I do not own Phineas and Ferb. All rights do to Povenmire and Swampy.

I thought of this idea when thinking of Ferb's biological mother. This is a completely different wife compared to my other story, so don't get confused.

Anyway, enjoy. This story is in Lawrence's POV, just to be clear.


Patty Bells. We met when I attended Camford on Oxbury. She was this gorgeous lovely lady with shocking green hair, and the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life. Every time she would walk past me in the hall, I would shiver as I caught her scent, even for a split moment. Bloody hell, you can bet all the money in the world that I was in love with her.

We both started uni in the same year, but she was 2 years younger than me at 16. Patty had skipped the 7th and 8th grades and moved onto high school 2 years earlier than she should have, but to me, that was incredibly impressive. But that didn't sugarcoat her rough life up until that point. Her father never cared for her and abandoned her and her mother when she was just 4 years of age. Thankfully, I know that talking about her father was something I should always avoid because even a slight mention of him would wound Patty's heart. She was bullied a lot too for being a 'nerd', and her mother had to struggle day in and day out to pay those bloody bills and put the food on the table. Patty was lucky to have obtained a full scholarship to the school, otherwise, she would have been forced to work to help out her mother.

Despite this, she was often a quiet young lady. She only spoke when she needed to, and when she did, it was such a way with words.

We were both into Love Handel, back when the band members were just a teenage boy band. She was just an outgoing person who would make the most of every day. She excelled in college and our freshman year was nothing short of laughs and we became close chums. It was until the summer after our freshman year when I asked her the questions that were on the top of my head for a while.

"Patty, love, may you be my sweetheart?"

Patty squealed and flung herself into my arms. We tied the knot and ever since we were almost inseparable. I would drive her to classes and on dates. After the first semester of our sophomore year, I had to introduce her to my parents.

My mum quickly fell in love with Patty from the moment I brought my girlfriend to my childhood home. My mother would comment on how to think Patty was and was constantly stuff her with whatever cuisine she made.

My father was a talkative old folk. Patty just sat there awkwardly not knowing what to bloody say as my father rambled on about questions and what she plans on doing with her life. Although Patty didn't talk much, she revealed that music was her escape from her upbringing, and she dreamed of owning a shop selling merchandise. From that point moving forward, I vowed to help her achieve her dream of owning a shop.

Throughout college, I worked and saved up enough money for a dream wedding in the near future, and what better woman would I wish to spend the rest of my dear life with than Patty.

I proposed to her at graduation. My old pal Ignatius helped prepare the proposal. He escorted Patty to an open field next to the ceremony, where I stood with my other friends behind me, singing a melody from Love Handel's hit "You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart".

I went down on one knee and Patty was already in tears as I spoke.

"Will you marry me?"

She sobbed as she flung her arms around my neck. We hugged as the crowd around us applauded.

In a matter of months, the wedding ceremony had occurred. I bought a tux for me and my pals, invited them and my family, as well as Patty's mother. After a Love Handel rendition, a couple of "I do's", Patty and I were officially Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher.

We lived in Manchester for a while. Patty worked as a PR Specialist for an Antique Business, while I myself worked at an Antique Shop for an old friend of mine. My new wife and I settled in a snazzy apartment and everything was going so well. I was happy, Patty was happy, and our friends were happy for us. We were living a beautiful life for a few years until Patty broke the news to me that sent me to a joyous frenzy: she was pregnant.

I was the happiest person in the world. My heart was filled were so much joy I thought it would have burst by the time Ferb was born. Besides the green hair, it felt as if he was an exact replica of me. He had my dark-blue eyes and shaped head. I did do my research on genetics, so I am guessing Ferb having a huge nose has something to do with my father.

We were a happy family for a while. I was promoted at work and managed to make enough money to afford a bigger house in the outskirts of London. While Patty took time off work for maternity leave, I worked overtime to give my wife and son the best possible life they could imagine. Would I have known my life would take a drastic U-turn in just a matter of months?

Patty began to suffer from mood swings. One moment she was relaxed, the next moment she was anxious and stressed out. Ferb, despite being a baby, wasn't making it any easier for his mother. The crying in the middle of the night would drive Patty through the roof, so I would always offer to calm Ferb down just so that she could get some rest.

Not only was she anxious, but Patty was also getting bored of this suburban life. She wanted to live in the outside world and become a star, not an advertiser for some small business. She persuaded me and asked if we could go on a trip, but Ferb was much too young to go anywhere outside the city yet.

That made Patty mad. The arguments began to rise, mostly on what we needed, and what Patty wanted. After a while, I caved in and allowed her to go on a trip by herself while I took care of Ferb. For the first time in months, she jumped in joy and hugged me, which considering what had transpired, was satisfying to see my own wife happy again.

Patty would take off occasionally. She would explore places like France, Italy, Africa, Australia...you name it. She would always return home with a huge smile on her face, which I was always happy to see. But Ferb was 2 years of age, he realized how often his mother would be gone, and he would often miss her, so I had to take the responsibility of comforting him as best as I could. Soon, we became inseparable. Ferb was like my sidekick. My chum. My old chap. I was the happiest father in the world.

But there was a problem, I realized that Patty was taking too much time off of work, and she wasn't using any of HER money to fund her trips. So something was definitely fishy. I didn't dare question it until I checked the mail and found a termination letter from Patty's boss.

Needless to say, I was bloody angry! I stormed into the house to give Patty a good tongue-lashing, but then what I saw next stunned me.

Patty in our living room, laughing, with...another man.

(Stay tuned for Part 2)