Wake up call...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or it's characters.

Chapter 1,

Paul's alarm rang at exactly 6:00am and he groaned loudly. He rolled over to his side to help wake him up and stared at the blaring clock.

"Paul, I love you, but if you don't turn off that alarm clock, I will divorce you." His loving wife said and Paul turned off the alarm and sat up.

"You would never divorce me, honey." Paul whispered as he smiled at her. Franny rolled towards him and opened one eye before rolling back to her original position.

"And tell me, baby, why wouldn't I divorce you?" She asked and chuckled.

"Because you loooove me." Paul said with a drawl as pulled his wife close and started to kiss her neck.

"Ok, ok! Stop! Knock it off!" She squealed gleefully, and Paul pulled away.

"Careful Francine, you may wake our son." Paul warned and Francine smiled.

"If Thomas wakes up, the blame will fall on the father, not the mother." She said in a singsong voice and Paul chuckled again.

"Careful Franny, you may be taking your job a little too seriously." Paul warned and Franny bumped him with her butt.

"Ugh, how dare you. That's it, I am sooo going to divorce you today." She said and Paul kissed her shoulder.

"No, you won't." He said.

"Uh, yes I will, I have divorce papers in my briefcase." She said and Paul rolled his eyes.

"Being a lawyer who mostly deals with divorce cases and custody battles, I'm not too surprised that you have divorce papers." Paul said and Franny gave a small giggle.

"Curse you, I hoped that it would be too early for you to remember that." She said and Paul finally let go of her and got out of bed. Franny stayed still for only a minute before rolling over to watch him dress.

"Remind me again why your getting up so early?" Franny asked and Paul turned towards her.

"Because the warehouse hasn't been doing too well and we had to let some people go. Unfortunately being in the middle of flu season we had too many people call in sick and we need help on the ground floor." Paul explained as he pulled a set of overalls on and Francine laughed.

"You're wearing those old things?" She questioned and Paul rose an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah? What's wrong with them? Last time I wore a pair of overalls you said that I looked sexy." He wondered and Francine sat up and hugged her knees loosely.

"Yeah, but that was before we were married. We have changed a bit in the last couple of years." She stated and Paul smiled.

"Ok, now I'm going to divorce you." He said playfully and Francine rolled her eyes.

"You won't because you looove me." She said before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Of course I would, the papers are in your briefcase, right? Well you always keep your briefcase by the door, so I'll just go get them." Paul said before he left the room and walked down the stairs. Of course this caused Francine to jump out of bed and run down the stairs.

"Don't you dare touch my briefcase!" She hollered and Paul picked it up and hugged it close to his body.

"I'm touching it! I'm touching it!" He said as he laughed half of his childish comment and Francine tackled him lightly and reached for the briefcase, but Paul hung it out of her grasp.

"You didn't think that it would be that easy would you?" Paul ask as he quickly made his way to the kitchen. His wife followed and he placed the briefcase on it's side on the island.

"Can't we settle out differences like rational and mature adults?" He asked sweetly and Franny eyed hi with a knowing smile.

"Can you even be mature Mr. Man?" She asked and Paul chuckled.

"Not really." He said and he pushed the briefcase away, but seeing that he pushed too hard he ran to the other side of the island, dove down and caught it before it hit the ground.

"Wow, now that was smooth. Are you ok?" She asked and he smiled up at her.

"Never better." He said and got up on one knee.

"Will you, Francine, please continue being Mrs. Baxter?" Paul asked as he held up her briefcase.

"Yes, of course. I love you, Mr. Baxter." She giggled as she took the briefcase and helped her husband to his feet and into a loving kiss.


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