Disclaimer: Even though there are no lyrics to go with it, special thanks goes out to the titular song by Meghan Trainor. Just...ignore the naughtier parts. This is the PG rated interpretation.

What am I missing though? Something about not owning something?

...Oh well.

Dear Future Husband

To Whom It May Concern,

My name is Isabella Garcia-Shapiro. If you don't know me, you will soon enough.

If you wish to be the one that I adore, here are a couple of things that you should probably know about me."

He looked up at the girl beside her. "And how old were you when you wrote this, again?"

"...Six."

"I am someone who doesn't need very much. Just a date every significant day, and perhaps a whimsical outing every now and again."

"You had very good language skills when you were six."

"Oh, shut up," she said mockingly.

"It's very important that you understand how busy I can be, between my duties as a Lil' Spark, a future Fireside Girl, and a member of the Danville community. The time that we will spend together may be brief, but we can make the very best of it, up to and including school, gatherings with friends and families, and the aforementioned dates."

"Can I just say that this is beginning to sound more and more like a contract than an actual letter to someone?" he asked.

"I didn't...actually think this was going to be read by anyone."

"Well," he added, poking her in the ribs, "Don't leave it in a box in the attic where I can find it next time."

"I've found that a relationship only thrives when it is based off of trust. Therefore, believe in yourself, and most of all, believe in me and everything I do."

"Gee, how forward thinking of you."

"I was six!" the woman yelled. "I didn't know any better! Gimme that..." She began swatting at his hands to get the letter, but not before he continued on.

"Love is a many-splendored thing. This is not only the name of a great old movie, but a key point in any relationship. Keep your wits about you and you might get rewarded with something extra special."

He smirked and glanced aside at her whose face was turning an alarming shade of red. "Did you...even know what you meant when you wrote that?"

She stopped struggling, her face turning an impressive shade of pink.

"Shall I continue?"

She swept her hair back, turning away. "Well, you're almost done. You might as well finish it."

His eyes wandered back to the bottom of the page and grinned.

"What?" she asked. "What did I-"

His hand found his way into his, their fingers intertwining.

"But above all, just know that while I am not perfect, even with what you've just read, know that I will always believe in you, unconditionally and always. I can only ask that you do so in return. If so...wonderful things will bound to happen."

Phineas turned to her, his smile even wider. "See, it wasn't all bad. You were pretty smart when you were young."

Isabella shuffled in her seat next to him. "Not smart enough to get rid of that right after I wrote it."

"Well, as I was reading it, I couldn't help but notice that most of that stuff was completely exaggerated," Phineas laughed. "But you were right about one part."

The redhead looked down at their hands, the wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

"We believed in each other...and wonderful things happened."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As mentioned earlier, this is a somewhat PG rated version based off of the song. Ignore the naughtier bits.

Or whatever. I didn't, which is why this is rated a little higher.

This is just a little Phinbella piece that is hopefully going to get me back into the swing of things. I'm going to have to get Baljeet and Ginger together eventually. You'll have to pardon me. Summer semester students are...interesting, to say the least.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time, everyone.