"Chloe are you even listening to me?"
The brunette girl quickly nodded her head, looking up to her mother that stood before her. "Yes I am, I promise."
Emily let out a sigh, rubbing her fingers over the slightl wrinkles in her forehead. "Do you understand how bad this is?" Her eyes hardened on her daughter. "You and Morgan suspended?"
"I told her not to follow me, mom!"
"Chloe Elizabeth!" Emily shook her head. "This is not ok. You pushed another child."
The brown eyed girl looked wide-eyed to her mother. "Morgan did too, mom!"
Emily glared at the ten year old. "She's five, Chloe. She did what you did because she looks up to you."
Chloe gave a pout. "He pushed me first, ya' know."
The mother of three took her hands from her hips and crossed her arms over her ample breasts. "You don't get it. That boy could have gotten seriously hurt."
Chloe looked up to her mother. "I'm sorry."
"No television or Rini's house. Two weeks."
The ten year old frowned, crossing her arms. "Whatever."
Emily's dark eyes rolled at the sound of her daughter's huff before looking to her youngest. "Morgan, no toys for a couple days. You got me?"
The mini Snow White nodded her head, munching on an apple slice. "'Kay mommy."
Before the forty year old had the chance to speak again she heard the front door open. "Chlo you watch Morgie for me, ok? I need to go speak with your father."
"Mmhmm."
Emily quickly took off her heels and made her way into the kitchen, finding her husband setting down his briefcase on the kitchen counter. "Hey," she sighed. "You sure got here a lot faster than I thought you would."
Hotch looked to the younger woman. "She actually pushed a child?"
The brunette sucked her lips between her teeth, nodding her head. "I got the story from Chloe, her teacher and the other student. They were waiting for the swings and when Chlo got on the other child's favorite one, he pushed her off. She then got up and followed him to the slide and pushed him, and Morgan joined in and hit him on the back."
Hotch felt his mind race as he was hit with the information. His little girls? "What did you do?"
"Chloe lost TV privileges for two weeks and Morgan can't use her toys for a couple of days." She bit her lip. "They both know not to do it again."
The older man nodded in agreement, knowing his princess' had to be punished. "How long are they suspended?"
Emily looked to her husband. "Three days."
"For pushing? In elementary school?"
"Yup," the brunette nodded.
Hotch ran a hand down his face, hearing his youngest child laugh along with Chloe only a room away. "She's never hit before."
Emily gave a small shrug, taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around her husband's waist and setting her chin to his strong shoulder. "She's going through a phase, Aaron. Jack tried to fight once or twice, remember?"
The older man tried not to chuckle. "He tried to hit Reid, Emily. He didn't even do that much damage."
Emily grinned into her husband's warm neck. "I know, surprising right? Our little Jack was pretty tough at eight years old." She pressed a kiss to the older man's skin before pulling away and patting his chest. "Do you want any tea or coffee? Something? I need something to calm me," she huffed.
"Sounds good."
Taking two mugs from the cupboard, she nodded to her husband. "I'm gonna go and ask the girls if they want some milk." She set down the cups and started towards the living room when a crash made her pause, her eyes widening. "Girls?"
"Mommy!"
Both Emily and Hotch went running to the living room, their hearts stopping at the sight of their little girl on the ground.
Chloe looked to her parents with scared eyes. "I didn't do anything!" Her face reddened as her pants grew louder. "She just fell down."
Emily rushed over to her youngest and dropped to her knees, picking up the spasming girl in her arms. "Baby? Morgan can you hear me?" Tears gathered in her eyes as she watched her daughter's eyes roll back. "Morgan?"
Hotch ran over to the wall and grabbed the phone. "It's a seizure; she's having a seizure, Em."
The brunette woman let out a cry as she tapped at her little girl's cheeks, rocking her youngest one as she heard her husband's voice and Chloe's cries in the background. "Come on Morgie, come back to mommy, sweetie." She held the brunette close to her, her heart wrenching as Morgan wracked in her hold. "Tell me what to do. Please," she sobbed, "just tell me what to do."