Anytime Foster I'm Always Here

A/N: "Gitchee Gitchee Goo" Phineas and Ferb

*Keefe 4yrs, Sophie 3yrs* *An adorable glimpse into their childhood years*

Sophie's POV: 

Since the day I found the cute little boy in the park, I knew he was my best friend. He had big blue eyes, messy blond hair, and a laugh that made everything feel warmer. We're together practically every day. His home is awful, which is why he's always at mine. I don't think his parents even notice he's gone.

But I do. I always notice.

Right now, Keefe and I have set up a fort in my room, snuggled under blankets, with flashlights clipped to the sides and pillows piled high like castle walls. We're watching one of our favorite shows—Phineas and Ferb—on my old boxy TV.

We both love it.

"MOM! Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!" we shout together, voices high and excited.

We share an adorable giggle that makes my chest feel all floaty and warm.

"We knows dis show so well, Foster," Keefe says in his cute four-year-old voice.

(AWWWW. 😊)

"Yep, we do," I reply, nudging his shoulder with mine.

These are the moments I love most—just us, sitting together, watching our favorite show, wrapped up in each other's little world. No loud yelling, no scary shadows. Just comfort. Safety. Friendship.

He leans his head on my shoulder. "Hey, where's Perry?"

We both giggle again, because that line never gets old.

Sophie (5 years), Keefe (6 years)

"WEEEEEEEE!" I scream as we sled down the big hill behind my house, the wind freezing my cheeks and making my eyes tear up from how fast we're going.

Keefe's right behind me, holding onto my coat because we're using the same sled. We zoom down like lightning—until the sled tips over, and we tumble into a heap at the bottom.

"Hehe, whoopsie! That was fun. Let's go again, Foster!" Keefe says, already bouncing back up with snow stuck to his eyebrows.

"Okay! But we should race each other this time," I say with a giggle.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

We each grab a sled and charge back up the hill, slipping and sliding, laughing so much we fall over halfway up and have to start again.

Finally, at the top, we plop onto our sleds.

"Ready? On your mark, get set—go!"

We both take off, racing down at full speed. Maybe too fast.

Keefe suddenly flies off his sled, somersaulting in the snow.

"KEEFE!" I call—but then I burst into giggles because he pops up like a snow zombie, waving his arms around.

I get distracted and—bam! I tumble off my sled, too.

Now we're both lying in the snow at the bottom of the hill, laughing so hard we can't breathe.

"That was funny, Foster! We turned into snowmans," Keefe says, his nose bright red.

I try to stand but fall over again. "We are snowmans!"

We finally get up, brushing ourselves off.

"Come on, let's go get some hot chocolate and warm up," I say.