[AN: Right you little Asshats. Stop freaking out about it being over. It's not over unless there is an -END- in the title. Kay. First, this is gonna be pretty much domestic fluffy stuff from now on, so yeah. Okay. This is my first authors note and I just called you all Asshats. Very good. Also, for all you people of. 'but what about Chris D:' he shall appear again. And you shall all have lovely Kickthestickz feels. Opps spoilers. Yup. Anyway, have a nice day
Kitty x]

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So it's Christmas eve. Pretty exciting right? Well it would be if we weren't both adults. So the magic of Christmas had gone a long time ago. Mum stopped completely celebrating anything after dad died. But now wasn't the time to be thinking about this. Just sitting here, just watching Phil fiddling with the small ornaments on eth Christmas tree. He had a huge grin on his face. So childish, so adorable.

It was hard to believe this adorable creature was all mine

"It's so nice to be sitting by the Christmas tree" the words left my mouth before I even had time to register what id said. He just smiled at me, gently taking my hand in his from where he was sitting across from me. I guess it was weird to see two full grown adults sitting on the floor beside a huge, sparkling Christmas tree. The tree did make the atmosphere so peaceful though. Almost magical. It was just so calm

So perfect

"It makes Christmas so much better" I added, returning his smile.

"It really does. The house looks so beautiful decorated like this"

A small laugh escaped my lips at his word choice "Beautiful?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"Not a very manly word for you to use" I added with a small smirk

"I'm manly, I can sue what words I want"

I tried to stifle a giggle, reaching across and poking his arm "Manly, Really?"

"If I'm not manly then why do I top?" he smirked

"Phil!" I tried to say but what came out was more of a strangled cat noise.

He just laughed, shuffling his way closer to me until he was close enough to press a quick kiss to my lips. I blushed deeply, trying to distract myself so I didn't look like a freaking tomato.

There was a silence for a couple minutes after that. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything. Actually, quite the opposite. It made me feel, well, I don't know. It was just a nice moment. Just a perfect moment were I could look into his eyes and just think about how lucky I am. Because of him, I'm so longer living with my abusive mum. I'm no longer in a town were everyone hated me. I'm here

With him

Id be happy anywhere as long as I'm with him

"Hey, Dan?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

"No, but I really love you"

That adorable look on his face nearly made me melt I swear. He's so perfect. I still don't understand why he chose me. I mean he could have had anyone he wanted.

Yet he chose me

"And I really love you too"

He looked thoughtful for a couple of seconds, biting his lip as he nervously adverted his eyes. He was never shy. What was going through that little head of his?

"Have you…"

"Have I what?"

"Have you ever. Well, ever thought of having a family?"

I just blinked at him, a little surprised at his question. Of course I had. It's not just only girls that constantly think about their future and perfect guy.

"I, um. Yeah, I guess. But I didn't really think anything more of it since I meet you"

A strange expression crossed his face as he looked into my eyes

"What do you mean?"

"Well. You know. When I was younger I always thought id just end up with some girl and having couple of kids. I mean, don't get me wrong. Id love to have a family with you Phil, it's just. You know."

"Because we can't have kids?"

"Yeah. I mean, we could adopt. I would be happy doing that. I mean, if you want to" and there I go again. Why can't I just say a normal sentence without embarrassing myself.

He looked into my eyes again, shuffling closer until he was pretty much in my lap. He then gently cupped my face with his hand

"Dan. I would love to have a family with you. I love you so much, it's unbelievable. Sure so many people looked down on our relationship, said it wasn't right. But what do they know? They're not us. They don't know what it's like to be in love. I guess what I'm trying to say here is. I love you a lot"

I smiled, leaning into his touch "I love you too, as we have already admitted to each about seven million times this evening" I added with a small laugh.

"If you love me. Answer one question for me"

I tilted my head slightly, confused at what he was going to ask. What was there to even ask?

"Marry me?"

"What" I asked, my brain not even catching up to what had been said yet. No. I must have misheard him. The most perfect guy in the universe could not have just asked for my hand im marriage.

"I want to have a family with you, so. I want you to be my husband. To be with you forever"

"I, b-burt"

"Will you marry me. Please?" he asked again, flashing me a small smile as he brought a small wedding band out of his pocket. I just stared at the ring, my jaw practically hitting the floor.

"I, Phil, I don't know what to say"

"Yes would be a good start" he replied, a small smile forming on his face

"Well okay then. Yes, I will marry you" I grinned, quickly throwing my arms around him in the tightest hug I think I have ever given. He hugged me back, us both holding each other tightly. It's almost as if he was afraid to let go of me. Well, I guess I know the feeling. But still. No time for any sort of negative thoughts.

I'm marrying the man I love.

Oh my god. Is this actually real? I swear if this is a dream I will be /soo/ pissed off. Phil pressed his lips against mine, a small happy tear making it's way down his cheek.

He looked even more adorable than before. His slightly flushed cheeks along with that amazing smile.

He was just too perfect