Michael turned the key in the door and walked inside. Placing his briefcase on the table and loosening his tie, he sighed. it had been a long day. suddenly a small brunette girl with flashing green eyes whipped around the corner, pointing a gun at his head. he waited a moment with his hands up. "Dad." the girl said, and ran into his arms. "Claire." He said, holding the young girl in his arms. Did you go get Jessica from karate?" The two turned and walked from the entrance hall and into the living room. "Yeah. Mom said she would do it, but seeing as she's been complaining about 'that damn child' for the past half hour.." "Claire!" Michael said, turning to his eldest daughter.
"What? Her words not mine!" Claire said throwing up her hands. " Besides, Dad, I'm almost thirteen! I can say curse words if I want to!" She said crossing her arms. "Yeah, okay." Michael said, ruffling his daughters hair. Claire turned and scampered up the stairs, heading towards her parents room. Suddenly, Michael felt a sharp kick in the back of the knee, and fell to the ground. Another kick in the back caused him to whip around and grab Jessica by the waist spinning her around. "Daaadd! Put me down! How'd ya know it was me?" She asked, sounding slightly disappointed. "Well, your the only nine year old I know that can take down a full grown man with her karate skills!" he said making ninja hands at her.
"Yes! It worked! Master Wright tought us how to take down our enemies today. Guess it worked, didn't it?" She said, smiling and rocking back and forth on her heels. Of all of the three Westen children (soon to be four) she looked the most like Micheal. Long, jet black hair fell across her face in slight curls, where her large baby blue eyes stared back at her dad. "Sure did. Lets go see mom." "Okay!" Jessica ran across the room and up the stairs. Michael took off his jacket and laid it across the back of the couch, taking off his tie and putting in on the coatrack. He slowly walked up the stairs and into the bedroom that he and Fiona shared. Fiona was lying in bed, with Claire on the rug, books strewn across the floor. Michaels lips curled up in a smile as he reached the bed. He leaned across the bed and gave his wife a kiss. He put a hand on her large stomach, then smiled when he felt tiny kicks. "I think it's a boy." Fiona remarked. He looked up at her. You said girl, yesterday." He answered with a small chuckle. "Well, now it's kicking way to hard to be a girl." He smiled and took of his shoes and lied down next to Fi, sighing as he did so. With Jessica now joining Claire on the rug, they were finally alone.
As much as they could be, anyway. He turned his head to Fi. "Missed you." He whispered. Michael had been gone for almost a week, leaving Fiona to handle the three Westen girls by herself. "How'd it go. Anything exiting happen?" He said, sitting up and taking off his belt. "Well," she said, sitting up. Michael helped here up and she swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "Your daughter got a two day suspension. Again." She added. Michael crossed his arms and turned to his eldest daughter. "What. That's a record I think," he said, looking at his wife for conformation before turning back to Claire. "There's only seven days of school left! What did you do this time?" He said in exasperation, putting his hands on his hips. Claire looked at the ground, ceiling, wall, anything to keep from looking her dad in the eye. "Look at me." Michael said, softer this time. Claire sighed, then caved into telling. "Well, there was this... guy." Michael raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. "Anyway," Claire said, shaking her head, "He was talking to Jessica and stuff at recess, and of course I was keeping an eye on it. So then this guy starts teasing her about being a tomboy, when Jessica suddenly starts to do her ninja moves, or whatever." She looks at her mom, then dad, then continues with the story. "Well, by the looked of it, I knew Jessica couldn't pull through, so, like the good big sister I am, I ran to my locker." She looked at her parents as if that explained everything. Upon seeing their determined faces, she started up again. "Anyway, I have extra...supplies, in my locker. So.. I got some hydrogen peroxide, you know, for cuts? Then an old salad dressing container I had saved from lunch a few days ago, and my nail file. Then I ran to the bathroom. I poured the dressing down the drain, and replaced it with the hydrogen peroxide. Then, I got some toilet paper and soaked it in the hydrogen peroxide. Then i put the lid on.I once saw the high schoolers smoking in there, so I knew there had to be matches somewhere. I swear the kindergartens could've found them. Anyway, I took that against my nail file, and lit the toilet paper. I had left a little hanging out," she explained. " then I ran outside and threw it at the eighth grader messing with Jessica." She ended her speech with triumph, and crossed her arms.
Michael looked at Claire, then Fiona, then back at Claire. "You made a fireball." It was more of a statement then a question. Claire took a deep breath, ready to defend herself, but the look in her fathers eyes stopped her. "Yeah, that would be correct." "Claire!" "I'm sorry! Dad, I had to defend Jessica." "Alright! Just don't do it again. "Deal!" Claire said. She grinned and strode out of the room. A sudden thought struck michael "Where's Samantha?" He asked cautiously. Michael and Jessica looked at each other before running tords the door. "Have you seen Bug lately?" Michael asked Jessica as they sprinted down the stairs. "Come to think of it, no." Jessica answered, picking up the pace when she put the pieces together.
Bug, the Westens big brown mutt, was nowhere in sight. The two ran tords the back door and into the back yard. There, the youngest westen stood, she had the microwave outside, and well as multiple spare wires, most of which attached to a develished looking Bug. "Samantha!" He ran over and scooped the small girl in his arms. It took Sammie a minute to realize what had just happened, but a cry of "Daddy!" and a large hug around the neck signaled that she finally had. "Hey honey! Why don't you go in and play with Jessica and Claire? Or you could talk to Mommys baby again? Il be in in just a minute" "Okay daddy." Samantha ran into the house with Jessica, who both headed back up the stairs. Michael turned to Bug. "Oh boy. I'm sorry buddy, her, let me get you untangled." Michael unwrapped the poor dog from the wires. By the looks of it, the girl had tried to electrocute the dog.
Once the microwave was in back in place, the dog taken care of and reassured, and the wires back in place, was michael finally able to go back inside. That night, as Fi and michael were talking, they started talking about kids. " I swear Sammie's the only four year old on the block who would put wires into the back of a microwave, put said wires on her dog, and turn on the microwave. I mean, we should report animal abuse." Living withfour (possibly five) girls was a hell of a job. Sometimes he felt like he and Bug were the only men on the entire planet. But hey, a spies got to do, what a spies got to do.