*SEQUEL TO RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ALL ALONG*
Nine years later and things are going fairly well for Dan and Phil. Isabella is fourteen, they adopted another kid, five-year-old Dil Dean Howell-Lester. However, when London is hit by several terror attack...
You know that overwhelming feeling when you feel the need to scream of joy and cry of joy at the same time? Yeah, that was what was literally going on inside my head the whole house tour. I mean don't get me wrong I'm honored that my family bought a house for us to continue having a future in but at the same time a part of me wishes they didn't spend so much on Phil and I. I mean I know my parents love us and want to give everything to Dil and Isabella but sometimes it goes too far. But I didn't say anything. I was genuinely happy with what they had done, to be honest.
*10 PM*
It seemed like the day had just started as soon as it had ended. We waved off Phil's parents and Martyn, thanking them for all they had done for us and not long after we were outside again waving off my parents and thanking them. I looked down to see an extremely tired Dil in my arms, yawning. Phil and I tucked Dil into his bed and kissed his head, telling him that we love him and to sleep well. We made our way into Isabella's room to find her already fast asleep. Slowly, I made my way towards her, kneeling down to kiss her head. "Goodnight baby girl, sweet dreams".
*Four Days Later*
Today was the day of my surgery. I can't say I was particularly happy about going back into the hospital so soon but it was the only available appointment for the next six months so I had to take the opportunity. The kids were back at school so we didn't have to hire a babysitter or one of our friends to watch them so that was a plus I guess. We sat in the waiting room for a good two minutes before being moved to another room for me to change into a hospital gown. Phil, of course, came with me. He put my clothes in a backpack and swung it onto his shoulders as I looked at him, "Dan?" He must've known I was scared because he quickly wrapped his arms around my body, holding me close to him, burying my head in the crook of his neck, "Shh~... It's going to be okay, alright? Everything is going to go one hundred percent"
"How do you know Phil?I mean w-what if something...s-something goes-goes..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as hot tears started streaming down my cheeks. His hand holding my head close and his other hand caressing my back.
"Dan, don't think like that. You'll be fine, okay?" I slowly nodded as his hands cupped my face as he placed a kiss on my lips, "And I'll be with you the whole time and I'll be here when you wake up."
*Hours Later*
Where am I? What's this pain in my head? In my wrist? In my stomach? Wait-Where's Phil!? I jolted my body up only to be brought back down in pain. "AH!" Screaming as the pain shot through my veins, quickly causing my vision to go blurry. Soon several figures stood in front of me, trying to calm me down increasing my amount morphine slightly. After several minutes I was calm and my breathing had returned to normal. Suddenly, I felt a hand on mine, I forced my eyes open to see a smiling Phil with a large box that looked like a flower bouquet but it was filled with Maltesers and a small pink llama teddy. I blushed slightly, he knows me so well.
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He handed me a glass of water, "How long have I been asleep since they upped my morphine?"
Phil quickly looked at his watch, "Only two hours, honestly, I thought you might be asleep longer" he laughed causing his tongue to poke out through his teeth. I smiled through a blush as he kissed my cheek, "are you in pain? How does everything feel?"
I looked around the room, there were a couple kids but other than me, there were no other adult patients in the room. I brought my gaze back to Phil as I smiled slightly, "No, the pain is gone and honestly, I feel kind of drugged up with all this morphine in my system" I laughed as Phil smirked. "Did it work? Was the surgery successful? When Can we go home?"
Phil smiled as small tears formed in his eyes, "yes Dan, they said the surgery was a complete success!" He was almost raising his voice with joy as he grabbed my hand and planted a kiss upon it, "They said you can leave tomorrow morning, and don't worry Tyler already offered to watch the kids tonight" I smiled. Finally, for once, everything was going right.
