Hi folks! Welcome to my third story in the Time series! So, one little note before I start: I skipped a year in the timeline, so this story takes place one year after the last story ("Insanity"). I am open to ideas for one-shots that may have taken place in between the two stories, so please feel free to leave a review on any of my stories or private message me! This was a hard story to write, so I pray that you will enjoy this one! DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons", I only own Karena.

WILBUR'S POV

May 30, 2044 – Todayland, North Montana, USA

I woke up at the same time I would normally wake up, and I turned over to look at my wife of two years. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep with her green eyes closed. With her brown bangs and long brown hair, she was the most beautiful woman in my life, and I fell in love with her more and more every day. Her third year of teaching had ended a few days ago, and it was a challenging, but good year for her. I decided to let her sleep in and go on down to my grandma's kitchen to help her cook breakfast.

"Good morning, Wilbur!" Grandma Lucille exclaimed excitedly as she poured pancake batter into the saucepan.

"Morning, Grandma," I replied.

"Helping me today?"

"Yes, ma'am! I'm letting Karena sleep in. She's had a long school year."

"Not just Karena. I seem to recall you had a frustrating year, too."

"I'm not sure I would call my junior year of college frustrating," I replied, trying to recall a strenuous event. "But it certainly was long."

"You displayed frustration when you were studying how to create a curriculum for the week," Carl chimed in, joining me and Grandma in making breakfast.

"Yes, I did, but Karena helped me with that."

"And, for someone who absolutely loves to talk, you struggled with teaching a mock classroom," Carl said.

"What the hey is that supposed to mean?" I asked with annoyance. "I usually talk to one person, not 20."

"Exactly!" Grandma exclaimed. "You're going to have to get used to talking in front of a big group because classrooms typically hold 20 kids. Have you thought about what age group you want to teach?"

"When I applied for my student teaching, I mentioned I wanted to teach younger kids," I answered. "I got told they would work it out for me. I guess I'll find out in a month or so. I remember being fascinated with history when Dad built the prototype time machine, and that was when I was 10. So, I was thinking maybe teaching kids around that age."

"Have you ever heard of a highway called Route 66?" Grandma asked.

"Yes!" I answered, pointing a finger at her. "I remember Karena talking about having a dream of taking a vacation just driving down that road for all… 2,000 miles?"

"Two thousand four hundred seventy-one miles," Carl corrected me. "It is the only highway now where you cannot use a flying car. If you want to drive it, you have to get a vintage car."

"By vintage, do you mean cars from the 1950s or the cars from before Dad invented the flying cars?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "But how did we get from student teaching to Route 66?"

"I brought up Route 66 because kids younger than 10 enjoyed their time on that road," Grandma explained.

"In the 1950s, sure. What about after the road got decommissioned?"

"And it got commissioned again as a National Historic Trail, thanks to your dad," Carl reminded me.

"Umm, no. The Guardians of Route 66 did that. Dad had no part of that, remember? Dad had no knowledge of Route 66 until that piece of news was brought to Todayland."

"Anyway!" Grandma snapped before she continued. "Kids of all generations enjoyed Route 66, from ringing the bells at old and vintage gas stations to seeing magnificent giants to walking national historic bridges. Nothing bored them! My point, Wilbur, is that history is rich to even the youngest kids. History is an important part of everybody. Even learning about the family is a part of history."

"Well, I have to admit, when I started college, I did have the idea of teaching 2nd or 3rd grade," I explained with a smile as we finished making breakfast. "Well, I should check and see how Karena's doing."

"Thank you for your help," Grandma replied with a smile as I left her kitchen and into the travel tube to my room. I got on the platform and found my wife still sound asleep in bed. I gave her kisses all over her face, and not even that stirred her awake.

Wow, she's really out. I got back into the bed with her and held her tight.

"Karena, it's time to get up," I said into her ear, and she finally stirred awake.

"Oh, Wilbur. What time is it?" Karena groggily asked while she moaned.

"It's time for breakfast," I answered. "It's 8:30."

"I swear, I've been getting to bed earlier and waking up later the last few days," Karena said in a grumpy voice.

"You've had a long school year. It's a part of life. But you're here now, and you have a 3-month vacation." I gave my wife a smile, and she smiled back.

"That's the best part of all this," Karena replied. "Three months of absolutely no work. Well, technically, two months since I have to decorate the classroom the month before school starts. But still, three months to spend my summer vacation however I want it to, even it is mostly sleeping."

"Man, that's not like you Karr," I replied with concern in my brown eyes. "You never think about sleep. Are you going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. I've just been tired lately."

"How much water have you been drinking lately?" I asked.

"Not a lot. This past weekend I was drinking coffee, tea, and soda."

"Maybe that's why," I hypothesized. "You're drinking more drinks that have caffeine rather than the drink that gives you the most energy. Anyway, we need to get to breakfast. I helped Grandma make a good one."

"Wilbur, I'm not feeling up to it. I'd rather just go to sleep."

"Are you sure you are alright?" I asked, even more concerned. "Are you sick?"

"Maybe. But save me some breakfast, please?"

I left Karena in bed and let her go back to sleep. Still concerned, but knowing that Karena is in good hands, I left our room through the travel tube to join my family for breakfast.

"Good morning, Wilbur!" my mom Franny, who looks just like me with her black hair and brown eyes, exclaimed as I took a seat next to her.

"Morning, Mom."

"Where's Karena?" my dad Cornelius asked.

"She's asleep. I tried waking her up, but she just wants to sleep."

"That's odd," Mom replied with a raised eyebrow. "I'll check in on her later. But for right now, let's eat!"

"Breakfast is served, ladies and gentlemen!" Carl announced as the mini Carls gave each of us the breakfast I helped make.

Mom and I went back to my room to check in on Karena. My mom had brought her thermostat just in case Karena had a fever.

"Karena. Karena, it's Franny. Please wake up."

My wife stirred awake as my mom shook her shoulder.

"Oh, morning, Mom," Karena said groggily and with a smile as Mom and I gave each other strange looks. Karena never called my mom by that name, even though she is my wife's mother-in-law.

"How are you feeling?" Mom asked with a smile.

"Still tired," Karena answered.

"I'm going to take your temperature, alright?" Karena nodded as Mom placed the thermostat on her head. She removed the thermostat to read the temperature.

"Ninety-eight point six," I read out loud. "So your temperature's fine. Maybe you're just dehydrated?"

"That could be," Karena replied.

"Just drink a lot of water, and you should feel energized in no time," Mom enthusiastically told my wife, and the latter smiled. Mom left the room, and I crawled back into bed with my wife.

"Wilbur, are you sure you want to do this?" Karena asked me. "What if I really am sick?"

"Well, you don't look like you have a bad cold," I explained with a smile. "You just look under the weather. But don't worry, in sickness and in health, remember?"

Karena smiled as I pulled her in for a kiss, and we continued kissing until we fell asleep together in bed, even though it was only 9:30 in the morning.