Chapter 1 – Prologue

Hey guys! I'm back to my usual Phinbella stories now, after taking a break for KND Chat Addicts. But I've put that one on hold, so I can finally write this one! This chapter's really short, since it's only a prologue. BTW, go read "And You Are?" before reading this. It's not a key part in the story, but it's mentioned a few times, and you might get confused if you don't read it.

Side note, I jump around from Izzy (Isabella)'s point of view to Phineas' in the story, to give you insight on what they're thinking. Making one person's POV as a separate story as the other person's was a bit of a hassle. Putting them together is much more organized. And frankly, easier to read. I'll let you know who's POV you're reading right before they start talking/thinking (like in my other story).

Isabella's POV

What started out so long ago as a crush turned into so much more.

I knew back the first day I met Phineas that someday I'd marry him, and he'd forever be mine. Of course, I never really mentioned that tiny little detail to him, nor did I say how much I truly loved him (and still do). Honestly, he really had no clue that I ever saw us as more than friends. I was simply his friend, best friend at the most. Unless someone ran up to him and screamed in his face, "ISABELLA GARCIA-SHAPIRO LOVES YOU!!!" he would have never figured it out on his own. Then again, if someone had really done that, he'd probably stare at them like they were a psycho maniac or something. Plus, pretty much the entire population of Danville had promised me they'd never breathe a word of my secret, because they knew just how much I wanted to tell him myself.

Which never really happened. I wasn't the one to tell him, a picture did that for me. Yeah, I know that sounds pretty weird. But it's true: I owe my entire life to that one picture, the one I had wrote in my best hand-writing in red crayon, "Phineas Flynn + Isabella Garcia-Shapiro 4-ever"on the back. The one my true love had read the fateful day I lost my memory. And when I eventually got it back, I learned that he had learned my secret. Turns out, he felt the same way about me.

We became so much closer after that, started dating in high school, even going to college together. And the night we graduated, he popped the question I'd played over and over in my head since I met him. The four words any girl would love to hear from her love, her very best friend: "Will you marry me?"

Well, duh, I said yes!

We were married the following year in June, the first day of summer. It was a tribute to the amazing summers we shared through our childhood, and the many summers yet to come. It was absolutely breathtaking; a beautiful wedding in (where else?) Phineas' backyard. Everyone across Danville came, not wanting to miss it for the world.

And you could call it anything but simple. With Phineas as the groom and his stepbrother Ferb, you could only imagine what fantastical things he would make. When I walked in the backyard that day, I thought I was prepared for anything. Except for his giant ice statue, similar to the one he'd made for his Aunt Tiana and Uncle Bob, but even more gigantic, and hollowed out so we could stand under it as we exchanged our wedding vows. Also except for the millions of birds, trained by Ferb himself, to fly out as we left for the wedding reception hall – without going to the bathroom all over everyone. And the reception hall itself, decorated by the former Fireside Girls in my old troop, and a handmade water fountain (by Phineas, of course) that was so huge our flower girl, Candace's daughter Amanda, wanted to take a swim in it. Okay, so everything surprised me that day.

But what really made my day was that Phineas had secretly already bought us a house, right in our hometown. It's absolutely perfect: plenty of space, two floors, and a huge backyard, the one thing we both promised each other we wanted to get. When we got back from the honeymoon, instead of going to his house (like we had planned) he brought me to our house. He still can't get over the look of shock over my face that day, when I realized it was really ours.

I still can't get over how perfect everything went. I don't even mind the fact that he hadn't told me he'd bought it (we had a separate savings account to buy a house, and he had withdrawn the money without me knowing). I honestly don't mind surprises at all, I actually look forward to them.

Good thing, too, because I didn't realize that I was about to get the biggest surprise of my entire life, almost exactly two years after our wedding day.