A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated this story for so long! It's just, the chapters here are now quite longer than they used to be, so it obviously takes more time to think of a plot and write them. Anyway. Thanks a lot to Sabrina Kelly, Rebb R-001, FrostyJudge, brieme33, MarieFlynn, my No. 1 Reader, Rorscarch, EnergeticBullet, and the amazing Guest (thank you so much for taking your time to leave all those reviews; they made me so glad!). Whoa, that's a lot of people; you guys are seriously awesome.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one (it's my tribute to lazy weekend mornings)!
I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

Isabella slowly opened her eyes. Was it morning already? It felt like just a short while ago she had thrown herself on the bed, hoping to finally let this exhausting week slip into oblivion. She took a glance at the curtains; they provided cozy shade for the room, but even despite this, she could see it was undeniably morning. Good. She had had such a good night's sleep, which didn't happen often. What's more, it was Saturday. Saturday. Nobody had to hurry anywhere; she could keep lying there, without reproaching herself about not being up yet.

She rolled lazily over, and closed her eyes again, letting the reality slowly reach all her senses. The sun shone through her eyelids; she definitely wasn't going to be able to steal a couple more minutes of sleep. But she could at least enjoy the perfect peace and silence. In the house, she could only hear the barely audible ticking of the wall clock, but she didn't even bother checking the time. From outside, there came the muffled rumble of distant traffic; the city was already pulsating with life, unlike their house. Fortunately.

Isabella rolled over again. Judging by the intrusive rays of sunshine, it was going to be a nice, warm day. She sighed in contentment, wrapping herself tighter in the soft duvet; a couple of strands of her hair fell to her face. She was warm and comfortable; it was so perfect... Wait, no, not yet. She opened her eyes, and obviously saw Phineas lying before her, asleep, facing her. It had been months since they got married, and yet she still experienced this slight aflutter feeling every time she woke up next to him. Isabella smiled, seeing the beloved face, and scooted closer to him. Cautiously, not to wake him up, she slid her arm under his back, nestling herself into a comfortable position, and rested her head on his arm. Now. Now it was perfect.

She could feel his long, steady breaths, a little calmer than her own, as his chest rose and fell rhythmically. Her eyelids involuntarily shut, and she moved her hand to his warm cheek. Nothing was going to make her get up now.

Isabella wan't sure how long she spent like this; it might have been ten minutes, or half an hour. Maybe she had even passed out for a while? Either way, she opened her eyes suddenly as she felt a light peck on her lips.

"Hey, Izzy," Phineas said in a husky voice, gently brushing his fingers through her black, warm hair.

"Hi," she replied quietly into his cheek, then let out a long breath.

Phineas looked at his wife with an endearing smile. Was there anything better than waking up with her close to him? He didn't think so. He loved holding her, feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. Especially in the mornings, her smile was even cuter, as she still had this little absent-minded expression. And, without makeup, he could see every tiny freckle on her face, each of her eyelashes. He adored her this way; with her hair ruffled, and the seams of her pillow imprinted on her skin. As he grew up, he learned to appreciate such small things and to take delight in them. Now, he wouldn't exchange them for anything.

They lay like this for another while, just enjoying each other's warmth, slowly brushing their fingers against each other's arms, and doing other small, yet loving gestures. It was a pity they didn't get to spend time like this more often. Or was it? Because on the other hand, this way they savored these moments more; they embedded themselves much deeper into their memory, and were more pleasant to relive.

But nothing lasts forever. Finally, after some time, they felt they should really get up. But of course, it didn't have to mean the end of their peaceful morning; not at all. It was all going to be as slow and lazy as it had been up until now.

"What do you think of making ourselves some coffee?" Phineas suggested quietly.

A dreamy smile graced Isabella's features.

"Awesome..." she replied lazily. However, they remained in bed for another five minutes, neither of them making the smallest move. Isabella chuckled quietly.

"So... shall we? I guess we have to get up eventually."

"Uh-huh..." murmured Phineas.

