The ABC's of Montessa
Disclaimer: I do not own Monty Monogram, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz or any character from Phineas and Ferb, including the series. I apologize if some chapters may be OOC, but what can I say? It's Montessa I'm doing.
Chapter 17: Question
Quality time is always the most important time of the day. When it involves two people all alone in a room with nothing but peace and solitude, chances are that it would go a bit nicely.
The same could be said for 30-year olds Monty Monogram and Vanessa Doofenshmirtz. This actually became one of those nights when Vanessa would pop in a bit of a rock ballad, lit some cherry vanilla candles and just toss and turn endlessly until Monty came home from work. And only if he was in the mood. Luckily, Monty was in the mood as the married couple (yes, they're married) decided to go right at it after a good home-cooked dinner made by him.
Both Monty and Vanessa went right at it like a couple of cheetahs fighting over a piece of meat. They were tonguing each other like crazy with Monty getting dominance over her. The clothes were taken off at a consuming pace, but Monty and Vanessa were still in their undergarments. It was quickly getting hot and sweaty with neither Vanessa or Monty taking a break.
Their little love making sent them under the covers and yet, Monty still dominated his kiss over Vanessa's. By the sounds of her passionate moans, it was quite clear that Monty was enjoying his moment while it lasted.
"Mmmmmm... you're such a good kisser, Monty..." Vanessa cooed, "I don't want you to stop."
"Luckily for you Vanessa, I don't plan to stop anytime soon..." Monty smirked.
They kept on kissing and kissing for a good moment or two until they were drowned out by a knock on the door.
"Mommy? Daddy? Are you in there?"
Unfortunately, that little statement forced Monty and Vanessa's makeout session to be over and done with.
"Oh, crap!" Monty yelped.
"It's our daughter!" Vanessa yelped as well, "Quick, think of something!"
With no time to think, Monty quickly laid down on his bed while Vanessa managed to turn on the TV. With their plan set in motion, it was finally time to have their daughter come in.
"Okay, you can come in, now!"
By the word coming from her mother Vanessa, their six-year-old daughter Emily came in the room with a stuffed teddy bear in her hand. By the way she was rubbing her eyes, she was practically asleep.
"Mommy, Daddy... I can't sleep." She replied.
"Aw... what's the matter, sweetie? Did you have a nightmare?" Vanessa spoke to her daughter in concern.
"I wanted to ask both of you a question." Emily responded.
"Well, go ahead, honey. What do you wanna talk about?" The wife said.
"Where do babies come from?" Emily spoke out.
Utter silence soon filled the room. Monty and Vanessa were speechless as ever to think that their daughter could ask a question like that. What on earth were they even supposed to say out of all things? Would they even dare ask their daughter that question.
"Well, um... you see, sweetie... it's when t-two people love each other... and-" Vanessa stuttered in confusion, "Monty, can you handle this?"
"Gladly." Monty nodded.
Just like any father would do, Monty allowed her daughter to sit on his knee and tell him the tale.
"You see, honey..." Monty paused a bit, "You were actually born from a stork. When you hatch from an egg, the stork travels throughout the Earth, looking for a nice department store. And the moment that we saw you with that $100 price tag, we knew we wanted to have you for our very own."
Even though Monty's tale was very short, Emily was forced to believe her father's lie.
"So... I was born at a Sears?" Emily replied in a mind-boggling way.
"Yeah, honey. You were born at a Sears." Monty smiled, "And that's where babies come from! Okay, have a good sleep."
After Monty set her daughter down on her two feet, she managed to leave the bedroom. But before she could leave however, she turned to her parents for the last time.
"Is that story really true?" Emily raised an eyebrow, "Because Grandpa Doof told me that babies come from a place called the va-"
"OKAY! That's enough for tonight!" Vanessa chuckled nervously, "Good night, sweetie! See you tomorrow!"
After respectfully shutting the door in their daughter's face, an exhausted Vanessa went back to the bed and hit her entire face on that fluffy pillow of hers.
"I'm now calling it, Monty. We're getting a hotel next time." Vanessa muffled from her pillow.
"Believe it, honey..." Monty groaned as well.
Who knew that only one question coming from their daughter would ruin such quality time between two people? Believe it or not, it just happened.
Well, this felt nice to do, although Monty's lie to where babies come from didn't help much. Kinda interesting, isn't it?
Anyway, make sure you see what letter 'R' is next chapter. Until then, you know what to do! (;D)