A/N: I just wondered how the show would be if Johnny was married too. This story started from that plot bunny.

A/N: I own nothing. Also, I've only seen the original and Cobra Kai, so things that happened in Part 2 and 3 won't be in this fic unless shown in Cobra Kai. Also, I tried to keep this Teen rated, but if you think I need to make it mature, just let me know.

Chapter 6

"Oh my goodness! It's one of those totally hot Cobra Kai guys," Kayla feigned excitement, leaning against the office door. "Think he'll go out with me?"
"That depends. Do you put out?" Johnny looked up from his desk and grinned, trying not to laugh. "What are you wearing?"

"It's Halloween," Kayla laughed. She was wearing a cheerleader uniform complete with knee socks and a bow in her hair. "We're having a costume party for the kids in the hospital. Don't I look cute?"

"You look like a felony," he laughed. "You're going to work like that?"

"Hell yeah," she smiled. "This is my cheer uniform from senior year and it fits me. Hell yeah, I'm wearing it."

"Damn. Where was I your senior year?" He asked, going over to her and putting his arms around her waist.

"Still too old for me," she answered. "Bobby would have kicked your ass."

"Bobby couldn't kick my ass. I have the trophies to prove it," he smiled.

"With the right motivation, he could have kick your ass ten ways to Sunday," she laughed, then sobered. "I miss him."

"I do too," Johnny admitted. "He would love this place."

"Yeah, he would have," she agreed, looking sad.

"And he probably would have kicked my ass by now. Maybe not for dating you, but definitely for some of the other shit I've done," he said. He pushed her chin up and kissed her.

"No use, Sensei," Miguel said, coming out of the bathroom. "Nothing can be done to make 'Poor Man' look less pathe...," He faded off. "Oh, sorry, Sensei." He turned away.

"It's okay, Miguel," Kayla said, stepping back from Johnny.

"Mrs. Kayla?" Miguel's eyes grew wide as he looked at her.

"I'm going to ignore his surprise that it's me you were kissing," she said, looking at Johnny.

"It's the outfit," Johnny replied, rolling his eyes. "Not the girl."

"Uh.., yeah," Miguel agreed. "It's just...," He looked at her again. "I've never..., I mean...,."

"Stop before you hurt yourself," Johnny told him, holding up his hand.

"Yes, Sensei," Miguel said, relieved.

"What are you supposed to be?" Kayla asked.

"Poor Man," Johnny laughed.

"Well, it was Dead Pool, then it was Spider man, now it's," he motioned at Johnny. "Poor Man."

"We can't let him go to the dance like that," Johnny said. "No amount of karate will fix that."

Kayla looked at him for a minute then smiled. "I have just the thing. Miguel, come with me. John, go get us some white and black face paint." She took Miguel to their apartment. "This was in the box with my uniforms," she said, pulling a skeleton costume out of a box. "It belongs to my brother. He was just about your size in high school. It should fit."

"Thanks, Mrs. Kayla," Miguel said. He went to the bathroom to change.

"What are you planning?" Johnny asked, coming in with a bag in his hand. "Here's the paint."

"This is awesome!" Miguel exclaimed, coming out of the bathroom. "Much better than Poor Man."

"Nice," Johnny smiled looking at him, then at Kayla. "Is that Bobby's?"

She nodded. "Mom had all my uniforms and his gi's packed away together." She motioned to some boxes on the floor. "That was in the box." She set Miguel down at the table and started smearing the white paint on his face.

"Are these Bobby's trophies?" Johnny asked, picking up another box.

"Yeah, they were just sitting in her attic, and they are Cobra Kai trophies, so I thought you might want to put them up at the dojo," she answered.

"Yeah, definitely," Johnny said, pulling each one out and looking at it. Most were the second place because until LaRusso had come to town, he and Bobby had usually ended up in the finals together at most competitions. "Hey, Miguel, check this out." He picked up one first place trophy. "SoCal Regional, our sophomore year, Bobby and I were in first and second place so we were in the finals against each other. He had never beaten me before but this time, I don't know, I guess I was distracted..." He did know. It was the first match Ali had come to but he wasn't about to say that in front of Kayla.

"He was showing off for a girl," she interrupted.

"Or that," Johnny continued. "Anyway, Bobby nails me in the jaw with this spin kick that I didn't even know he knew how to do. He got the win and I got to live on milkshakes for a month." He wiped the dust off the trophy before handing it over to Miguel. "Don't let pretty girls get you in trouble." He picked up another and wiped off the name plate. "He wasn't as fast as I was, but he had his kata down so when he did land a kick or a punch it was brutal. He'd be a great Sensei."

