Prompt - Dan and Phil’s daughter is getting ready for her first school dance and everyone is nervous and they both get emotional at her growing up.
Genre - fluff, parent!phan
Warnings - maybe some swearing but who knows
“Are you ready?”
“Yes! We’ve been ready for the past two and a half hours.”
“Oh shut up, it’s her first dance get over it.”
Phil rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark Louise had just said to him and gently rubbed his hand up and down Dan’s leg, his knee hadn’t stopped shaking ever since Louise arrived over three hours ago. He knew that his husband would be nervous, but he underestimated just how nervous he was; and he wasn’t even going to the dance. A few minutes passed and Louise came rushing into the lounge smiling from ear to ear, clearly pleased with the outcome.
“So where the hell is she?”
“Be patient! Brooklyn, come in.”
Phil hadn’t said much all day, and in all honestly Dan was worried. He hadn’t been this nervous since the day Brooklyn was born, and that was 16 years ago. This dance almost signified their little girl growing up to them, although she was only 16 she was starting to make her own decisions and had already taken her GCSE’s and gotten results of which both of them were extremely proud of her for but they weren’t anywhere near ready to let go. But life didn’t seem to want to slow down for them, it seemed to have a problem with the ability to do that. Eventually Brooklyn came into the room and the two men got to their feet instantly, both left speechless by her. She was wearing a floaty deep blue dress with a silver band across the waist and her hair was curled at the ends with odd curls being clipped into place.
“Brook, you look amazing.”
“It-it’s not too much?”
“No baby, you look stunning.”
“Dad, are you-are you crying?”
“No! I just have an eyelash in my eye.”
Brooklyn grinned at the sight and carefully walked forward and pulled him into a hug. The familiar buzzing sound sounded throughout the flat and Brooklyn froze, it was Tate, her ‘date’ for the night (although Dan protested at calling him this and referred to him as a partner rather than a date). Louise left the room to let him in and left the three in the lounge with tears streaming down Dan’s face and Phil just smiling at his daughter. He just couldn’t believe how grown up she looked, she really did.
“I just don’t want her to grow up.”
“I know baby, I don’t either.”
It was now an hour after Brooklyn and Tate left and Phil was currently sobbing on Dan’s shoulder. If we’re being honest, Dan was glad Phil opened up to him because if he hadn’t he would just have had to drag it out of him later and he most certainly didn’t enjoy doing that. But he didn’t exactly enjoy his husband sobbing to him about their daughter growing up because if he carried on Dan would most certainly end up in tears too. And that wouldn’t be a sight for Brooklyn to come home to.
“Do you remember that time when she was 15 and we had to do something for the BBC and we wouldn’t be back till the early morning?”
“Yeah, she threw a house party and invited so many people and then the thing got cancelled, she was grounded for a month, what about that time when she was 12.”
“You mean the one where she told a viewer to fuck off and you had a go at her about her language?”
“Yeah, and you just stood behind me laughing.”
“Hey, I can’t help it!”
And that’s how they spent their night. They sat there talking about their many memories of their 16 years with their daughter, only moving to get each other cups of tea. And they couldn’t wait to make move memories.