*This one was made by: snozberriesme. Thanks for the review! More are welcome to make the One Shot PhanFics stronger!*
**I was thinking of calling my loyal readers "My Little Phabies". Do you guys agree? Tell me!**
***Anydangway, Get on with the show!***
Dan had left Phil alone at the absolute wrong time. Phil was 8 months pregnant, and alone, at home, watching TV. The due date was next week, so nothing seemed wrong to him for about 3 hours...until he felt a dull, yet sharp pain pulse through his abdomen. He smiled, and looked down. It felt normal for these pains to come.
Not today, it didn't.
He sat for about 5 more minutes, until he felt the couch cushion start to get a little wet.
"Oh dear god." Phil whimpered.
The pains were getting sharper and sharper by the second. Phil weakly unlocked his phone, and tried to call Dan...It rang a couple times, and went to his voicemail.
"AT THIS TIME, DAN?! YOU HAD TO DO THIS TO ME! YOU HAD-" Phil stopped yelling intensities out loud, because of the knife being dug into hi swelled stomach.
Call 999. Call 999. Call-
He dialed 999 on his phone, and, barely gasping at this point, told them he was in labor. They immediately responded with, "We can send an ambulance as soon as possible. Just hold on for a couple minutes until we arrive."
Minutes later...
Phil could feel the little body squirm and wiggle inside of him. The paramedic who talked to him on the phone was there, checking his blood pressure for signs of irregularity in the pulse. He watched as she came up to him, and said, "You can't hold on for much longer. I'm gonna need to operate here." She lightly squeezed his hand, reassuringly. "Don't worry. You, and your child will be fine." Phil was in tears at this point. "Just...get...my...boyfriend here."
The woman shook her head. "I need to operate now. He will see them after." Phil was about to object, when he screeched in pain. His vision went black. In the distance, a chorus of babies cries filled the room.
An hour later...
"Phil?" Dan was crouched by his boyfriend's hospital bed, shocked when he got a call from the hospital saying that Phil gave birth in an ambulance. The older man's eyes opened, and he shot up, looking around. "Where is-" A familiar voice stopped him.
"You mean, Where are they?" Said the woman who helped Phil through his birth.
"They?!" Dan and Phil both said, shocked.
The woman stood up straighter, and cleared her throat. "Gentlemen," she turned to both of them. "You have triplets."
Dan and Phil gasped, and squeezed each other tightly. Phil kissed Dan's cheek with joy. Not too long after, two men came in with three little bundles. One of them patted Dan's back. "Happy fatherhood, gents." Dan smiled, and took two of the three bundles. All three babies opened their eyes. Two yawned, and one cooed, softly upon seeing Dan.
The littlest one, that Phil was holding, yawned, revealing a little pink tongue. "Congrats, guys. You have a boy, and two girls." She pointed to the ones that Dan was holding. "The oldest in the boy, and the youngest is..." She panned over to the littlest one that was now grasping onto Phil's shirt. "...this little sweetie. She is so adorable. I wish she was mine." Both men shared a glance.
Dan spoke up. "I like the name Tray for the boy, and Taylor for this little monster here." Dan rubbed his nose against the ginger-haired girl, chucking to himself. "What about you, littlest cub?" Dan whispered, stroking the littlest one's cheek. She smiled, showing her small, but prominent dimples.
"Alison." Phil whispered, staring into his daughter's blue eyes. "I want to name her Alison."
A week later...
"C'mon, babe! You're gonna love it!" Dan said, pulling Phil into their new, bigger flat. Dan removed the blindfold off of Phil's eyes. There he was, standing among all of his fellow YouTuber friends, who were congratulating him on the new triplets, and everything that happened.