"Where is he now?" Miguel asked.

"He passed away," Kayla answered.

"Oh." Miguel looked down. "My dad passed away. It stinks sometimes."

"It does," she agreed, setting down the makeup. She grabbed a mirror out of her purse and held it up to him. "There. Now you look like a Cobra Kai."

"This is so cool," Miguel replies, looking at his face. He was so relieved that he didn't have to wear his Yaya's costume. He hasn't wanted to hurt her feelings, especially since he knew his Mom couldn't afford a different costume but he also knew was going to get his ass kicked. He had been going to just skip the dance and pretend he went until Johnny brought it up. "Will you still drive me, Sensei?"

Johnny nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to run drop 'Poor Man' at home. I'll be right back," Miguel said, heading to his apartment. "Thanks, Mrs. Kayla. I'll take good care of your brother's costume."

"I've got to run too," Kayla said, looking at a clock. "Ricci is probably waiting for me."

"I'll walk you out," he said.

"Kay!" A guy stepped out of his car. "You know we work with teenage boys with impulse control issues and you going to walk up in there looking like something from an adult movie? Are you trying to make my life difficult?"

"At least I didn't cop out," she shot back motioning to his usual scrubs. "What are you supposed to be? Besides, I'm practically wearing a muumuu compared to what cheerleaders wear now."

"I'm a doctor," he replied.
"Ha. Dream big," Kayla replied. "Ricci, this is my husband, Johnny. Johnny, this is Ricci. He's the charge nurse on my shift."

Johnny shook hands with Ricci. He hadn't realized that Ricci was Ricky. He sized him up. Ricci was young and tall and slim with black hair and olive skin. This was who spent all day texting Kayla?

"Nice to meet you," Ricci said to him. "Kay, we have to go."

"Just a minute." She turned to Johnny. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Will you still be wearing this?" he teased.

"If you're good," she grinned.

He kissed her, maybe a little more possessively than he would have if Charge Nurse Ricci hadn't been watching them. "I'll see you."

"What the hell happened?" Kayla asked, shocked. She had just gotten home from work to find Johnny passed out on the floor surrounded by Coors cans. "Johnny, get up!" He hadn't even had one beer when she'd left. She shook him hard. "Wake up!"

"Damn, what it is?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"What did you do last night?" she asked, picking up a can of spray paint.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Miguel got beat up at the dance last night."

"Is he okay?"

"He'll be sore, but I don't think anything is broken," he answered.

"So you decided to go out and get drunk?" She asked, thinking she would go check on Miguel that afternoon.

"Apparently his mom didn't realize that he was taking karate," Johnny said. "Now he's not."

"How could she not know?"

"I guess he never told her."

"Wait," Kayla held up her hands. "You didn't get her permission? Johnny, you have to their parent's permission? What if he'd gotten hurt at the dojo? How could you be so stupid?!"

"Stupid. Yeah, okay," Johnny nodded. "Why didn't you tell me that Ricci is a man?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess I never thought about it. This isn't about me."

"Yeah? Or maybe you didn't tell me on purpose."

"Just what are you getting at?"

"It just seems strange that you spend all day texting and talking to some other man," he said.

"He's my boss, we talk about work."

"Yeah, I'm sure that it," Johnny said.

"You better tread really careful here," she said, realizing what he was implying.

"Yeah? He's not putting in that much time for just a co-worker," he replied.

"Is that what you think? Not every guy is like you."

"You know what else I think," he continues, closing the space between them. He grabbed her arms tightly. "I think maybe he's the reason you never want me to touch you anymore."

"I don't want you to touch me because you're drunk all the time," she snapped.

"Well, you're not getting it from me, so you maybe you're getting it from him," he said, menacingly.

"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to put your faults on me. I'm not the one who has slept around. You know what? Yesterday, before I left, when you were sober and you were helping Miguel, that was sexy as hell. I couldn't wait to get home to you this morning, but now...," she trailed off, looking around the room at all the beer cans and bottles. "Well, maybe I should have fucked Ricci. I'm sure he could have at least gotten the job done. Could you?" She broke his hold on her. She wasn't usually so cruel but she couldn't believe he would accuse her of sleeping with her boss. "Get your shit together, Johnny, because I'm not doing it anymore and if you ever, ever, put your hands on me like that again, it'll be the last time you see me." She shoved him away and walked out.

His phone rang before he could follow her.

