Phil's eyes were burning, and he had to restrain a laugh. Only his Dan would propose marriage using a candy necklace. Maybe it was way too soon after they'd lost Ivy to start thinking about trying again to raise a family, but there was no reason to hold off on this one thing that was always so inevitable for the two of them anyway, even if they'd never said that they both knew it would happen. They were passionately in love; why hold back?

"Yes, of course, you twat." Phil took the candy necklace from Dan and leaned in to kiss him sweetly, sweeter than the sugar the garment was made of, and more loving. When they pulled apart –Dan letting out a heavy sigh of relief- Phil tried to pull the necklace on over his head, and it almost didn't work. He struggled to pull it on, and finally it fell around his neck. "You didn't take into account my giant head, did you?"

Dan chuckled and leaned in to kiss his fiancé again. "Don't worry. I'll be sure that before I buy it, we'll have your actual engagement ring fitted perfectly."

A few hours later they were cuddling on the sofa, and Phil was nibbling at the candy rings on the band. Dan swatted him playfully. "I can't believe you're already eating your engagement snack!" he laughed, feigning offense. Phil just flipped him off and continued munching.

There was a knock at the door, and Phil groaned as he had to get up and answer it after losing rock-paper-scissors. Dan grinned and relaxed into his sofa crease as his fiancé left the room.

Suddenly Phil rushed back into the lounge, huge grin on his face that he was obviously trying to contain. "Dan- Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just close your eyes, and keep them closed."

Curious and confused but deciding to just go along with it, Dan obliged and shut his eyes, relaxing once more after the outburst. He let his mind wander to the future wedding and where it should be, and what flavor of cake, and how absolutely gorgeous Phil would look in his tux, and-

There was a sudden weight on his chest. A very familiar one and he felt tears prick in his eyes.

"Daddy!"

We've accepted that –after days of inconsolable crying and begging for her "daddies"- Haley is never going to be our daughter like she is yours. Homosexual or not, Haley loves you two and we'll have to deal with that. My husband and I hope you'll keep in touch. Thank you for taking such good care of her. – Andrea Calhoun

The first time, Phil had found Ivy in an alley. The second, and final time, he found her on the other side of their front door. They weren't going to lose her again.