Hello and welcome to book one of my Ferb series... as you know (or may not know) I've been doing a series about Ferb and his life. Here's a brief recap of what I'm talking about...
Book one: The Years Before Going to America - In progress
Book two: The Green Haired Boy and His Dad - Complete
Book three: A Summer Back in England - Complete
Book four: The Eighteenth Year of Ferb Fletcher - Coming soon
I also have a one shot out called 'Don't Leave Me' that takes place after Green Haired Boy in case you're interested as well.
So I wrote Green Haired Boy First, then the one shot, then A Summer Back in England and now I'm going back to write how it all started... starting with the day Ferb was born and the years to follow. This story will be in Lawrences and Ferb's POV mainly, but I may do Dalia's as well (Dalia is Ferb's older sister). Okay so I hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb.
~ Lawrence's POV ~
Why am I so nervous? I mean I've already been through this once before, shouldn't I be used to it by now? My fingers keep tapping anxiously against the arm of the chair I am currently sitting on, my breath is a little uneven and my brow feels sweaty. Many people have told me before that most men feel like this all the time during their wife's labor. But like I said, I was put through this a few years ago. The proof of that is currently lying by my feet.
I look down and see my four-year-old daughter Dalia is still coloring in her coloring book. She's the splitting image of her mother Annie, minus the hair. She has the same chocolate brown hair as I do. But her outgoing personality, her eyes, the way she talks, walks, smiles… that all comes from her mother. I leaned forward and smiled down at her,
"What are you coloring, sweetie?"
She smiled that winning smile at me, "I'm coloring a picture for you… so no peeking."
I chuckle and cover my eyes with my hands, "Okay, okay… I won't peek." I look through my fingers at her and she giggles.
"Daddy I can see you peeking!"
"Nothing get's past you, does it love?"
She shook her brown curls, closed up her book and hopped up and unto my lap, "Daddy we've been here for hours. When's my new brother or sister coming?"
I rub her hair slightly, "Soon now, very soon I'm sure."
"Can we go see mummy now?"
"No, no sweetling… mummy is bust right now, but we'll see here very soon."
She started playing with the buttons on my shirt, "Daddy do you think the new baby will like me?"
"Of course the baby will like you, you happen to be a very likable little girl."
She giggled, "Daddy I'm four years old, I'm a young lady now."
I pretend to be shocked, "You don't say? Well excuse me little lady," I began tickling her, "I guess I should've known better."
She started laughing out, "Da… daddy! Please, oh ha ha… it tickles! Ha ha ha!"
I stand up and hold her in my arms. I began throwing her up in the air and catching her again. She started squealing with joy and called out,
"Again daddy, again again!"
I laughed and threw her up a little higher, catching her with ease. She begged for more, but before I could throw her up again I saw, from the corner of my eye, a doctor walking over. I held Dalia and watched as the doctor stopped in front of me.
"Mr. Fletcher?"
I nodded, "Sir… is my wife alright? Is she-"
The doctor smiled, "You're wife is in perfect condition… as for your newborn son."
My eyes grew wider when I heard the news. A son… I have a son?
"Would you like to see them?"
Dalia pulled on my collar, "Please daddy, let's go see mummy and the new baby!"
I was still in a state of shock, but I nodded my head slowly. I followed the doctor with Dalia still in my arms until we reached the room my wife was in. When we walked in, Annie was sitting upright in the bed holding a small blue bundle. When she saw us, she smiled wide at us and motioned us over,
"Come on you two, I have someone that I want you to meet…"
I walked quietly to my wife's side and looked down at the small bundle she held. The sight before me nearly took my breath away. Our new son was so peaceful looking… he was still a pink color, and his eyes were closed, but the thing that jumped out at me the most was his green hair. The only other person that has that color is Annie. She once told me it's genetic, but she was the only one in her family to have it at the time.
Dalia peeked down at him, "Wow he's so small," I hushed her and she whispered, "he's smaller then some of my dolls."
Annie cooed slightly at the baby and looked back up at me, "Lawrence you should see his eyes… they are a very dark blue color…"
I reached down and gently brushed my thumb over my son's cheek. I marvel when I feel how soft they are. Dalia was struggling a little bit, so I placed on the bed next to her mother. Annie patted her daughters head and looked back up at me,
"Here honey, hold your son…"
I gulped slightly and reached down to take the precious gift we brought into this world. I cradled my son close to my chest and cooed lightly. My son yawned out wide and moaned a little. Soon his eyes fluttered open and he looked right up at me. My heart melted as soon as I saw his eyes. They were the darkest shade of blue that I have ever seen. I pressed my lips against his head and drank in his clean and pure scent.
I heard Dalia speak up, "Mummy your tummy isn't big anymore. What happened?"
Annie laughed lightly, "Well sweetling, remember how I said the baby was growing inside of me? Dalia nodded her head; "Well now that he's not inside of me anymore, mummy's tummy doesn't have to be big anymore."
"Oh," Dalia replied while looking back up at us, "so what's my brother's name."
I looked at Annie and she looked up at me. We've been playing around with names for a while now, but we never exactly settled on one.
Annie smiled slightly, "You know, I love the one that you picked out."
I thought back and shook my head, "Darling I've thrown out many names, I'm afraid I don't know which one you are talking about."
"The one that traces way back…"
I still shook my head.
"Ferb…?"
I stop shaking my head and look back down at my son. I tried picturing calling him 'Ferb' in the future and saw how well the name fit him. I looked back at my wife and smiled,
"Yes, I think Ferb is a perfect name for the old chap."
Dalia frowned slightly, "Ferb? I never heard of that name before."
"It's an older name, sweetling," I explained, "now, we just need a middle name."
Annie thought for a moment, "What about Allen? After my late grandfather?"
Annie and her grandfather used to get along so well. He died when she was only twelve years old, but he's always held a special place in her heart. I nodded my head and looked back down at Ferb,
"Ferb Allen Fletcher… it has a good ring to it, does it not?"
Dalia bounced around slightly, "I love it daddy, I think it's great."
Annie chuckled slightly, "Ferb Allen Fletcher it is then."
I kissed my son's head once again and spoke softly, "Welcome to the Fletcher family Ferb…"
Short... but a good start I think for the prologue part. :) So what you think so far? No flames please... I have a super soaker gun and I'm not afraid to use it!
Thanks for reading. Review?
