***Ok everyone, this is my first fic! Please R&R but be kind!***
Disclaimer: I don't own Boy Meets World or any of the characters and all that.
Cory Mathews wakes up to the smell of breakfast cooking downstairs. After a moment of thankfulness for his wonderful bride, he stumbles down the spiral staircase into the kitchen of his large Seattle home. He sits in one of the high backed oak chairs at the table, facing his lovely wife who is feeding their baby while bacon fries on the stove. She smiles at hime, and they exchange a good morning kiss.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Cory says.
"Every day darling," replies his young a beautiful wife, Shelly, with a trace of an English accent.
Suddenly, they are interrupted by the ringing phone.
"I'll get it sweetie!" says Cory.
"Thank you honey," replies Shelly, who then returns to feeding the baby.
When Cory answers the phone, a look of surprise spreads over his face. As the conversation continues, a look of pain spreads over his features. Shelly begins to worry about the content of this phone call, and begins to suspect that it has something to do with the past that he had kept hidden from her. Cory hangs up the phone and staggers back to his chair.
"Honey, I have to fly into Philadelphia this afternoon. Its an emergency. My old neighbor and teacher has had a heart attack. I have to be there," he says.
"I understand dear. Would you like me to come along?" she says, perhaps a little too eager at the prospect of finally meeting Cory's friends and family.
"No thank you. I have to face this one on my own." Cory says.
"Alright then. I'll be waiting for you," Shelly says, and they return to their breakfasts in silence.