Never Alone (Phan AU)

8

Phil was out late at the office again. He quit YouTube about a year and half ago. He said he wanted to try something else for a while, but still joins me for my videos. Sometimes he comes home later than other days. I'm fine with it, since now I have more time to be with the kids. It also made me realize just how different everything is when he's gone. 

"Dad? When's Papa coming home?" Trinity asks as soon as she gets in the car. I had just picked her up from school. 

"He said he should be home around seven. What do you want for dinner?" I ask.

"I don't know, but Tyler was wondering if I could spend the night at her house. Can I?" Trin asks, looking over at me. 

"I guess. Just make sure you do your homework before you go." I say, stopping at the light. 

We soon pull up to the house, Trin running out and opening the door. She's been a handful lately. She's thirteen now, almost fourteen. It's crazy how fast she's growing up. Mason is also getting so much bigger. Every time I see them, I want to cry because I think of how much my life has changed with them. 

I got inside and took out some frozen veggies and chicken. I wanted to make stir-fry, Phil's favorite. 

***

"Hey babe," Phil calls, walking into the kitchen. 

"Hi," I say, giving him a kiss. 

"Mm, where are the kids?" He asks, noticing there were only two plates laid out. 

"Trinity is at Tyler's and Mason is with your mum for the weekend," I respond, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "We have the house all to our selves." I say quietly.

Phil smiles, his lips pressing to mine. I melt into the kiss, my hands moving to cup his cheeks. His hands are firm on my waist as he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around him. He pushes me against the fridge, his body rough on mine. 

"P-Phil, the food," I say and laugh softly. 

His lips trail from my lips to my neck, soft, feathery kisses being left everywhere. 

"I love you," Phil says, his blue eyes shinning. 

"I love you too. Now, you get changed and I'll fix your plate," I say and he nods, running up the stairs. 

I place the stir-fry on Phil's plate, a smile on my face as I waited for my husband to come back to the kitchen.

Or at least, that's what I wanted to happen. 

"Who's that?" I ask as Phil looks at his phone, smiling. 

"Huh? Oh, just my mum sending me a picture of Mason," He says, turning off his phone. 

"Really? Can I see?" I ask, feeling the slightest bit suspicious. 

"It's nothing really, he was just playing the drums." Phil dismisses. 

"Why can't I see the picture?" I ask, a small chuckle leaving my mouth. 

"I don't see why it's a big deal!" Phil raises his voice. 

I stared at him in shock. He never raises his voice at me, not even when we get into petty arguments. The only time Phil and I really argued was when we started out on YouTube. He worked long hours at a small job he had and still worked hard to put out videos. We were both so stressed at the time because we barely had enough money to get by. I looked at him for a while before finally speaking up. 

"What is your problem? Why have you been so defensive lately?" I ask, leaning forward a bit. 

"Why have you been so nosy lately?" Phil presses. 

"I want to know what's wrong with you, Phil! You've been so defensive lately and I just can't anymore! I want to talk to you!" I yelled,  the feeling of tears stinging my eyes. 

Phil shook his head and stood up. He pushed his plate away and walked up the stairs. I sat silently until I heard the door slam shut to our room. I let out a stuttered breath before wiping my tears and standing up. 

Inhale, exhale. 

I repeated that in my mind a few times before I stood up and started cleaning. It helped me get my anger out as I angrily scrubbed the pans. Tears left my eyes as I thought of the worst. I hear footsteps coming towards he kitchen and quickly wipe my tears, continuing the dishes. 

"Danny?" Phil says softly. I ignore him. 

"Daniel I'm sorry. You're right. I have been a bit... cold, i guess. I'm just stressed with work. You know I love you, right?" He asks, walking closer. 

I turn around and see him. He has on an old Guns N Roses tour shirt and some sweats on. His face is red and eyes puffy. My heart breaks when seeing him like that. I nod and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his torso. 

"I love you too, Philly." I mumble. 

Hi guys! I know it's been a long time since I've updated. I think I finally have a new idea of how I want this book to go. I have my notes and everything that I want, but I finally figured out how I want the flow to go, ya know? Anyways; I've had half of this chapter sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now, not knowing how to finish it. I finally did, and I know it's short. Sorry about that, but I didn't know what else to put.

Thank you all for being patient with me and my shitty updating schedule. I'm working on it, I promise.

How y'all enjoyed it!! 

-Mia