Okay, everybody… I want to leave the end in all of its finality, so my final AN will be up here. To all those who have stuck with this story, thank you so much! You made my first fan fiction experience such a positive one!
Thank you to all my reviewers! I cannot tell you how many times you made me smile! Especially Enula and HeroXLink; you two provided a lot of inspiration when this monster wanted to kick my butt—Enula for the long-haul, and HeroXLink recently, when my computer was being a jerk.
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I can assure you… you haven't seen the last of me. If you enjoy my PnF stories, buckle up! I'm currently in the works for something that will blow Enough clear out of the water—though it is such a massive undertaking that some time will be required. But I promise you… it's going to be big! I'm so excited about it.
As for the epilogue… I steered away from having the same perspective twice in a row, but it worked out that way since I cut some chapters. Also, this is rated T, and I tried to maintain that rating, but this is a little more suggestive than some of my previous chapters. Regardless, (*tear… this is my last time saying this for Enough*) I hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb.
I picked at the old sleeves of my Union Jack hoodie, eyeing my computer with despair. The email sat, unopened. It was taunting me. And how I desperately wanted to open it, but… boy, did I not want to open it!
With a flick of my fingers across the track pad, I minimized the window. I was met with the two smiling faces of one of my screensaver pictures—Ferb and I grinning in front of his grandpa's old garage. I eyed it for a few seconds before falling forward, resting my forehead against the edge of the table.
"God, Isabella, how will you ever survive in this business if you're too scared to open a frickin' email?" I groaned. I took a couple breaths before sitting up again and running my hands through my hair.
Another image faded onto my screen now: me laughing hysterically on Ferb's back, his expression as calm as ever—just that smirk I'd always loved and his I'm amused eyes. He'd been giving me a piggyback ride at our college's orientation, but we'd stopped with our antics just long enough for this photo to be taken. It was my favorite.
Seeing it filled me with enough cheerfulness that I opened the window up again. I clicked on the email, and braced myself for the worst. An address. Followed by a… congratulations? Oh my god…
I was going to be published! I was actually going to be published! Printed, bound, and shipped all over the world!
I bolted up from my chair, doing a dance around the kitchen table that made me happy I was the only one in the apartment right now; this amount of gleeful prancing would have been an embarrassment for someone to see from a woman of my age.
Then I heard keys in the door. I hastily threw myself back in my chair; none would be the wiser.
"Hey," Ferb called, and I heard him dump all his bags by the door. "You home?"
"Yeah," I responded, flipping my screen back to the screensaver. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.
Four faces grinned back at me this time. It was a picture taken at Candace's wedding, with the bride, Phineas, Ferb, and I posing like ridiculous secret agents. It was hard to believe that was four years ago.
Ferb entered the kitchen, and it dawned on me that my desktop was just as suspicious as my email, so I quickly changed the screen over to the story I'd been working on. Oh, I couldn't wait to tell him!
"What happened in here?" he laughed, his eyes roaming the near-hidden tabletop. He looked completely taken aback by what he saw. I looked over to what he was referring to, but I didn't think the scattered papers should have come as a surprise.
"It's the end of the month," I stated slowly. "Same time the bills always—"
"Oh, I totally spaced," he sighed, his hand flying to his forehead. "I can't believe—I'm so sorry."
"It's alright," I smiled. "I figured as much. I even got a head start for you, so you're all set up." I nodded my head toward the open stack of envelopes on the table next to me. We alternated months taking care of the paperwork. It kept the depression of paying bills from becoming too heavy.
He yawned, coming to stand next to me instead of acknowledging the work waiting for him. He leaned down onto my chair, looking at my screen over my shoulder.
"How's it coming along?"
"It's finished," I said triumphantly, turning so I could see his face. His eyebrows rose, but a smile spread across his lips.
"Just short of 600 pages, and it's only book one."
He whistled, but kissed the top of my head. "You're crazy, love. Next step is finding a publisher, right?"
"Actually… I finished this last week, and worked a couple of my old Fireside Girl connections. I got the email this morning; I've already found a publisher who loved it."
He blinked at me.
"In… in one week, you…?"
I nodded, beaming at him.
"Oh my gosh, Bella, that's amazing!" He picked me up from the chair, spinning me around in a hug, and I couldn't help but giggle.
"Well… he loved most of it. He said change the title, and I'm golden. It'll be shipping worldwide."
"Change the title? What was it before?"
"Well, I couldn't think of anything, but I needed to save the file, so I just ended up calling it Enough."
