"Phil, have you told your parents?" Dan asks one day as the two are sitting on the couch, watching Tarzan as Rosalie lays on a blanket on the living room floor.
Phil chokes on his drink, "Oh shi-shoot," He corrects himself as there's an infant in the room, "No, I haven't. I guess I've just been too caught up with taking care of her and moving in, I forgot,"
"You mean...you let telling your parents you're a father slip your mind?" Dan asks, a laugh escaping his lips
"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying," Phil replies, "How should we tell them? She doesn't even know I found you,"
Dan ponders for a second, his leg tapping, his hands curled around his knees. Phil watches as Dan's face thinks, looking at the way his brow furrows and unfurrows, how his lips quirk to the side in thought. He looks beautiful, as always, Phil thinks.
"How far away do they live?" Dan asks after a minute of quiet
"Probably thirty minutes at the most, depending on London traffic," Phil says, doing the mental math in his head.
"Well, you can either tell them over the phone, or you can only tell them you found me, invite them over for dinner, and then we can surprise them with Rosie?"
"Dan, I don't want to give my mum a heart attack. I'll invite them over for dinner to meet her, and see you, but I'm going to warn her we have to talk about something serious and to stay open-minded." Phil laughs
"Alright. I'm gonna go feed Rosie, it's getting close to her feeding time anyway. You call Jackie, and I'll be in the nursery," Dan says, getting up and picking up Rosalie, who he immediately coos and smiles at, "Hi baby! Are you hungry?" He asks, his voice going smooth
Rosalie only blows a bubble as a response, but it was good enough for Dan, as the two disappeared down the hall and into her room. After the door clicks shut, Phil shovels out his phone from his back pocket and dials his Mum's number.
"Hiya Phil!" Her voice says after the second dial tone
"Hi Mum."
"How are you?"
"I'm good, but I have some news," He starts
"Go ahead, love,"
"I found Dan." He blurts
"...What?" She asks quietly, "As in your Dan?"
"Yes, my Dan. I found him, and we're living together again,"
"Oh Phil, that's great! What happened to him? Did he have a good explanation?" She asks, curious, not malicious
"He did, and that's why I'm calling. Are you and Dad free for dinner tonight for dinner at Dan's?" He asks
"Dan's? You moved out of your flat?"
"Yeah, I did about a week ago. Dan has a house in London, it's really cute. I kept most of my furniture, I barely lost anything in the move,"
"Okay then," She says questioningly, "Yes, we're free. What's the occasion?" She asks
"You'll find out when you get here. But please be open-minded, and prepared,"
"Honey, you're scaring me," She says, her voice laced with worry
"Don't be, it's a good thing,"
After a few more minutes of small talk, the two say their goodbyes, and Phil heads to the nursery, where he finds Dan feeding Rosalie, who looks up at him.
"What did she say?" Dan asks
"They'll be over tonight,"
"Do we have all the ingredients for lobster ravioli?" Dan asks
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a beautiful accident (a dan howell/phil lester story)
Fanfiction"You don't understand Phil, and you never will," Dan says quietly, his voice trembling as he holds back a dam of tears. "No, I understand completely," Phil responds, his voice full of rage and agony, "You left when the times got rough. You left me...
