Happy Mother's day to all the mom's out there. This is just a fun little fic I put together for Mother's day. This is a two chapter fic. I hope you all enjoy it. This fic is set 16 years after the final battle for Corinth.

Sadly I don't own Power Rangers, but this plot is all mine along with the OC's.

Editing Note: 6/14/2012- I decided to give Dillon a different last name. It's never sat right with me that Dillon would take the last name of his wife. So I chose another for him.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new. ~Rajneesh

Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. ~T. DeWitt Talmage

"Mackenzie April Stryder! I did not say you could leave the room!"

Slam!

Dillon sank down in the big easy chair and rested his head in his hands. He sighed loudly.

Summer ran into the room and looked at her husband. "Dillon what is going on? Please tell me this isn't about that Matthews boy again! I thought we agreed to let her make her own choices...you know, her need to make mistakes so she can learn from them?"

Dillon looked up at his wife who knelt in front of him. "Summer, I don't trust that boy to respect our girl. There's just something about him that bothers me. I can't put my finger on it. But I know its there. This just doesn't sit right with me."

Summer reached out and gently stroked her lover's cheek. He sighed and leaned into her caress. "Dillon, I think you're just afraid of losing your baby girl...you don't want to see that she's grow...ing up." Summer corrected herself at his glare. "She may grow up and get married some day but its not this day. She's only a junior. We have a few more years left before any of that happens. It's only Prom."

"I'm fine with the prom. It's the after party I'm worried about. You know just like I do, that most of the kids going to prom are planning to have sex afterward. I just don't want my baby to be anywhere near that. If he lays one hand on her, I'll kill him."

Summer chuckled at him. "They're going to dance, Honey. Hands are involved in dancing."

Dillon sighed, got up from his chair and headed to the garage. His shoulders were slumped in defeat.

Summer watched him leave. She couldn't help but smile after him. She'd known for years that this was inevitable. Her baby girl was growing up and trying out her wings...and her father's patience.

Summer walked in the master bedroom and looked around. in the corner sat the rocking chair that had been a gift from Dr. K...or as she was known now, Krista. (she'd named herself after the war. Ziggy had helped her pick it out.)

Sitting in the chair she closed her eyes and began slowly rocking back and forth. Both her daughter and husband, needed time to calm down so they could talk rationally.

And so she sat and rocked.

As she did, her mind wandered back to the last 16 years. Back to the day of her birth.

Summer, lay back in the bed inhaling lung fulls of air. Dillon kissed her lips and murmered. "I love you Princess. I knew you could do it."

Summer yawned and stroked his cheek. "I love you too. Are they okay?"

Dillon looked up as the nurses handed over the pink bundle and then the blue. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Stryder. You've got two very healthy babies."

Summer felt a radient joy within her when she was handed her son, DJ. He was a mirror image of her, with the same blonde hair and brown eyes. He was just beautiful...and very vocal. She gently used a finger to card his hair and he grabbed her finger in a tight grip. She laughed. He'd inherited his father's strength, that was for sure. But everything else was her.

"What names have you picked for them?" asked the nurse. Dillon Andrew Stryder Jr. Or DJ. for short.

And then she looked up at her husband who was thoroughly entranced by his little girl. "Her name is McKenzie April Stryder. And Scott owes me another 50 bucks."

"For what?" she'd wandered.

She hadn't found out till the next week about the bets. Dillon had broken several speed limits as they rushed to the hospital. At the time, she'd thought him possessed. He'd driven as if the grinders were on his tail. They'd made it in record time. 3 minutes and 50 seconds to be exact.

Later on she found out from Gemma (who'd been the holder of the money) that Scott had made a bet with Dillon that he couldn't make it to the hospital in under 5 minutes. That hundred bucks he'd made went straight into their kid's college fund.

Dillon wasn't happy with the idea as he wanted to use the money to upgrade his car...but she'd insisted that since he risked her life and that of their children, the money should go to the fund.

After the birth, he'd caved in and agreed. She'd also found out from Gemma that the extra 50 bucks said that his daughter would look just like him. So that hundred and fifty dollars was the first of the money to go into the kids' account.

Summer smirked as she stopped rocking and looked down at the pale green armrests. There were a lot of good memories made in this rocking chair. Many nights rocking their twins.