"Enough?" he laughed. "Yes, that's a pretty sad title."
"Oh thanks," I muttered dryly. "It was all I could come up with!"
"Enough. Really, you couldn't think of anything better?"
"Oh stop," I growled, but gave him a quick peck on the lips anyway. "Don't you have work to do?"
I tilted my head towards the papers again, which he glanced back at distastefully. With a sigh, he disengaged from me, reluctantly crossing over and leaning above the stack. I could see in the set of his shoulders how drained he was right now. He'd had a few too many late nights working on projects for one of his classes this week.
I tittered dramatically, rolling my eyes.
"Go!" I exclaimed, and his head shot up.
He didn't need to ask, but he did anyway; "what?"
"Go lie down. I've got you this month." I gave him one of my stern faces, and he got the message: don't argue.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Today?" I laughed, stepping over to the table and pulling out the chair. "Only a few times."
"Aw, don't say it like that," he called, making his way to the couch. "You make it sound insincere."
"Don't worry, Fletcher, I'm perfectly aware that 'insincere' isn't in your dictionary. You prefer words like… sesquipedalian, or… what was that one you used the other day? Floxa? Flaxipation?"
I smirked. "That's it."
I dug into the pile of paperwork, but after a minute, Ferb spoke again.
"So what are you going to rename it?"
"I don't know," I yawned; I'd been pulling some late nights too, pattering away on my keys, but it had been a far less intensive schedule than his. "I'm thinking that one will just have to be a problem for tomorrow."
"Oh hush," I called back, and heard him chuckle. "Speaking of carpe diem, when did you say Phineas was coming? And Candace, for that matter?"
"Candace and Amanda are coming up Tuesday because that class of mine got cancelled." Oh, yay! I'd always had a way with kids, and Amanda was the cutest little four-year-old in the world. "Phineas is next weekend. He said he has a surprise."
"Oh no," I laughed. "We just finished cleaning this place up from the last Flynnvention he showed us. Can't he test his mock-up products at Candace's?"
Even though I complained, I didn't actually mind. Whenever Phin came over, it felt like we were all kids again. Probably because he was living the life of a big kid anyway, creating and playing, but he always got things done in the end. Some things had never changed.
"What do you want me to make for dinner those nights?" he asked, and I took a moment to once again celebrate the fact that I'd managed to find a man who knew how to cook. It was glorious.
"Whatever you want; I trust your judgment." It was the answer he always got when he asked that question. I still wondered why he persisted to bother asking it, really. Then something dawned on me. "Actually, I would serve something with chicken when Candace is here."
"Well, I think your sister may be pregnant again. You know how much she craved chicken with Amanda."
I heard a yawn from the other room, followed by a drawn out, "Really? Pregnant? Did she say something?"
"No, but I think it's true. She had that… glow about her. I'd bet she'll reveal it at dinner Thursday."
"Tuesday," he corrected.
"Right." I waved my hand in acknowledgement before emptying the contents of the third envelope. Damn, this job was tedious. The second I whined about it, though, Ferb would be up trying to take the task back from me. "So you said Phin's found someone to cover your work while you're handling these project weeks, right?"
"Well, he had to amass an entire team to cover what I would usually do, but yes," Ferb replied oh so casually.
"Does it feel good to say that?" I teased. "Is your ego properly stroked?"
"Hey, I can't help the facts. They're there, in all of their veracity."
Him and those words of his…
"Veracity, Ferb? Really?"
"Well I could have used verisimilitude, but that seemed like too much."
I couldn't keep myself from smiling. In fact, I couldn't keep myself from crossing over to where he was lounged across the couch.
"Careful, babe," I purred, and his eyes snapped open, surprised to see me leaning over him. He sat up, but I put my hands on his shoulders, keeping him from standing. Instead, I came to him, crawling onto his lap and bringing my lips against his.
His arms wrapped around my torso, his hands already under my hoodie and gliding along my back. I let my fingers sprawl up the back of his neck, drawing my nails along his scalp in just the way I knew drove him crazy.
I pulled back, biting my lip coyly. "You know how I get when you start talking like that."
"I'd say we're pretty even." He brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Given how you look at me, I might not be able to control myself, either."
"Aw, but I thought you were tired."
In answer, he brought his lips to my neck, kissing from my collarbone up to my jaw. When he made it up to my ear, he murmured, "please, love, I'm never that tired."
I laughed as he began kissing farther back, shutting my eyes when he found that one spot I always liked.
