/n

  Im going to start updating just once a week. There's not going to be a set day but I feel like I need a bit more time to work on the chapters to make this story the best it can be.