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“I think I’m gonna marry you,” sighed the sleepy boy resting upon Isabella’s shoulder. The evening around them was chilly and peaceful, and they were resting after a day filled with more activities than they had ever done before.
Isabella didn’t know what to say. Sure, marrying Phineas had been a fixture in her dreams since she was seven, but they had only actually started dating a month ago. Wasn’t it too soon for those kinds of declarations?
“I think you’re sleep deprived.”
Phineas giggled, proving her point. “Yeah. But I’m also gonna marry you. You’ll see. We’ll have four kids—”
“Three,” Isabella softly corrected.
“Three kids. And I’m gonna spend the summers building things with them.”
“You won’t have a job?”
“Passive income.”
“Of course.”
“They’ll look like you. I want them too, at least. You’re very pretty.”
Isabella smiled, a delicate warmth settling over her skin. “You get very affectionate when you’re sleepy.”
“It’s ‘cause I love you.”
“Of course, silly me,” she teased. Then, quietly, she added, “And I love you too.”
“We’re gonna live a great life,” he said, demonstrating the classic trademarked Phineas Flynn optimism, “And you know why?.”
“Because we have each other?”
“Exactly.”