{Ferb}

"Do I look ok?" I asked, turning to my wife, Vanessa.
"When do you not?" Vanessa smirked.
"You know your parents don't like me." I said.
"Ferbs, don't worry about them. Dad likes you. Sorta..." Vanessa said. "You know what, just relax. I'm here, remember?" Vanessa smiled.
I smiled back. "How could I forget?"
Vanessa leaned closer to me. "Good luck kiss?" Vanessa asked

Just as our lips were about to touch, Vanessa's dad flung open the door. "Vanessa, sweetie!"

Doofenshmirtz pulled his daughter away from me and smiled. "Who is this boy? Why are you kissing him? You know you're only twenty-seven, young lady!"
"Dad!" Vanessa groaned.
"I'm kidding, sweetheart!" Doofenshmirtz laughed.
"Good evening, Mr. Doofenshmirtz." I bowed.
"Oh, hello! What was your name again? Beard? Weird? Barb?" Doofenshmirtz guessed.
"Dad, it's Ferb." Vanessa said.
"Oh, I knew that! Well, come on in!"

Doofenshmirtz lead them into his ex-wife's dining room where Vanessa's mom, Ferb's parents, Candace, Phineas, and Isabella were sitting around the table.

"Hey, Ferb! I was starting to think you weren't going to make it! Good to see you!" Phineas exclaimed.
Phineas' girlfriend, Isabella, smacked at his hand and laughed. "You're just happy he's here because now you can eat."
"I was hungry!" Phineas defended himself.

"Vanessa, sweetie! Come sit by me!" Vanessa's mom waved to her daughter.
"Ferb, dear! Come by me!" My step-mother said.

Both were wearing smiles but neither were real. For some reason, they liked each other but they still couldn't get over that we had married someone out of our appropriate age-rate. Mom still tried to set me up with other girls even though I've told her many times over that I was already married to a beautiful wife.

There was an awkward silence as I sat in between Mom and Phineas, and Vanessa sat across from me in between her parents. Vanessa rolled her eyes and smiled softly.

"Well, gentlemen and ladies, thank you for coming here today! As you already know, it's soon to be my son and his wife's first year as husband and wife! We decided on just a simple party with our new family!" My dad announced.

There were choruses of congratulations and I nodded to them. I knew Vanessa wasn't really comfortable being in the spotlight and I tried to reach her hand.

"Vanessa! Try these mashed potatoes! Your favorite!" Vanessa's mother exclaimed, handing her a big bowl.
"Uh, thanks, Mom." Vanessa watched as her mother proceeded to scoop handfuls onto her plate.

The doorbell rang and Isabella went out to get it. She came back with a confused look. A few seconds later, I found out why. Johnny and Gretchen entered the dining room, smiling at us.

"Yo, Vanessa! Great to see you!" Vanessa's ex-boyfriend, Johnnny, swung his arm around Vanessa.
"Hi, Ferb!" Gretchen, one of Isabella's Fireside Girl Alumni, smiled at me.

I shared a pained look with Vanessa. Johnny was Vanessa's ex-boyfriend and was always trying to get back with her. As for me, I had Gretchen to watch out for. I mean, she's a great girl and all, but I don't see her like that. Besides, Buford would kill me if I tried to get with Gretchen. And Vanessa...

"Oh, Johnny! Vanessa and I were just talking about our trip to Paris! Want to come?" Mrs. Ex-Doofenshmirtz asked.
"Would I? Paris and time with Mrs. Johnny Fernandez? Sweet!" Johnny smirked at Vanessa
Vanessa rolled her eyes and groaned. "Mom, I'm twenty-seven! I have a husband! I'm not going to Paris with my ex-boyfriend from like, ten years ago!"
"But we could be something!" Johnny exclaimed.
"Yes! I could be with my husband, Ferb, and you can be on the other side of the Galaxy!" Vanessa said.

I watched them, amused, as they argued. Vanessa and I weren't really an arguing couple. On my other side where Gretchen was sitting in between my step-mom and I, I was half listening to her.

