Chapter Four already? Wow, I must like you guys or something ;)
Anyway, this is the chapter with the trigger warning for character death. You'll see why, I can't spoil it for you.
And thanks again to Galaxina-the-Seedrian for reviewing the last chapter! Maybe more of you can follow that example…;)
So anyway, get ready for a huge plot twist this chapter!
You know you love me, IzzytheGreat14
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"It's gonna be good," Phineas hummed as he sat at his desk at the company he ran. "It's been two weeks, and it's working, and-"
His phone rang, and he answered.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hi, sweetie!" Isabella chimed. "Everything's great here, fantastic! I disinfected the entire house, rewired the computer, and did some decoupage. Okay, bye-bye."
She hung up, and Phineas blinked.
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"It's almost been a month," Phineas grinned into his bedroom mirror, adjusting his tie, "and she's as happy as a clam! The sex is still amazing and we don't stay up too late. Do I look great? I am."
He heard voices outside and hurried downstairs.
"Marie!" he cried, flinging open the front door. "And this must be Timmy."
"It's Thomas," Marie's boyfriend corrected.
"Come in! Why don't you join us for dinner?" Phineas invited.
"Um, Dad, Thomas can't really stay," Marie protested. "He's got…homework."
"It's gonna be great. My wife is making roast beef," Phineas chattered, grabbing Thomas's hand.
"He needs to go have surgery!" Marie cried.
"Isabella makes the best roast beef," Phineas noted, pulling a startled Thomas into the house.
"He's got rabies!" Marie called halfheartedly as she followed the boys into the dining room.
"We'll sit down together like a family should," Phineas grinned, noting that there were four places set already.
They ate dinner quickly, and then Isabella smiled, getting up and going to the kitchen.
"Ooh, dessert," Marie said happily.
"It's gonna be great," Phineas beamed.
"Oh-kay, it's someone's birthday!" Isabella called from the kitchen, entering the dining room with a large birthday cake.
"Whose birthday is it?" Thomas asked as Phineas's face fell and Marie froze.
"My brother's," Marie said flatly after a moment.
"I didn't know you had a brother," Thomas frowned.
"I don't," Marie said. "He died before I was born."
Phineas rose and walked over to Isabella, who was trying not to cry at the look on his face.
"What?" she asked brokenly, voice cracking. "What is it?"
"He's not here. Love, I know you know this. He died, a long time ago. You need to let him go. No, my love, he's not here," Phineas said gently.
"This is fucked," Marie muttered.
"Language," Phineas reprimanded.
"Fuck this!" she cried, standing and running up the stairs.
"It was wonderful to meet you both," Thomas said politely, and followed Marie, leaving Phineas and Isabella alone.