(A/N) Hey guys! This is my first Phineas and Ferb fan fiction. I am soo excited to get this published. Sorry for any errors and I apologize for the shortness; I was in a rush to get this published haha. This is gonna be a great story and I encourage you all to fav and review! Much love 3!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I can't lay claim to Phineas and Ferb and all related stuff.

Linda's POV

"Wow," I breathed.

The time had just seemed to fly by. It only seemed like yesterday that Phineas and Ferb had gone off to college, just mere minutes since Candace had gone off with Jeremy on her honeymoon. Had it really been… ten years?

And now they were all coming back. Phineas and Ferb. Isabella. Candace, Jeremy, Buford and Baljeet. The whole gang. Coming over to our house. One last time.

"Is the dessert ready, Lawrence?"

He was making his famous rhubarb crème brulee. My favorite.

And with that, all the memories of the times his adorable British self made those sweet little desserts, holding that blowtorch, came back to me. The memories of him working in the kitchen.

All that would be gone.

It was strange, after all these years, we were selling the house. Since Lawrence and I were getting older, it made sense to move on. But it was still sad.

The house had sold last week to some gentleman. We hadn't met the new buyer, but our bank assured us everything was good to go. Thus, everyone was coming back to town. Partially to celebrate a new chapter of our life, but also to say goodbye to a host of memories.

Everyone was coming over for dinner this evening, and so Lawrence and I were getting ready. I stood near the front door glancing expectantly out the nearest window.

A black and yellow car pulled into the driveway.

"Ferb," I said to myself. "Right on time."

His wife, Vanessa, had come to Danville with him, but she was visiting her father tonight and wouldn't be joining us for dinner.

The doorbell rang. I jumped a little in excitement and opened the door.

"Ferb! How wonderful it is to see you! How are you doing?," I asked.

Ferb gave me a look, as if to say Fine, thank you. I'm glad to be back here. He never talked much, but as a mother, I could pick up a large amount of his nonverbal cues.

He was wearing a purple shirt with a black blazer and dress pants. After greeting Lawrence, he walked into the living room and started looking around.

I was about to go into the kitchen and see if I could be of any assistance to Lawrence when I heard another car pull into our driveway. It was a bright orange car, custom made. Out of the driver's seat hopped Isabella and a few seconds later, Phineas popped out of the car.

They entered the house as well.

"Hey Mom!," Phineas exclaimed when he saw me.

"Hi yourself, honey," I said while planting an affectionate kiss on his dark red hair.

"Hi Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher!," Isabella greeted while coming to the house.

Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher. While I loved Isabella, I would have preferred to have her call me Mom. Poor dear. She had waited years to get together with Phineas. And finally they did. They were dating, but Phineas had never popped the question. Since he was finally home, perhaps I could nudge him to get to work on that.

"I wanted to take the minivan, but Phineas insisted on bringing his new invention," Isabella said while rolling her eyes but smiling all the same.

"It's a Flynnvention, Isabella," Phineas said, chuckling. "And it's really cool."

"Ferb's in the living room. Go on and talk to him. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be in the backyard if you need me," I said in a singsong voice.

I was in a good mood. My boys were back in town.

I heard them talking as I exited the room

"Wow. All these memories. Remember how we built that roller coaster? And that giant drop of water? And that restaurant?," Phineas asked excitedly.

Isabella nodded.

Ferb blinked.

I smiled.

"My boys still have an active imagination," I said to myself.