"So, uh, Ferb, I was wondering if you want to come see a motor cross event with me. N-Not because I like you or anything but because I don't have anyone else to go with..." Gretchen said.
"I'd love to go but Vanessa and I are going on a cruise for our anniversary." I politely declined.
"Oh, um, that's ok. Maybe...maybe another time?" Gretchen asked.
"You could ask Buford to go with you. You know, he's been pretty lonely since Baljeet and Ginger went on that whole world tour." I suggested.
"Buford? I...I guess...? Yea, ok, I'll ask him." Gretchen hesistated.

Score
Buford: 1
Ferb: 1

Suddenly, I turned my attention back to my teenager-like wife as she let out an ear-piercing scream. Oh, no. I've only heard that scream once and that was when Dr. Doofenshmirtz thought she was still dating Monty Monogram and tried to annihilate O.W.C.A and forgot she was working there.

"Ok! That's it! I am done! Ferb is my husband! Not Monty and most definitely not you, Johnny Fernandez! Mom, if you don't accept Ferb, then you might as well say goodbye to me because I am done with you guys not accepting us! What don't you like about Ferb?!" Vanessa shouted.
"Vanessa Ann Doofenshmirtz! Do not-"
Vanessa cut off her Mom. "Fletcher! It's Vanessa Ann Doofenshmirtz Fletcher!"
"Young lady, don't get that tone with me!" Her mom yelled.
"What don't you like about Ferb?!" Vanessa yelled back.
"Well, there's the whole age difference thing..." Dr. Doofenshmirtz piped in.
"Not now, (Heinz) (Dad)!" They shouted at him.
"But he's right, for once...A nice man your age would be perfect for you, honey." Her mom said.
"So this is it? You don't like him because he's three years younger than me?" Vanessa asked.
"He's younger so he wouldn't understand you. Johnny is your age and knows what's going on with you." Mrs. Charlene said.
"Ferb understands me better than anyone I've ever known. Would you like him better if you got to know him?" Vanessa asked, struggling not to get sarcastic again.
"He is a nice kid, Charlene." Dr. Doofenshmirtz chimed in.
"I know he's a good kid but-" Mrs. Charlene started.
"Just give him a chance, Mom. He can spend the whole day with Dad and if Dad actually enjoys his company, you'll have to accept him. I mean, Dad doesn't really like anyone..." Vanessa suggested.
"What? But I still have some evil-...um, some science labs I need to do for my students." Doofenshmirtz protested.
"Ferb can help you! Besides, you'll probable just be practicing for bowling night or something." Vanessa said.
"Ok, fine, sweetheart." He sighed.
"You're ok with this right, Ferbs?" Vanessa turned to me.

I shot her an ok signal and smiled. She sighed and then mouthed a thank you to me.

"Fine. Try your little experiment. But I still think-"
"Thanks, Mom! You won't regret it!" Vanessa smiled.

Vanessa turned to me. "Are you hungry, honey?" She asked me.
That was my cue. "Actually, I've got work tomorrow. I need to get home and sleep. Phineas and I have that meeting with Bricks Toy Company."
"Oh, yea! That's right!" Phineas exclaimed.
"Well, this was lovely but I have to get back home, too. Phineas, are you taking me home?" Isabella asked.
"Sure, Izzy!" Phineas smiled and took her hand.
"Ferb, dear. You and Vanessa barely ate. Take some leftovers, ok?" Mom handed me some containers filled with food and I took it.
"Thanks, Mom." I said.
"Let's go?" Vanessa grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly.
"Let's go." I nodded.

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"Are you sure you'll be able to handle my dad tomorrow?" Vanessa asked, when we reached our penthouse.
"I've handled more eccentric people than your dad. I'll be fine, Nessa." I said.
"Thanks for letting us leave earlier. I was really tired." Vanessa rested her head on my shoulder.
"Well, you'd do the same." I said.
"I love that system we made. I want to get out of a situation, I call you honey. And vice versa." She said.
"Why don't we call each other honey?" I asked.
"Because I like it when you call me Nessa." She laughed.
"And I like it when you call me Ferbs." I grinned.
"Good luck tomorrow." Vanessa said.

Ok sorry if this is pretty lengthy for a first chapter but this idea has been in my head for a while so yea lol also sorry if their characters are a bit weird like Ferb talks more, I mean, they are older now but mostly their characters will stay, hopefully, the same.