Finally, they started unwrapping themselves from around each other (with absolutely no hurry), stretching their arms, yawning, and rubbing their eyes. After a while, they both entered the kitchen, shuffling their slippers, and split up (which felt a bit weird after lying for so long together), looking for coffee and other things for breakfast.

Phineas opened one of the cupboards, and took out a packet of coffee. The scent instantly wafted through the air, completing the atmosphere of the morning. He then looked for the cups and, having found all that he needed, he turned the coffeemaker on, occupying himself with the task. However, he kept glancing at Isabella every once in a while, with a still fresh memory of cuddling with her in his mind.

Meanwhile, she perused one of the drawers, and pulled out a huge packet of cookies.

"Look what I've got," she said and showed them to Phineas with a tempting look, then laughed purely at herself, and proceeded to put the cookies into a cake tin.

Having finished, Isabella stood next to him, observing the humming coffeemaker. Phineas turned around to face her and took a small step forward. She placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently, meanwhile Phineas delicately cupped her face. The couple stood there, gazing into each other's sleepy, but smiling eyes.

"Today has been so perfect. I love you," Phineas said without any reason. Or not. The reason was that he loved her; it was enough to confess it, why would he need something more?

"I love you too," Isabella said with her usual, broad smile, which he returned. Still grinning, the two leaned into a long, slow kiss, letting the moment last and last, prolonging it as much as possible... Time slowed even more as they got lost in their kiss; as if it wanted to let them live every sweet second more carefully.

They let each other go a moment after they heard a ding of the coffeemaker. Isabella stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, and watched as Phineas finished preparing their coffees. Finally, having taken the two cups and the cake tin, they walked over to the counter, putting all their stuff on it and sat on the high swivel chairs.

Isabella took her warm cup, and smelled the coffee, her eyes closed. After all those years, this scent reminded her only of these mornings with Phineas, especially during the first months of their marriage, when she had never been able to stop being amazed by the fact they could now do everything together. For some reason, that was the thing that had fallen the deepest into her memory. They would wake up together and go on with their day, and she would always be equally delighted about it. Those times were one of a kind...

Isabella took one cookie and munched it quietly. She started wondering as she noticed one peculiar thing - mornings had their very special atmosphere; just like, for instance, evenings or dusks. Yet during mornings, she felt something completely different. They were... fresh, slowly embracing you with colours, sounds and smells. The colour of the rising sun, the sound of the humming coffeemaker, the smell of sugary cookies, the touch of chilly, fresh air on your skin... Everything was twice as perceivable as usual, sharper; and each small gesture was... different. More intimate, more natural, more meaningful... If one was carefree enough not to pay attention to the time, such mornings were guaranteed to turn into magical moments, as if outside time.

Unbeknownst to Isabella, Phineas was sharing the same thoughts, as he loved this time as well. Every morning was yet another beginning; time to enjoy and appreciate a new chance before the day fully started. Time to allow the surroundings to fill you up with energy and positivity; as well as understanding that new days weren't against you, no matter what it seemed - they were calling you, waiting for your reaction. These were Phineas' thoughts as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the warmth spread through his body; so fitting to this pleasant feeling he was experiencing in such moments.

In their busy lives, moments of calm were rare, to say the least. Granted, they didn't need them often; but whenever they happened... It was a great change. Calmness was hard to describe, once you truly experienced it. What is it, really? It's freeing your mind of all the unnecessary things; it's looking at the sun's rays on the wall and taking a moment to admire them. It's hearing music in the silence, feeling you belong to the place you are. It's feeling the presence of the person who you trust and love. Knowing that no matter what happens later in the day, now you're here, and it makes you happy. What's more, for a while, there is no rest of the day. It's just here and now.

And so Phineas and Isabella sat there, their fingers intertwined, calm, letting the time slip by unnoticed, lightheartedly allowing it to pass and pass. They would never regret spending the time on nothing, as long as it was with each other. Sip after sip, cookie after cookie...

At one point, they will have to ask each other, "Are you ready to face the new day?" But this moment is not now. Now, they can still take one more glance at each other, share one more kiss, or spend one more minute doing nothing in particular. Discovering beauty in the simple things.

Sip after sip...

Cookie after cookie.

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