Phew! By far my longest chapter not including author's notes. I don't really like this chapter. Honestly, I don't really like this story. But anyway, hopefully you'll enjoy it.

Phineas was sitting cross-legged on his and Isabella's bed, watching the alarm glow a soft red. Last night he and his girlfriend had gone to bed not talking. He was hoping tonight would be different.

The bedroom door opened slowly, revealing a peeking Isabella clad in her silken pajamas, consisting of a tight black shirt and lofty pants littered with images of Hello Kitty.

"Isabella," Phineas whispered. He hadn't seen her all day, and was surprised when he had entered their bedroom and not found her there. It was nearly eleven now.

Isabella smiled gently, before holding up a deck of cards. "Play me a game?" she asked.

Phineas grinned brightly, the first genuine smile he had shown in days. He patted the comforter in front of him wildly. "Come here," he motioned.

Isabella sprinted the short distance, leaping onto the bed and mimicking Phineas' cross-legged pose.

"Five-card draw?" Isabella suggested, shuffling the cards expertly in her hands.

"Friendly game?" Phineas countered hopefully.

"Nah," Isabella denied, grinning slightly, "Cold hard poker. No tricks, no funny stuff. Clear?"

Phineas chuckled, scratching the bridge of his nose. He waggled his head, shaking his bangs in front of him. "Crystal."

"Good," Isabella mewed, rapidly passing cards to both Phineas and herself. Once each player had received five cards, she ceased, placing the remainder of the deck in the middle.

"Oy vey," Phineas chuckled, looking over his hand in distaste. Withdrawing three fifths of his deck, he exchanged for three new cards.

Following her boyfriend, Isabella exchanged just one.

"Whatcha got, babe?" Phineas drawled, holding his own cards close to his chest. Isabella smiled reluctantly.

"Not much," she admitted, showing her hand for Phineas to see. "A pair of twos."

Phineas laughed. "Better than me," he replied. "I've got nothing," he revealed, displaying his hand of various ranks and suits.

Isabella giggled. "My point," she murmured.

Phineas nodded, though no longer paying much attention to the game. Isabella handed him the deck which he took and shuffled carefully, all the while making eyes with Isabella.

He sorted the player's cards, looking his over as Isabella did the same with her own. "Your exchange."

"Okay," Isabella mumbled, sorting out two of her cards to replace. Her face looked less than jovial with her new cards.

Phineas took only one card, mumbling, "Check it."

Isabella exhaled. "Nothing to write home about. High ace."

"Two pair," the young man rallied, "My point."

And so the deck was once again collected, sorted and the players reviewed their cards.

"All right," Isabella began after all replacements had been made. "What have you got for me, Phin?"

"A pair of fours, a high king…" Phineas trailed off, "And an apology. I'm sorry, Isabella. I shouldn't have acted the way I did."

Isabella smiled before looking up from her cards. "Straight, five through nine," she revealed, holding up her hand. "And, thank you. I forgive you. And hopefully, you can do the same. Because I'm sorry, too."

Phineas looked up with genuine surprise as he hastily organized the deck. "You're sorry?"

Isabella shook her head in denial. "I should have never approached you the way I did. It was out of line. And for that, I'm sorry."

Phineas finished passing out the new hand to take Isabella's wrist. "You shouldn't be. You shouldn't have to worry about asking me anything."

"And I don't," Isabella reassured. "That's just a touchy topic, I suppose. There were better ways of going about that conversation. I have a two pair."

"Four of a kind," Phineas grinned, holding up his hand to exploit all four queens in tow. "My point. Two-two."

Isabella grinned. "Then it's a tie. You're on, Flynn."

"Bring it," Phineas dared, coming to his knees to puff out his chest dramatically. Isabella laughed, following suit, bumping her fists off her shoulders.

"Oh, it's on," she bet.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Oh, really?"

Isabella was nearly crying through her laughter. "Yeah," she whispered seductively, taking Phineas face in her hands. She pulled him closer, speaking against his lips. "Really."

Phineas was the one to initiate the kiss, but Isabella was the first to pull away. "Oh, no, boy," she protested, "You're not forgetting about the game that easily."

Phineas laughed, picking up each of his cards as she dealt. She read over her cards quickly, waiting for Phineas' exchange. Her boyfriend, however, watched her curiously.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Isabella inquired, setting her cards down by her side.

"Why did you come in here?" Phineas asked, tilting his head to the side.

Isabella looked noticeably uncomfortable. "We always play cards to get our minds off things."

"That's it?" Phineas smirked, knowing Isabella well enough to know that she would never have only one reason for doing anything. Playing poker was no exception.

Isabella sighed, resting her folded hands in her lap. She looked away, peering out the window as she spoke. "I came in here because I felt it was as good as a time as any to tell you…"

"To tell me what?" Phineas prompted as Isabella's voice drifted off.

Isabella met his eyes and became very serious. "To tell you that I lied."

Phineas cocked an eyebrow. "You lied?" Phineas questioned. "About what?"

Isabella picked up her deck of cards again, shuffling them slowly. "Phineas…" Isabella whispered. "I am pregnant."

Isabella didn't want to look him in the eye. She had seen how horrified he looked when he had suggested that she may be pregnant; she didn't want to see his face when he knew it was true.

"How did this happen?" Phineas laughed.

Isabella's head snapped up the moment she heard his voice. It was calm, and he was laughing. He sounded almost… relieved?

"What?" Isabella pondered out loud.