In just a few short years, both of the twins would be going to college in Corinth along with the other kids and most unfortunately, Riley Winchester...the spoiled son of Chaz Winchester...and Bree, her ex best friend.

DJ, their son spent nearly all the time in the garage with his father and uncles working to build his own motorcycle. Something he'd gotten from her...the love of speed on two wheels. He had her personality as well. Not the brooding bad girl attitude his sister had, but her no non-sense and tough-guy attitude. He didn't take crap from anyone.

Mackenzie on the other hand, took after father. Many afternoons were spent in dirty overalls in the garage sitting on a wooden stool handing her father tool after tool. It was how she'd learned most of her math. She'd memorized all the different sizes before she learned addition and subtraction. She'd breezed through fractions in a way that amazed all her teachers.

By the time she hit puberty she'd been able to assemble the engine from an old Crysler in under 10 minutes and could also rotate her own tires fast enough to rival the old Nascar pit crew in the old time Pre-Venjix days. She loved cars and had her father's reckless driving skills. Hell, he'd been the one to teach her how to drive in the first place. She was hell on wheels.

Then she'd discovered how 'pretty' boys were.

That's when the current Father/daughter conflict began. Prom had something to do with it too.

The resident bad boy had caught her eye, Chase Matthews. She'd heard enough about him from her daughter. She could write a 50 page essay with all she knew of him.

From what she'd heard, he reminded her strongly of Dillon, minus his major disrespect of anyone in authority. And that she knew was the reason why the both of them had hotly contested their baby girl going anywhere near him.

If he didn't respect the teachers and principle, there was little chance he'd respect their daughter. And that was the deal breaker.

But then again, Dillon had been the bad boy...could it be that tough guy exterior was just a mask, hiding his real personality? Hmmm. That was something to investigate...

Sighing, Summer looked at the clock. it'd been a good 10 minutes since the fight...it was time to go check on her daughter and maybe foster a truce.

Getting up, she took a deep breath and knocked on her daughter's door. "Sweetheart, its Mom. Can I come in?"

She only heard a muffled reply, so she walked in and fought back a chuckle at the sight. McKinzie lay sprawled face down on her black comforter with her face in a pillow.

Dillon had been the same way when they first got married. Many nights she'd had to get up, reposition her husband so she could sleep comfortably...somehow, the next morning he'd still be half way on top of her. Always with an arm secured around her waist.

Walking over to her daughter's bed, she sat next to the pillow and rubbed a gentle circle on her back.

"I can't talk to you with your head in the pillow, sweetheart. Why not sit up and lets talk this out."

"Dad's ruining my life! He won't listen to me about Chase. He's never even met him!"

Summer fought back a grin. The hormones it seemed were running rampant with angst. "Kenzie. I wish you could see this from my point of view. Your father just wants you to be safe and happy."

"Then what's he got against Chase? He's not such a bad guy."

Summer carded through her daughter's silky brown locks. "I know you'll never see it this way, but your father is alot like Chase. When we first met, he was the resident bad boy. Within minutes of him and uncle Ziggy reaching the city, they were both arrested and thrown in a detention cell. He was surly and sarcastic with the Colonel and by night time, he'd been in his first prison fight. He redeemed himself by the end of the war, but when he sees Chase, he sees himself."

She handed her daughter a tissue.

"And that's what scares him. He regrets the way he acted when we first met, and that's why he doesn't trust the current bad boy. We don't know if he will treat you with the respect you deserve. Chase has been involved in many school fights since the semester first began.

"He was fighting for me. Some guys were talking bad about me in the locker room, he was defending my honor and he's always carrying my books to class and opens doors for me and mom, he hot wired my speakers when they went out last week and he replaced windshield wipers for me last week. Please mom, can you talk to daddy for me. I really want to go to the prom with Chase...Please?"

Summer held back a chuckle. "Wow, he hot-wired your speakers...that's pretty serious stuff. Okay you go take a shower and I'll go talk to your father."

With those words she hugged her daughter and kissed her forehead before getting up and headed to the garage.

This is the first half of this Mother/Father's day fic. What do you think of all this? Non-flamitory reviews are welcomed!