"Alright Sophie, I want you to go in and take a shower. You smell." Myka tells her daughter as the odd family walks into the house.
"It's the smell of adventure Mom! Adventure!" Sophie replies as she runs up the steps to the room she shares with Claire. Helena and Myka follow their daughter to make sure she actually does what she's supposed to, and not become sidetracked reading as usual.
"I don't smell like adventure, do I Mommy?" Claire asks Claudia, her brown eyes wide and head cocked to the side.
Claudia laughs and picks her up, "Nah, but it does look like a fudge pop melted on you again so off to the showers for you too. But first your momma and I want to talk to you munchkin."
Claire scrunches up her nose, looking like Claudia very much in that instant, but allows herself to be carried off to the kitchen with her parents. The kitchen was 'their' place in the Inn, it was where they went to discuss things or just to have family time. For the Bering-Wells, or Wells-Bering depending on who you asked, it was the study that had been turned into a library. You could one or all the members of the small family in there at any time.
Leena starts off slowly looking at her daughter, "You're mommy and I don't really know what to say about this because we never thought you'd get in a fight, that's more Sophie's area." The woman trails off and looks at her wife for help to finish her statement.
"It's only her area because she's the only person to stick up to me. Everything she does is because someone was being mean to me. Sophie doesn't like being in trouble, well maybe, but she's only trying to be my bestest friend ever!" Claire explains in a clear loud voice, which was something the average person didn't hear on the regular day.
"Which we appreciate, really, but you're so small honey. Maybe you should leave the fighting to her?" Claudia suggests.
"And let her get beat up! That would be hor-rr-ible!" Claire looks at Claudia as if she had two heads, which the girl had seen before but it still surprised her when Uncle Pete did it, and tears start to leak from her eyes.
"Of course not sweetie, you're Mommy didn't me that." Leena throws Claudia a pointed glare, "I think she just means that Sophie would hate for anything to happen to you. She likes protecting you, and if anything ever happened she would think it was your fault. So if you see a fight, go run and get the teacher." Leena clarifies with a small smile.
Claire nods her head in agreement and says, "Okay," while in her head she thinks off all things she could do to so that she could help Sophie.
"Go grab a shower kiddo." Claire runs out of the kitchen to her happily awaiting shower, unlike most children she hated being dirty.
"I'm done with my shower Mummy, can you brush my hair now?" It had become a ritual of sorts for HG to brush her child's hair as they talked, or as Myka read them a book.
"Yes, bring the brush and if you want your mother to put ribbons in your hair bring those too. We're having a talk in the library." Helena tells her daughter as she intercepted Sophie in the hallway. Sophie sighs but gathers her supplies and makes her way to the library.
Spring wasn't there yet so Helena had started a fire to keep the room warm. Myka was already in the room with tea being poured into the cups. Sophie, who can never resist tea, happily takes a seat next to her Mom as she sets down the things for her hair.
"Since all of us hate procrastinating let's get straight down to it. Sophie, today you were in a fight at school. Your mother and I are going to give you a chance to explain yourself before we make any decisions about punishment." Helena says as she begins to brush her daughter's hair.
"Yes Mum, today I was in a fight. I hadn't planned on getting in a fight today, but it was something that could not be helped. As soon as one of the boys pushed Claire it was over; I knew that someone was going down and it wouldn't be me." Sophie admits with defiance laced in her words, she grabs one of Myka's Twizlers from the table and bites down on it. Helena looks over her daughters head and into her wife's eyes with a smirk.
"Is that all you're going to say?" Myka asks as she to grabs a Twizler.
"Well," Sophie looks at her moms and puts down the Twizler, "that and I could have more damage if I wanted to. But I did the humane thing and only used a fourth of my power. And, I tried to use my words to defuse the situation, as you taught, and I even counted to fifteen in my head! But then they threw her puzzle book in the mud and pushed her! I just, snapped. Which is bad, yes, so I'll understand if I get a harsh punishment for my actions." Myka and Helena weren't sure if that they were more shocked that Sophie had said all of this in one breath, or that their daughter sounded more like them than ever.
"My baby is growing up." Myka murmurs as she reaches to hug Sophie. "Baby I'm so proud of you."
"We weren't going to punish you in the first place, we were ever so proud of you for sticking up for Claire. However, this little stunt has shown us how much you have grown up. You're not out little girl anymore." Helena whispers sadly as she joins the hug from the back.
"I'm still you're little girl. I love you guys." Sophie admits into her mom's neck since they were still in their group hug.
The room was quiet as the family soaked up the love in the room. They just sat there relishing in the peacefulness and love that floated through the room. The only thing you could hear was the creaking of old wood; someone must be going down the stairs, and the soft humming noise that came whenever someone was taking a shoewer.
At least, it was like that until Myka chides Sophie, "You can't go around calling people Yankees."
