Adventures in Parenting |Phineas and Ferb Story|

Prologue

"Alright, honey, the kids just got on the bus so I'm off to work!" Phineas called out from the kitchen. But instead of getting a 'goodbye' from his wife, he was taken aback by a retching in response. He immediately became alert, setting his things down on the counter and rushing over toward the bedroom.

He entered the master bathroom, only to find his wife sitting on the floor, puking her guts out  into the toilet. "Oh Izzy, again?" He frowned, walking over to hold her long, messy black hair behind her back.
Isabella nodded, taking a moment to breathe. "I know, this is like the sixth time in the past two days.." She groaned, holding her head, "I haven't even been drinking..I think it might've been something I ate."

Phineas stroked his fingers through her hair to undo the small tangles, sighing softly. "Maybe it's time we see a doctor." He suggested. "I can call work and tell them it's an emergency."

Isabella looked up at her husband with a weak but grateful smile. She didn't always understand why, but it was beyond sweet that no matter the circumstance, she was always Phineas' top priority, as well as their kids were. "Thanks, honey..you sure your boss won't mind?" She asked.

"No, he loves me." Phineas shook his head. He wasn't worried, since he was on his team's good side. After all, the National Society of Professional Engineers didn't work with just anybody, especially with someone they didn't like or trust. Phineas was definitely one of the best, so he was allowed to take days off for family emergencies.

Suddenly, a faint wailing came from the upstairs. The two adults sighed wearily, knowing that their two-year-old son, Samuel, had just now woken up and was in need of their attention. "Can you get him for me..?" Isabella asked.

"Of course, be right back, dear." Phineas nodded, kissing his wife's head before rushing out the bathroom.
Isabella stared over at the bathroom counter, sighing warily. "Guess I better find out.." She said, slowly standing up and walking over to pick up the small white and pink box.

Phineas ran upstairs into the smallest room and held his toddler. "What's the matter, Sam?" He asked, letting his son cry over his shoulder. "Did you hurt yourself? Bad dream?"

"Mhm.." The little boy murmured, hiding his tearstained face in his dad's shirt. "Don't he mad, dada.."

"I'm not mad, son. No, no..never." Phineas said softly, brushing his fingers through Sam's soft auburn hair. "Here, I'll go make you some breakfast while you wait in the living room. I'll put on your favorite show, okay?"

"Okay.." The boy nodded. Phineas carried his son down the stairs and set him on the living room couch, turning the TV on to put on a corny cartoon for kids his age. Sam was never picky about his shows, which saved Phineas lots of time.
He walked into the kitchen and poured a small bowl of children's cereal, then handed it to his son. "Don't make a mess, or you'll have to clean it up. I'm gonna go check on Mommy, okay? I'll be right back."

"Okay, dada." The boy nodded again, seeming much calmer now that he was distracted by the television.

Phineas patted his head, then walked back into the master bedroom. "Sam's all taken care of, now time to-" He stopped in his tracks as he was about to enter the bathroom, seeing his distraught wife sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Izzy? What's wrong?" He asked concernedly.

Isabella sighed, shaking her head. "No need to go to the doctor today..I know what's wrong with me." She said, pointing to the counter.

Phineas raised a brow and walked over. His eyes suddenly popped open when seeing a pregnancy test sitting by the sink next to it's opened package. Not to his surprise, it was positive.

"You're..pregnant?" He asked in awe.

"Again." She nodded, holding her stomach. "For the fourth time.."

It's like 4 in the morning, get off my back.