And another story from me! :D This is a sequel following both, "And So They Did," and, "Words Were Of No Use."

"You're insufferable."

Isabella's cold words were the first thought in Phineas' mind as he woke up that Sunday morning. He groaned, rolling over onto his stomach and firmly pressing his pillow to the back of his head as if to drown out the memories of the night before.

The morning and afternoon had gone as they usually had, in a sequence of unpredictable events and unexpected surprises. The evening, however, had taken an unfortunate turn for the worse. Relationship therapists say every couple will, at some point in time, experience their first big fight. To Phineas' loathing, last night had been there's.

"Phineas?" Isabella had asked calmly that night, "Can we talk?"

It had all started innocently enough, with Phineas happily obliging and Isabella leading him to take a seat on the couch. Isabella breathed deeply through her nose before beginning.

Phineas had been stroking her knee he recollected, caressing the soft skin while she momentarily collected her thoughts. She took that same hand in hers when she spoke.

"Phineas." A breath. "What are your thoughts on children?"

Phineas tilted his head lazily to the side, leaning to meet Isabella's downcast eyes. She was fiddling with the fabric of the sofa, drawing stray designs in the curve of stitches.

When Isabella refused to meet his gaze, he spoke. "Children?" He repeated. "You know I love kids, Isabella. I'm all but ecstatic when Candace and Jeremy stop by with Amanda and the boys or when Ferb and Vanessa ask us to watch Emmett-"

Isabella stopped his explanation with the wave of a hand. He looked at her curiously, but she still didn't look to his eyes.

"I know," Isabella exhaled, "I know. You love your niece and your nephews, and I see that. I love them, too. But I don't mean children you know or children in your family or children in general. I mean… I mean…" Isabella staggered pitifully. "What do you think about us having children?"

Phineas widened his eyes noticeably. He was considerably shocked to say the least; surprises were a favorite of Isabella's, but this was one he had never considered.

Phineas jolted his incredulity away with a shake of his head. He carefully took her hands in his as he scooted closer to her on the couch.

"I suppose it's inevitable," Phineas mumbled thoughtfully. "That we would have children, should we be wed."

Phineas looked upon his girlfriend curiously when she shook her head. "I don't mean if we get married, Phineas. I mean now. What are your thoughts on having children right now."

Phineas cocked an eyebrow, withdrawing from Isabella slightly. "What are you talking about, Isabella? Children now? We've hardly talked about marriage. We're not even engaged, let alone ready to have children!"

Isabella's face appeared visibly hurt, and Phineas felt himself moving to hold her shoulders once more.

"What is this all about, Isabella?" He found himself asking. He received nothing more than a sniffle as an answer. "I'm certain we'll have children together, Isabella. In a few years."

This caught Isabella's attention. "Years?" she murmured, finally looking to Phineas' eyes.

He nodded hesitantly. "Of course. It would be crazy for us to have children now," he laughed.

Isabella stared at him, clearly not amused. "I hadn't realized it was such a horrible option," she seethed.

Phineas broke away and stood up, ruffling his brow in confusion. "I didn't say that," he argued.

"You didn't have to," Isabella shot back instantly, wrapping her arms around her waist protectively.

"You misunderstand," Phineas replied.

Isabella merely scoffed, turning her head away.

Phineas clenched his fist, shaking his head in distaste. "What is wrong with you?" he inquired, venom in his tone.

Isabella's jaw dropped and she gasped audibly. She stood up hastily, taking a powerful stance in front of her boyfriend. "There is nothing wrong with me," she whispered dangerously.

They glared. They both realized they were taking this argument much too far, but both were caught in the heat and adrenaline of the moment. Phineas spoke.

"You sure aren't acting like it," he responded.

Isabella crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. "Oh?" She inquired mockingly, "And how is that?"

Phineas laughed, but no humor was evident in his tone. "You're seriously asking that?" he chuckled.

Isabella didn't miss a beat. "And how," she stressed, "is that?"

Phineas calmed, looking to Isabella as if she were an alien. "You must be joking. You drag me over here and start questioning me about having kids with you and you act like there's nothing wrong with that!"

Isabella fumed. "Why do you think that it would be such a horrible idea to have children with me?"

Phineas growled in disbelief. "I'm telling you you're not understanding me! I never said that! It wouldn't be horrible to have children with you! Just not right now!"

"Why not!" Isabella screeched, tears forming in her eyes.

