Days, weeks, months passed in that place.

I loved every second in this afterlife, every second with my happy little Phil. But there was always a thought in the back of mind: you're gonna have to choose, you know. 

Shut up, I told my brain. 

On my year mark of, uh, death I guess, Phil and I were going out. "To celebrate the return of my soul mate to me!" He had said excitedly when he told me the plan.

I was just doing a last minute fringe check, put on my jacket, before poking my head in the bathroom. "Ready, Phil?"

Phil smiled at me and came out, interlocking his fingers in mine. He was wearing a red plaid shirt, and the red made his eyes stand out. "Sure am."

We enjoyed a peaceful stroll into the town, where we stopped at what had become my favorite restaurant. It was called the "Everything Restaurant" because it had everything. Literally, everything you could possibly want. I always ordered Chinese with fries on the side. Because I could.

It was crowded, but Phil had made reservations, so we were seated pretty fast. 

While we were waiting for our food, Phil reached for and held my hand across the table. "I want to talk to you about something, love."

"Yeah, Phil?"

"So, uh, I was thinking a lot lately." He seemed nervous. "How would you feel about maybe, uhm, adopting a kid?"

I almost started jumping in my seat. "Oh my God, Phil! Of course! I was wanting to ask you, but I wasn't sure if you ready for that!"

Phil laughed. "That's why I waited, too. I mean, I knew that you had kids on Earth, but I wasn't sure if you were ready just yet."

The rest of dinner was spent excitedly discussing our plans. Where would our future child sleep? Boy or girl? Both, maybe? What would we name him or her? What are even going to be like as parents?

"Striker." Phil said, in a very serious tone. "We should name our son Striker. I love that name. Or Philgon. Like, my name and dragon combined."

I bust out laughing. "Phil. We are not naming our child Striker or Philgon. How about something just a little more normal?"

"Like Thor? OH what if we adopted two kids, and named them Thor and Loki?" Phil was basically squirming in his seat like a little kid.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God, okay, maybe Thor, but we are not having two kids and naming them Thor and Loki."

We talked and laughed for a long time after we finished dinner, and one of the waiters actually had to come and kick us out because they were closing.

We took a walk through the town, gazing at the beauty around us. When we had arrived home, we stood out in our backyard, taking everything in. A cool breeze was blowing around us. making me shiver a bit.

Phil pulled me in for a long hug, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Dan. I'm so glad we're getting to live this life, the on we never had."

"I love you, too, Phil. And me too, me too."