"Grrrrrrr." Isabella woke up to the familiar sound of the platypus. Smiling, she made her way downstairs not bothering to change.
"Hey there Phineas, whatchadoon'?" She looked over to see coming in to the kitchen where he was preparing breakfast.
"Uuuuh, Phineas, what are you doing?" She asked, a hint of horror seen in her eyes.
"What, can I not make breakfast?" He placed another piece of bacon on the frying pan and checked the eggs.
"Listen, Phineas, honey, I don't want to offend you but-"
"You can't cook." a young boy walked into the kitchen, he looked much like Phineas, but with Isabelle's raven hair.
"Jacob, look, your father may not be the best cook but you could at least say it in a nice manner."
"I can cook!" Phineas said with a frown. Then, as if on queue, his pancake set on fire. He groaned and quickly put it out "I'll just have cereal." He mumbled throwing away the burnt food. Isabella smiled and walked over to him.
"Why don't I make breakfast then?" She asked, giving his a soft kiss on the cheek. He groaned again and nodded.
"Fine."
"Thanks honey." She smiled again making her way in front of her husband pecking his lips.
"Eeew! You guys! Come on!" Jacob cried, shielding his eyes from the scene. Isabella laughed and pulled out the breakfast ingredients from the fridge. Phineas smirked.
"Y'know, this'll be you one day,"
"Eew! No way!!"
"All right boys, breakfast's ready."