"Because we're so young!" Phineas bickered.

"So?" Isabella shot back.

"So!" Phineas mimicked, "We're only twenty-three, Isabella!"

Isabella breathed heavily through her tears that were now hot and threatening to fall. "Yeah," she panted, "So is Ferb! And his son was born when he was only twenty-two!"

"Yeah, maybe, but Ferb and Vanessa are in love!" Phineas screamed. Instantly he regretted his words, almost begging some otherworldly power to take back what he had said. He brought his hands to his mouth, closing his eyes and praying Isabella wouldn't take his sharp words to heart.

Unfortunately for Phineas, she did. Isabella's tears began to flow freely down her face, cascading onto her shoulders and disappearing into her deep ebony hair. Her tears showed what was happening in her heart, and her face showed her mind. She stood firm in her battle stance still, upstanding her furious positioning.

Isabella panted harshly, opening her mouth to speak. Her voice and heart were breaking as she walked up close to Phineas, close enough for her ragged breath to tickle his jaw line.

"Yeah," she wheezed, "And so were we."

And with that she began to walk away from Phineas, towards the hall where he assumed she would continue her walk to the tower, where she would often brood to think and paint.

"Isabella-" Phineas began, not yet sure what he could say but also wanting to keep her here near him.

"I know, Phineas!" Isabella snapped, stopping momentarily to turn around and glare at the young man. "I misunderstand!"

Phineas shook his head desperately, holding out his hands in anguish. "Isabella, please, just-"

"No," Isabella cried, fists clenched at her sides and her face streaked with tears of hurt and confusion. "Stop, Phineas. Just… just stop…"

"Isabella-"

"You're insufferable," was the last thing Isabella managed to sob before running out of the living room and locking herself in the tower.

Phineas merely breathed, glancing ahead of him to see the fireplace, the grand mantle upon it. And upon the mantle was a wooden picture frame that Isabella had painted herself, decorated with intricate swirls and calligraphy writing with the couple's names written in difficult script. And inside the lovely picture frame, was a lovely photograph to match, one of a happy couple whom, at the time, had not yet gotten together.

It was the photograph from the reunion, the one that made Phineas smile, and the one Isabella deeply cherished. Its matching counterpart, the copy once belonging solely to Isabella, now hung above the bed which they shared.

The same photograph in which Phineas stared at as he lay awake in bed, mentally degrading himself for being so foolish.

Isabella had merely asked a question, he realized now, and he was quick to become overly curious and demanding. He had made a mistake, he knew, and he needed to fix it.

Rolling out of bed, Phineas groaned once more and held his forehead in his hands, all the while stifling a yawn. He stood less than gracefully, stumbling over his feet and the blankets that entrapped his ankles.

He noticed the bathroom light on, and leaned forward slightly, gazing into the room as best he could without falling forward. Inside, he saw Isabella brushing her flowing raven locks.

He looked down shamefully upon seeing the solemn look on her face as she watched herself in the mirror. He cleared his throat, but Isabella did not respond. She did, however, momentarily pause while brushing her air and blink rapidly, tipping Phineas off that she had indeed heard him.

"Hey," Phineas said groggily.

"You can have the bathroom," Isabella responded monotonously. "Shower. I'm going to start breakfast."

"You're angry with me," Phineas sighed.

Isabella stopped at the door to the hall, pausing to hold the door frame and shake her head. "No," she denied. "Not angry. Merely… disappointed."

Phineas exhaled, walking towards her. Isabella, however, would have no such thing and quickly left the room.

"Shower," he heard her shout from down the hall.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled. She was disappointed. That had to be worse than angry. He hadn't made her upset. He'd made her unhappy, and that was certainly worse. Phineas entered the bathroom, thinking of possible ways to clear up the messy situation.

None of his possible outcomes, to his dismay, ended happily.

Ooh, drama. Haha. You would not BELIEVE how proud I am of that fight scene! :D I am an extremely reserved person and have never participated in an argument of such levels. Hopefully it was convincing? And if not, I'm all for advice.

See, I told you in, "Words Were Of No Use," that this time I would upset Isabella! Any suggestions or predictions to what will happen next would be appreciated in the form of reviews! Thank you for reading this far!

This story will be another three-shot, each chapter this long or slightly shorter. I haven't started the second chapter just yet, so it'll probably be a day or two. Until then, give me ideas! I already have everything planned out but I would love to slip in reader suggestions! Much love.