.the last little gift.

WARNING: DEATH. and it'll make u cry



Phineas stared at the wall, his face blank. He couldn't cry any more tears, he couldnt do anything anymore. A baby's cry came from the next room, as his step brother went to go calm her down. Phineas had imaged himself getting up to go hold her, but as he looked down all he saw was her beautiful face, a face just a little too much like her mothers.

He closed his eyes and shook the image of a lifeless Isabella out of his head. He had only gotten a good minute to say goodbye, it was all so sudden and he could never get the picture of the person he loved most dead away. It haunted him, it hung over him, mocking him. He almost felt like he failed as a parent, and the fact that he would have to raise 3 kids without a mother seemed impossible.

Money would never be a problem, he had a great job and everything, he knew how to raise kids, just. He didn't know how to live a happy life without isabella by his side. He could never remarry, the thought disgusted him. He knew Isabella would want him to move on, but he would never find anyone as beautiful, as funny, as talented, as overall amazing as her.

He grabbed something off of his bedside table quickly. It was a book, and it had a picture of them two, about 16, him smiling wide as she kissed his cheek. He opened the cover gently, looking through the first few pages of them as teens, as the memory played back in his head.

~ "It'll be fun!" she laughed as she gave him a book and a stack of pictures, only recently taken at the time. Isabella had the bottoms of her hair dyed purple at this point, with a pair of shiny braces on her teeth to match his own.

"What are we even gonna do with it?" He raised an eyebrow and put it down on the kitchen table, looking down at the girl, as he had seemed to sprout up quite a bit in the past few years, and she had grown about a measly 3 inches. He smiled a little at the thought of how short she is. well. was.

"Fill it with memories, so we can look back at it when we're old and in rocking chairs"~

Quickly, he put the book down and looked away. He closed his eyes and thought about a life without isabella, laying back on his bed. Tears started to sprout up in his eyes, and he didn't even care anymore, he just let them roll down his face as all the good times played in his head. They stopped on the car ride to the hospital, as she rolled her eyes and joked around with him at how anxious he was to have a little princess, daddies little girl.

He thought about Violet for a minute. He had only looked at her 4 times in the past 3 days, he just couldn't. It wasn't her fault, even though it kind of was. But, she's 4 days old. She didn't know she did it even. It wasnt her fault, these things happen.

He felt himself get out of bed, and weakly stand up. He walked to the door, his hand shaking a little, as he slowly turned the knob, walking down the hall into the nursery, the sounds of a screaming baby getting louder as he neared, and almost unbearable when he opened the door.

He felt his lips perk up just a little as he watched ferb attempt to calm the child, walking foreward and putting a hand on his step brother's shoulder.

"I got it." His voice was hoarse, he didn't even sound like himself. Ferb looked at him confused, handing him the small girl. He started to hum a lullaby to her, rocking her gently, not daring to open his eyes. He heard the babies screams go down to a whimper, as she snuggled into his body a little, maybe even hearing a little coo as he sat down in a chair, he opened his eyes, just a little.

He looked down at the beautiful girl, eyes the gorgeous light blue, like a summer sky. He grabbed her tiny hand, swallowing hard and trying to push the thoughts of Isabella away as he looked down at her, and she cooed back up at him, a little smile on her face.

This made Phineas realize something, something that made a heartwarming smile appear on his lips.

Heaven may have gained an angel, but he seems to have a little angel too, a little gift of his own. From then on he liked to think of her as Isabella's last little present for him. No more cute notes, no more cupcakes or brownies, but a little girl who never fails to make him smile every day.