This day had sucked. Nothing had turned out right. Kayla had bitched him out. He deserved it but it still hurt. He didn't know why he had grabbed her. He wasn't like that. He wasn't like Sid or even his real dad. He didn't need to beat his wife to prove he was a man. Robby had disrespected him, which he didn't deserve, and he didn't even want to think about Shannon. Where did she get off acting like she was the mother of the year? Throwing it up to him that he hadn't been there for Robby. He had tried, damn it. He and Kayla had done everything they could to keep Robby with them. They'd even sold their house to pay lawyer fees to keep trying to fight Shannon for custody. Hell, he'd even gone hat in hand to Sid to get the money but it hadn't mattered. He'd screwed it up like he always did. Actually, no. No matter how things turned out, he refused to feel bad about what he did. One day Robby would understand. Besides, it wasn't his fault that the pansy ass judge thought it worse for Johnny to kick the shit out of the guy than it was for Shannon to have the son of a bitch around Robby in the first place. She'd played up innocent bystander role and men want to believe women who are pretty.

He took another bite of his hamburger and looked around the small diner. He wasn't sure why, out of all the places to eat in Encino and Reseda, he'd decide to stop there. Maybe he wanted to touch a part of his life that hadn't been absolutely crap. Maybe he was just a glutton for punishment. He wasn't sure. He and Robby used to meet Kayla here for dinner on Friday nights when Robby was young and she'd worked at a hospital nearby. They'd get hamburgers and then split a dessert. His eyes fell on a boy and his Dad doing that very thing, but he wasn't seeing them.

"Have I ate enough now, Daddy?" Four-year-old Robby was sitting in front of him, pulling his hamburger apart in an effort make it look like he was eating.

"You know Mama's rules," Johnny said. "You have to eat your hamburger to get ice cream."

"But Mama isn't here yet," Robby grinned. "Couldn't we just say I ate it? They put pickles on it."

"I let you take the pickles off," he replied. "Let's be good men and do things right, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," Robby sighed, pushing a pickle off the edge of his plate. He picked up a small piece of burger and took a tiny bite. He looked up, then jumped out of his seat, his eyes lighting up. "Mama!" He ran towards Kayla who had just walked in. She scooped him up and tossed him in the air before settling him on her hip. "Hey, Robby-man." She kissed his cheek as she walked towards Johnny.

Johnny stood up and kissed her. "Hey, Baby."

"Who didn't eat their hamburger?" she asked as she put Robby back in the booth and slid in beside him. Johnny sat down across from them and held Kayla's hand over the table.

Robby looked down guiltily. "They put pickles on it," he reported.

"We took them off," Johnny said again.

"Well, hurry up and eat then," Kayla told Robby. "So we can get our ice cream."

Robby took another bite so small Johnny was sure no food actually got in his mouth. He looked glumly at the plate.

"Hey, Kay, look at that," Johnny said, pointing behind her. When she turned around, he grabbed the biggest piece of Robby's burger off the plate and popped it in his mouth.

"What did you just do?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

He just grinned and shrugged, then winked at Robby who covered his mouth and giggled. Robby then picked up some of the burger and took a real bite. Three more rounds of 'look at that' and Robby had his ice cream.

Seven-year-old Robby wasn't sitting in the booth. He was attempting to eat while balancing on his new skateboard as Johnny and Kayla were finishing up their meals. It was no longer a chore to get Robby to eat as he had already finished his meal and was stealing fries off of Kayla's plate.

"See how good I can balance, Daddy?" Robby asked, unaware that the reason he'd suddenly become so good as staying on his skateboard was that Johnny was holding it in place with his foot against the front wheels. "Can we go to a skate park tomorrow?"

Nine-year-old Robby was chattering on and on about his week at Shannon's,

"Dad," he said, slowing down a bit. "Do you think it would be okay if I started calling Mama, Mama Kayla instead? I think calling her just Mama hurts my mom's feelings and I don't want to hurt her."

"I think Kayla will understand," Johnny said, sadly. Later, Mama had become Mrs. Well, first it had been just 'Kayla' but Johnny had quickly put a stop to that, saying Robby didn't have to call her 'Mama' but he did have to show her respect. Surprisingly, Robby had listened.

Eleven-year-old Robby was slumped in the back booth, his food only played with. Kayla had tried to talk to him about school. Johnny had tried to talk to him about skating. It didn't matter. Whatever they tried to talk about, Robby would just put his headphones on and ignored them. "Can I just go back to Mom's now?" he asked.

"Yeah," Johnny replied. "We can go."

That was their last trip to the diner.

Johnny smiled as he watched the couple in the booth. He was going to do things right. He was going to get his family back and that was going to start with making Cobra Kai a success. He just had to get his student back first.

Please R and R.