Saturdays (Parent Phan)
Warnings: None, other than fluff I guess.
Summary: Just a glance at Saturday mornings with the Howlter/Howell-Lester family.
Dan rolled over and wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist, it felt so nice just sleeping. He hadn’t this great of a night’s sleep in months. It wasn’t disrupted the entire night, and not at all that morning. He gave a content sigh, and pressed his face to the top of Phil’s back. His foggy morning brain still wasn’t functioning properly yet. He felt like he could drift off to sleep again, and then a sudden thought crossed his mind. His morning had been completely uninterrupted, the flat was quiet, that never happened.
He sat up violently and his hands scrambled across the night stand as he grabbed at his phone, what time was it, what day was it? His phone turned on and he blinked so his eyes would focus enough for him to read. 10:23 am, Saturday. SATURDAY. He turned to his side and shoved Phil. “Phil! Get up!” He exclaimed. Phil groaned and buried his face into the pillow. “Whyyy?” He whined in a low morning voice.
“Because we have children, that we have left unattended all morning. They never leave us alone for this long!!!” As Dan spoke he had been rushing out of the bed and throwing on pajama bottoms over his boxers, and a stray t-shirt had been pulled over his head. He realized that the pajama bottoms weren’t even his, they were Phil’s, but that didn’t matter.
Phil had instantly sat up and put on his glasses, hurrying to put on clothes as well. That slight panic of something being wrong had settled in his chest. If something happened to their kids, he didn’t know if he could live with himself.
The pair darted out of their bedroom and slowly started to breathe normally again as they heard the noises of their two kids in the lounge. And then the next round of panic set in as they had no idea what their son and daughter had been doing all morning, unattended.
Phil opened the lounge door and as soon as their daughter caught sight of them, she ran over to give them a morning hug. “Daddy! Papa!” She squealed and jumped up into Dan’s arms as he held them out. “Good morning, Toto!” He kissed the top of her head, her red-brown hair had not been brushed. As a matter of fact, the girl still wasn’t even dressed besides her pajamas.
The two stepped out of the doorway and sat down on the couch, Dan putting Toto between. Phil smiled at her and then looked over at his spouse, raising an eyebrow. Their teenage son hadn’t acknowledged them that morning yet.
The teenager was curled up in the chair in front of the TV, laptop balanced on his knees.
“Dil.” Phil said after waiting a couple more seconds. Dil looked up finally, removing his ear buds, which were blaring Fall Out Boy music rather loudly. “Ah, morning, dad, papa.” He replied.
“How long have you two been awake?” Dan asked. Dil shrugged and glanced at the clock on his laptop. “Uhh, since about nine.” He replied. Dan smiled as he simultaneously messed with Toto.
“And you’ve been taking care of Toto the whole morning?” He inquired. Phil was just as curious, as usually their son didn’t take that much responsibility. Dil snorted and laughed a little. “You sort of have to, when you wake up to a seven year old bouncing on the foot of your bed.” He answered.
Phil looked down at his daughter and gave her a little scowl, but it wasn’t serious. “We’ve told you, don’t jump on the bed. Especially someone else’s, you know better, Toto.” He said, but mindlessly tickled her stomach, removing all threat from his scolding. The child giggled at her dads.
Dan laughed, garnering stares from his family. “I’m sorry Phil, but even after all this time, every time you say her name while trying to reprimand her, it just sounds like a joke.” He paused to chuckle some more. “How did you even manage to give her the nickname ‘Toto’?”
Phil smirked. “Because when we brought her home, the first thing we did to keep her calm was put on My Neighbor Totoro for her to watch, and she absolutely loved it.” He replied matter-of-factly. “And I refused to call her anything but ‘Toto’ since then, and you started doing it too.”
Dan rolled his eyes, but smiled. Dil put his laptop aside and crossed the room, flopping down across his dads’ laps like he used to do when he was small. Dan moved their daughter so she wouldn’t get squished, and she happily sat on top of her brother’s stomach, resting back on her parent’s shoulders.
“You know, the fact that her name is Theodora, might also contribute to her nickname being ‘Toto’. Because if not, you would have called her either, ‘Theo’, ‘Dora’, or ‘Teddy.’ And you weren’t interested in any of those.” Dil said as he stared up at Dan.
Dan gave a small, joking pout. “But I sort of liked the name ‘Teddy’.” He stated. Phil grinned and leaned over enough to kiss Dan’s cheek. “Of course you do, Bear.” He said to him.
Dil wrinkled his nose at how ridiculously mushy and romantic his dads could be sometimes.
Phil looked down at him. “What, Dil, you don’t like kisses? You should probably tell your girlfriend that, Tabitha would appreciate that information.” He teased his son. Dil rolled his eyes. “No, it’s just when you kiss-” He stopped himself, that sentence would not end well in any way.
Phil smirked. “So you don’t like kisses from me? Aww, what did your dear old ‘Pa ever do to make you feel so disgusted?”
Phil shifted forward and slipped a hand under Dil’s head, pulling him up enough that he could give his son a kiss on the forehead. Now it was just to annoy Dil, but he would have done that at some point anyway. He let the boy drop back down, make him let out an ‘Oof!’ which caused Toto to giggle.
Dan leaned over and whispered into Toto’s ear. “They are silly, aren’t they?” That made his daughter giggle even more. “Yeah! Very!” She replied.
Dil smiled, he didn’t mind being pulled into hugs and kissed on the forehead, or cuddling up on the couch with his family. It allowed him to continue acting like a little kid, (something his papa encouraged him to do, there wasn’t major pressure to grow up.) he was fifteen and if he were honest, he would always pick spending time with his dads and sister, over hanging out with his friends.
Dan seemed to read Dil’s mind. “You’re getting so big, Dil. Oh God, I sound like a sappy parent…”
Dil gave his dad one of those wide stares with his big green eyes. “You are a sappy parent.” He stated.
Dan nodded and smiled. “Yes, we are both proud, sappy parents. But really, Dil, it’s hard to remember that at one point you were a little kid, smaller than Toto is now. You don’t look like that little ball of squish we brought home, the one that couldn’t even walk properly.”
Phil sighed as he reminisced as well.
“I’m still small. I’m 5′9, not that big, guys.” Dil chimed in.
Dan just sent a little glare at him. “Shush, you are ruining my cheesy moment. And you will grow some more, you haven’t hit the peak of your growth spurt, sorry to break it to you.”
Toto looked at Phil, her brown eyes wide and curious. “Papa, will I be that big?” She asked. Phil smiled and reached over to smooth down Toto’s hair. “Maybe, my little lioness.”
They all sat there, content with their Saturday, until Phil’s stomach rumbled. “Okay, time for cereal!” He stated and shoved Dil’s legs off his lap. He stood up, grabbing Toto and putting her on his hip to carry her into the kitchen. She was seven, but she was still so tiny that Dan and Phil couldn’t help but feel the need to constantly pick her up and carry her. Of course she exercised and played, but they couldn’t resist holding her.
Dan wriggled out from underneath Dil’s upper body and stood up, following Phil out of the doorway. He paused and leaned back in, looking at Dil who was rolling over to get off the couch. “Come on, Blue. Let’s get breakfast.” He smiled, and Dil looked at him with just a content a smile on his face. It had always been Dan’s thing to call Dil, ‘Blue.’ It was a reference to when Dil was little and his eyes were a vibrant blue before they turned more green.
The two joined Phil and Toto in the kitchen, and Dan smiled as he started making bowls of cereal for his kids. He loved Saturday mornings.
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