After School Activities

A/N: Hi everyone. I've decided to start a series of Gallagher Girl one shots, all in the universe (as in GG5 & 6 happened). This first one is a future one-shot, involving Cammie's and Zach's kids.

PLEASE READ: i have a few ideas for another one shot, but I'm not sure which one to do. Here are the options: Cam giving a tour to the president's daughter (so Macey would be involved), Cam & Zach working in the White House (more interesting than it sounds, promise), or Cam & Zach at their kids school for a celebration. PM me or leave your preference in a review. (Oh and sorry for putting this note at the top it's just that I'm not sure if it would get read if it was at the bottom).

Cammie's POV, Friday night

"Got you, Zachary!" I shouted, throwing a punch to Zach's gut.

"That's what you think, Gallagher Girl," Zach retorted, grabbing my hand before it could make contact with him.

"I wouldn't be so cocky, Blackthorne Boy," I said, grabbing him with my other arm and pinching just the right nerve to make him let go, then flipping him over.

"Nice move Cam," Zach stated, sweeping his leg out and knocking me off my feet, causing me to land on top of him.

"Mommy, Daddy. Someone is here to see you!" Our five year old daughter, Morgan, came in yelling, quickly followed by her twin brother, Matthew. Zach and I quickly got up off the ground

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Come see." Matthew said.

"First things first: where are they right now?" Zach asked.

"The front hall."

"And nothing is showing that shouldn't be showing?" I questioned.

"Yes sir Yes ma'am." Morgan and Matthew saluted us, and then collapsed into a giggle fit.

Zach tossed me a towel and my water bottle, and I grabbed my sweatshirt and we all headed to meet our guest.

We walked into the front hall and saw Mrs. Peabody, our children's kindergarten teacher, standing there.

"Mrs. Peabody, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Goode, I'm sorry to drop in like this, it's just there are some pressing matters that I needed to discuss with you face to face."

"Oh, it's no problem at all. Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"A glass of water would be lovely, thank you."

"Would you like ice?"

"Please."

"Please have a seat." Zach urged her, as I went into the kitchen to get water.

"Thank you. You have a lovely home."

"Thank you. But we can't take any of the credit. Cammie's friend designed it."

"What's her name? My husband and I have been looking to redo our living room."

"She's actually not a designer, it's just a little hobby of hers. Though she actually has helped decorate the White House's private residence." I answered for Zach, as I walked back into the living room.

"Kids, why don't you go up to your rooms. And stay there."

"Yes mommy," they answered in unison, and scrambled off.

"And no eavesdropping," Zach called after them. "If you do, we're taking away your toys for a week."

"Yes daddy," they called back.

"So, Mrs. Peabody, what brings you here?" I asked, getting us back on track.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Goode, there are some things that Morgan and Matthew have said and done in class that have been a bit…well, odd."

Zach and I shot each other a quick look. We were both thinking the same thing, Well, this can't be good.

"What kinds of things?" Zach cautiously asked.

"Well, the other day in class, I had each of the kids talk about what their families like to do together, and your children mentioned that you two fight, a lot. Physically."

"I see. Do you recall their wording?" Zach asked

"Well, it was something along the lines of mommy and daddy hit each other."

"I see," I echoed Zach. "So, you felt that you needed to come to our house and, well, check up on us?"

"Well, in a sense, I guess, yes. I know that it must seem like a great invasion of privacy and it's not any of my business. It's just that, I care deeply about my students, and well…" she trailed off.

"I understand. But I assure you, it's not what you think. We are both trained in martial arts and self defense, and we like to practice." I said.

"I see," Mrs. Peabody said, but I could still see the doubt in her eyes.

"Is there something else Mrs. Peabody?" Zach asked, his voice slightly cold.

"Well, I'm afraid your skills have influenced your children. Another student teased Morgan during recess today, and she, well, hit him."

"Ok. Well, we will be having a very firm talk with Morgan later. Thank you for letting us know."

"Thank you." Mrs. Peabody said goodbye and walked to the door and left. Once we were sure she was gone, Zach and I walked up to Morgan's room.

"Morgan Abigail Goode, we're coming in." We walked in to Morgan's room to find her sitting on her bed reading Nancy Drew.

"Yes?"

I crouched down to her level. "Did you hit a classmate at recess today?"

"Yes, but he was being mean."

"That may be, but you aren't allowed to hit civilians, okay?"

"Okay mommy."

"Now that's over it, good job for defending yourself. Did you really hurt him?" Zach asked.

Morgan nodded.

"Good girl."

"No, not a good girl. What you did was wrong. Don't hurt innocent civilians unless you absolutely have to. And apologize at school Monday, ok?" I counteracted.

She nodded.

"Now go get your brother." Morgan ran out of the room and I leveled a quick glare at Zach. "Don't do that, she shouldn't be hitting civilians and you know it."

Morgan returned, Matthew in tow.

"Did you two tell your teacher we like to fight at home?" Zach questioned.

"No, we said you like to practice fighting." Matthew said.

"Well your teacher thought you meant fighting with each other, and hurting each other. Do you know why that's bad?"

"Because people will think you hurt each other and mommies and daddies aren't supposed to do that?" Matthew answered.

"Correct. Now, next time someone asks you what mommy and daddy like to do, say ride bikes or read to you or something like that. Ok?"

The twins nodded.

"Good. Now go play or something."