Phineas was grinning like a madman, trying to talk through his laughter unsuccessfully.

He pulled Isabella onto his lap, holding her thighs in his hands. He looked at her with a cheeky smile, his eyes dancing.

"We were so careful," he chuckled.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Isabella wondered, confusion leaking through her voice.

Phineas just stared at her. "Am I?"

Isabella nodded, tracing the outline of his smile along his face, giggling when her fingers dipped onto his lips when he grinned wider still.

"Are you certain?"

"Positive."

"Interesting choice of words," Phineas speculated. "Will we be married?"

Isabella's giddy feelings instantly disappeared. She shot off of Phineas' lap, retreating to her previous position across from him on the bed. She took her knees in her arms and shook her head.

"No," she argued softly. "This is what I was afraid of. I didn't want you to feel obligated to marry me just because we're going to have a child together. I want you to want to marry me. And only for that reason would you ask."

Phineas leaned forward, setting one hand on one of Isabella's knees to support himself. "So," he began, "I can only ask because I want to. And not because I think I need to."

"Yes," Isabella mumbled, fingering her cards that lay strewn over the bedspread.

Phineas grinned, leaning back confidently. "Well, then," he drawled, "I'll need to get you a ring."

Isabella looked at him curiously. "What? Phineas, what are you doing?"

Phineas had hopped off the bed, sprinting to the other side of the room and sifting through one of their dresser drawers. This one happened to belong to him, a drawer filled with ties and cufflinks and other business like attire that he loved to hide away. Isabella watched as he seemingly found what he was looking for, cupping the item in his right hand and covering it with his left.

He skipped joyously back over to the bed, but instead of jumping on as per usual, he instead leaned down on the floor in front of where Isabella sat.

Isabella readjusted herself, leaning over the edge of the bed to see her boyfriend peering up at her. Phineas released his hands to show a little blue box covered with worn felt. Opening the box, Isabella gasped at the sight of a stunning diamond ring. "Oh, my," she breathed, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes darted back and forth between the little blue box and Phineas' blue eyes.

Phineas opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself, instead slightly lowering the ring box onto his knee and looking to his side. He chuckled before looking back to Isabella and pleading, "You know I'm not good with words. Do I have to say it?"

Isabella laughed at his proposition and the feeling of her tears streaming onto her hands. She looked at him before leaning over and whispering, "Do I have to put it on myself?"

To say Phineas had never grinned as he did that day would be a true statement. A hundred watt light bulb could be outshined. Phineas took the ring out carefully, discarding the box on the bed near Isabella's feet.

He held it gently with two fingers, placing the ring softly on her left hand, smiling as he watched Isabella tilt her hand in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

"You like it, then?" Phineas asked hopefully as he took her hand to examine how the ring looked on his new fiancée.

"I love it," Isabella assured, looking to Phineas with wide, grateful eyes. She jumped slightly when something ticked her foot, calming herself when she spotted the little blue box. It was then she noticed the wear and tear of the felt. "How long have you had it?"

Phineas stroked her cheek and smiled before seriously answering, "A while."

"You were going to ask me all along," Isabella realized. "What were you waiting for?"

Phineas shook his head, "I don't know. A shove in the right direction, I suppose."

"And this was it?" Isabella smiled.

Phineas shrugged noncommittally, leaning back against the headstand. He folded his arms behind his head, crossing his feet at his ankles.

Isabella crawled towards him, resting by his side and leaning her head on his chest. "So you're okay with this?" she asked, placing her left hand on her stomach gently. Phineas smirked, placing his own hand over hers.

"I'm very okay with this," Phineas reassured.

Isabella encased her fiancé in a hug, which he returned before Isabella quickly leapt away.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, sitting up straight.

Isabella jumped off their bed and ran halfway across the room before turning around, "I have to go tell my mom!"

Phineas laughed, "It's already past midnight, Isabella."

"So?" Isabella asked, nearly making it out the door before Phineas called her back once more.

"Wait!"

"What?" Isabella asked impatiently even through a smile.

"We never finished our game," Phineas reminded her, gesturing to the cards still scattered over the bed.

"I had a straight. Two through six."

"Flush," Phineas grinned, waving his cards in the air. Isabella nodded, darting down the hall.

Phineas heard her shout, "You win!" halfway down the hall, presumably searching for her cell-phone.

Phineas began picking up the various cards disheveled by the couple's frequent movement. He thought over everything that had just occurred.

The fight was over; it had been resolved.

Isabella revealed she truly was pregnant; they were going to have a baby.

And Phineas had proposed; they were to be married.

He grinned happily, shuffling the cards before placing them back in the box. Glancing at the calendar, he noticed the date. On the box for the day was a small red heart, inked by Isabella to show their anniversary. One year ago today the couple had found each other again at the reunion.

Phineas grinned at the chances. He nodded to himself, looking out into the hall before whispering, "Yes, Isabella. I definitely win."

All right, hopefully everything having to do with the poker game wasn't too confusing. I tried to make sure they said who got the point every time.

Congratulations to all who guessed how the story would end. ;) I really don't like how this one ends, though. I hate stories with proposals because they all sound the same, so I tried to make this one a little different. Hopefully it will suffice. :)

Thank you all for reading this story! And reviews would be lovely.

P.S. Not working on my next story just yet, but I think I may switch it up and write one about them in high school, not belonging to the, "And So They Did," storyline. I'm not sure just yet though. We'll see how it goes. Much love.