DAN

I stumbled in through the front door with the bags, and laid them on the table. "Phil, I'm home with food." I didn't need to shout –I knew he heard me. I sat down on the sofa and started my laptop back up; he would probably be a while, and I had time to do nothing before dinner. It had been a long day, and I needed to decompress.

A few minutes later, just when I almost forgot I had called him out to eat, my brain jolted and brought to my attention that Phil hadn't come out here yet. He took a while to get across the house on his own, but never this long before, not just coming from our bedroom. Curious and a little worried, I went to go look for him.

"Phil?" I called quietly, checking the bathroom, and then the office. He couldn't have gotten far, obviously, but it wasn't like him to not respond when I called him, and he was taking so long to come that I had to wonder if something was wrong. My heart pounded hard and fast at the idea that my boyfriend might not be okay.

Finally I got to our bedroom, and found him fast asleep. I smiled; he looked so cute when he was sleeping, like a tiny angel. I went over to the bed and knelt down, crouching down low and nudging his shoulder with my finger, gently shaking him awake. "Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's time to eat."

He rolled over on the tiny cotton mattress and turned to look at me, smiling. "Morning."

"No, it's not morning," I laughed. I had to speak quietly around him so as not to hurt his tiny ears. "I just got back from work and there's food in the kitchen."

"Groceries?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his arms over his head.

"Try fast food," I grinned. No way was I going to cook something after such a long and stressful day (not that he knew it was long and stressful yet) and Phil was too tiny to use much of what we had in the kitchen.

"Carry me?"

I couldn't exactly say no. "Yeah, come on." He grinned and hopped up out of bed. He was a little too big and a bit too heavy to carry in one hand, and with two hands I always worried I might go all butterfingers and drop him, and a fall from that height would be enough to kill him. Instead, he climbed up my arm and sat on my shoulder, holding tight onto my ear. "Ready?"

"Yeah, just try not to wiggle around too much."

I laughed and stood up carefully, still worried he might fall. I stepped slowly out of our bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. I bent down so my shoulder was close to the counter, and he hopped off.

"What did you get?"

"Burger and fries for us to share. Do you want something to drink?" I headed over to the refrigerator, so get some soda, and Phil said he was good with whatever I was having. I grunted in understanding and got out a glass, thimble and eyedropper from the cupboard. I poured some Fanta for myself and dipped the eyedropper into my drink, got a little out, and put it in the thimble. Phil thanked me and picked up his little "cup."

"So how was work?"

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. "Stressful," I said. "I messed up on the paperwork and Buckley chewed me out for it. Fortunately I got everything fixed before the end of the day, so I didn't get fired, but I busted my ass revising it."

He frowned and came over to sit down on my forearm, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm sorry you had a rough day. Maybe I can make tonight a little better?"

I smirked. "If that means what I think it means…"

He grinned at me, sipping his drink. "I found something I think you might like."

"I can't wait to see it." Phil's surprises and "making tonight better" usually ended very, very well for me. But first, food.