"Besides," he hummed against my skin, giving me chills, "don't you have some bills to pay? They're due tomorrow."
"Oh, tossing your work in my face, huh? How is that fair?" But even so, I couldn't keep myself from kissing him again. His hands fell to my hips, his fingers ghosting along the inside of the waistband.
"You know," I breathed, arching into him, "there's plenty of time to finish the bills later. I mean… if you help me."
He smirked deviously, pulling me back to him and kissing me with a new intensity. This was a whole different level now, and I could already feel myself getting overwhelmed as a giddy feeling swept through my body.
Without warning, he stood, and I let out a little squeal. I should've known he wouldn't drop me, but I had no idea how he managed to do that without letting my legs fall from around his waist. He took my moment of surprise as an opportunity to further explore my mouth, and everything became him.
He carried me to our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him without letting our lips part for even a second. He was skilled like that. Although… we'd also had a lot of practice. That didn't hurt.
We fell back on the bed, and tops were gone within seconds. He stood up, unbuckling his belt. I just lied back and watched him; I'd let him take care of my bra and shorts when he got around to them. He removed his wallet and phone from his pocket, tossing them on our nightstand. He patted his other pocket, then froze. His face drained of color.
"Babe?" I huffed, frustrated by his distance.
He gulped, patting at all of his pockets again.
"If you're worried about what I think you're worried about, don't bother. You left it in your pocket yesterday, but I caught it before it went in the wash." He stared at me, and I smiled. "Top drawer, where you keep all your other secret things."
He watched me. He blinked. Then he crossed over to our dresser. He opened his sock drawer, shifting to the back. Really, his 'secret things' weren't all that secretive. A wrench that had belonged to his grandpa, an old photo of his biological mother, a few coins from the countries we'd visited the semester we took off together, and the like.
Although, what he was looking for now… I do suppose that was supposed to stay secret—from me, at least.
He pulled out the small, black box.
"I left it in my pants yesterday?"
"And I saved it from the evil laundry machine," I reiterated, gesturing across the room at a laundry basket full of the folded clothing I'd managed to fit in my schedule today.
He shook his head, probably unable to believe his own carelessness. "Did you look inside?"
"No," I laughed. "I wouldn't do that to you."
He nodded, putting it back where he'd found it.
"Looks like you weren't as oblivious to my hints as I thought you were, huh?" I teased, watching him shut the drawer resolutely.
"Heavens, no," he laughed too, turning to face me again. "I'm not Phineas."
I crawled to the edge of the bed, pulling him back to me. "No, you're not." I kissed him again, but it wasn't too long before I stopped to breathe, "you better finish taking your pants off. I wasn't finished with you."
He obliged, and shortly after was climbing over me wearing nothing but his boxers. He was kissing me again, and I could only think, about time. I had been going crazy without him against me. His hands traced down my sides as he shifted his lips down my jaw and to my neck. His fingers played with the fabric at my waist. I was aching for it to be gone.
He started to tug it down, only to stop.
"You know… now that I know you know, I'm going to drive you absolutely crazy," he spoke into my ear, and my eyes snapped open. I let go of the breath I'd been holding at his touch, and he pulled back enough so I could look into his eyes, hovering tantalizingly too far above my own.
"I'm going to go out of my way to make sure you never know when it's coming. There'll be a big, fancy dinner, and it'll be to tell you there was a paper jam at work. I'll create some teleportation hovercraft and fly you over Paris, and it'll be to tell you I got an A on one of my projects."
I gaped at him. "You wouldn't…"
"You found out about the ring, love. The least I can do is make sure you're surprised when you see it."
"That… is so evil," I gasped. He smiled down at me, his hand moving to trace my collarbone up around my shoulder. My eyes closed of their own will, and my breath caught. "Oh, you are so lucky I want you right now, or we'd have words. Serious words."
"And here I thought you liked my words. I thought you liked when I became loquacious. Or was I—"
I pulled his lips to mine again, and this time I wouldn't let him escape. He didn't seem to mind, though. Not in the slightest.
For perhaps the thousandth time, I marveled at how life worked out. It was twisting, and twirling, and derailing of even the most carefully placed plans. Blueprints that jumped off a page and invented themselves into something new.
There'd been so many complications and conflicts. Bills that were due. Student loans, and future jobs, and rainy days. Tears and angry explosions. Pregnancy scares, and break-ins, and fights that were temptations to give up.
But there were also countless impossibilities. Unyielding wonder. A life built on improbability, but where one thing never changed—we had each other.
In the end, that would always be enough.