I regret to say that I do not own Phineas & Ferb. That honour belongs to Dan & Jeff, and Disney of course.
Linda & Lawrence
"Why don't we ever leave the shop for lunch anymore?" Linda asked her husband of 13 years as he came back to the table with a couple of cups and coffee shop biscuits. "Well darling, we don't really get much time for a proper lunch these days, it's usually just a quick bite on the run and whatever we remembered to bring along when we leave in the morning." He replied.
"Lawrence, the boys are 13 years old. I think it's time you had one of those 'father-son' talks with them." She said. "Linda my love, Ferb is 17 and Phineas is 16." He said through a bite of cookie. "I taught Ferb to shave two years ago." He finished. Linda gave him a perplexed look. "No, Ferb just had his 13th birthday a couple of months ago." She said. Lawrence shook his head.
"Are you telling me that I've missed my own children growing up?" Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher looked pleadingly to her husband to tell her it wasn't so. "I'm afraid so, my dear. They've turned into fine young men."
Ferb and Isabella entered and placed an order. On their way out his parents stopped them. "Where are you going?" Linda asked. "I'm driving Isabella over to see the children, then I'm heading back to the office." Ferb replied matter of factly. His mother leapt from her seat and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. "What did you just say?" She hollered in his face. Ferb, wide-eyed, tried to step back but was unsuccessful so he raised his eyebrow instead. Lawrence pulled his wife back into her seat, 'at least there was only one other couple in the coffee shop this mid-afternoon.' He thought to himself.
"How old are you?" Linda demanded of her step-son. The teen in question looked incredulously at his mother. "I'm 17… and a half." He said slowly not sure where this was going. "Are you alright Mum?" She waived the question away and asked her own. "How? How did this happen." She looked to her husband. Ferb raised his finger to say something until his father motioned 'don't answer that'.
Isabella tapped Ferb on the arm. "I'm going to be late if we don't leave soon." Ferb nodded. Linda looked at the pair. "Where are you going?" She inquired.
"I volunteer at the Children's Hospital." Isabella said tentatively. "I'm apprenticing with Danville Architects this year." Ferb replied.
The friends smiled at Mr. & Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher and left the coffee shop.
"Is it true Lawrence? I've missed my own children growing up?" Linda inquired. Lawrence nodded his head in acknowledgement.
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