My second entry for the OQ Prompt Party based on a personal prompt for my Soldier Verse: Life with Gen. Thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt for this verse – I promise I will do the others I received as well, just not for the party.

It felt odd being parents to a baby again.

Yet it also felt so right.

Regina sat in the rocking chair that Roland had happily returned before she gave birth to Genevieve, the same rocking chair she had sat in as she had nursed her three other children when they were babies. She smiled down at her youngest as Gen suckled at her breast. Regina brushed one of Gen's soft blonde curls as the baby girl closed the eyes that were slowly darkening from blue to brown.

"There we go, sweetheart," she cooed. "You eat what you can and then we can all go back to sleep."

Gen finished and released Regina's nipple. After burping the baby girl, Regina laid Gen back down in the crib before fixing her nightgown. She brushed her finger over Gen's cheek before whispering: "Goodnight, sweetheart. Mama loves you."

Regina headed back to her bedroom, climbing into bed again. She pulled the blankets back over her and settled down. Beside her, Robin rolled over and wrapped his arm around her. "She good?" he asked, voice husky from sleep.

"Yeah," she replied, pressing herself again him. "She's fed and already asleep again."

He hummed. "Good. I'll take the next one. It'll probably be a nappy change."

She smiled, loving how after decades in the US and raising three children he still called them nappies rather than diapers. "Deal."

"Glad that's settled," he said, kissing her shoulder. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight," she replied, closing her eyes and letting sleep pull her under again.

"Henny!" Gen exclaimed, holding onto the coffee table as she faced the door. "Henny!"

Robin sighed, sitting forward to rub his daughter's back. "Henry isn't coming, Gen. He's home with Jacinda and Lucy."

She looked up at him, as if trying to understand him. Gen then turned back to the door, banging her hands on the table. "Henny!"

"No Henry," he replied, having a flashback to a young Henry banging on the computer screen begging to speak to his mother. It had broken his heart then and this broke his heart now. Robin wished he could give his daughter whatever she wanted but he knew he couldn't just ask his eldest to drive down to Virginia whenever Genevieve wanted to see her brother.

Gen frowned, her face starting to turn red and tears filling her eyes as she continued to call out for her brother over and over. "Henny! Henny! Henny!"

Robin picked up his daughter, holding her tightly as she tried to wriggle from his grasp. At least she wasn't walking yet or else he would've worried about her trying to run to the door to get out. He held her close as he saw his phone buzz. Henry's face filled the screen and relief swept through Robin. Facetime was the next best thing to an actual visit.

"Hello," Robin said, picking up. "Do you mind if we turn this into a video chat?"

"Of course not," Henry replied. "Why?"

Bouncing a fussy Gen, Robin said: "There's someone who really wants to see you."

Henry chuckled. "Alright. I'll hang up and call you back on Facetime."

"Thank you," Robin said, ending the call. A moment later, the request to Facetime came through. He gave Gen a squeeze as he accepted it. "Look who is on the phone, sweetheart."

"Henny!" she exclaimed, her brown eyes lighting up when she saw her brother on the screen. "Henny!"

Chuckling, Henry waved at his sister. "Hi, Gen. I miss you!"

"She misses you too," Robin said, watching his daughter as her eyes remained fixed on Henry.

"Henny!" she declared with a toothy grin.

The two men chuckled before Robin leaned back on the couch, a calm Gen now content to sit on his lap and watch her brother on screen. Relieved, he asked: "So, what's new?"

"Ahh, not much," Henry said. "Just something I wanted to run by you for a story I'm working on."

"Sure," Robin replied. "Go ahead."

Henry started talking again and Robin listened as Gen sat enraptured by the image of her brother on screen. Robin was grateful for the wonders of technology and glad that Henry was easier to get in touch with than Regina had been while on active duty. It hopefully would make things easier until Gen got out of this phase.

At least, he hoped it was just a phase.

Regina entered Gen's school clutching a spare shirt for her. She had been worried since the school's secretary called her to say that Genevieve needed a new shirt. Different scenarios ran through her head and she hoped that her daughter hadn't also been sick for some reason. But then the nurse would've called her, right?

"Hello, I received a call saying that my daughter needed another shirt," Regina said, approaching the front desk.

The woman sitting there looked up at her. "Mrs. Locksley?"

"Yes," Regina replied.

"You can head down to the principal's office," the woman said. "Do you need directions?"

Regina shook her head, very well acquainted with the hallways of the school. She headed toward the principal's office and entered it, finding Gen sitting there in an oversized sweatshirt Regina figured had come from the lost and found box. Her daughter had her arms crossed and her cheeks were red. Regina could feel the anger rolling off her, which made her even more worried about why she had to come to school.

"Gen, sweetheart, what happened?" she asked, reaching out to brush some of her daughter's blonde hair away from her face.

"Discrimination," Gen replied, looking up at her mother with fire burning in her brown eyes. "Bigotry."

Someone cleared their throat and Regina looked up to find a heavy-set balding man in a gray suit standing there – the school principal, Mr. Smith. He stared down Genevieve. "Mr. Jackson said your shirt was inappropriate. That's hardly discrimination or bigotry, Miss Locksley."

Regina frowned. "Who is Mr. Jackson? I thought her teacher was Mrs. Leahy?"

"She is out sick today," the principal replied. "Mr. Jackson is filling in but he has the same authority as Mrs. Leahy in the classroom."

"And do you know why he thought Gen's shirt was inappropriate?" Regina asked, trying to think over all the shirts her daughter owned. None jumped out at her as something that the school would deem inappropriate unless Diana got her something, forgetting what was age-appropriate for Gen. But Robin certainly knew and Regina doubted he would've let Gen leave in anything that did not fit the approved dress code at the school.

Mr. Smith hesitated. "Honestly, she came to the office already wearing the sweatshirt. But I trust Mr. Jackson's judgment, so I doubt he was discriminating against her and being a bigot."

"But he was!" Gen protested, looking up at her mother. "You believe me, right?"

Regina thought about it for a moment. She hoped both she and Robin had taught Gen enough not to go tossing around such words like "discrimination" and "bigot" unless she really meant them, explaining the damage it could do to those who were really discriminated against and how it could let true bigots get away with their hatred. But she had never been a mother who would insist her child could do no wrong. Just like her siblings before her, Gen sometimes tried to push boundaries and see what she could get away with – just like any child growing up. Regina and Robin always reinforced those boundaries and taught Gen that they would support the school faculty and staff when they did the same as well – though within reason.

And right now, she had reasonable doubt.

"Let's take off the sweatshirt," she told her daughter, motioning for her to raise her arms. "I want to see what inappropriate shirt your father would've been okay letting you leave the house in for myself."

Gen raised her arms and Regina pulled the sweatshirt off her, revealing the shirt she wore underneath. Regina recognized it immediately – it was a white t-shirt with the Lin-Manuel Miranda saying "Love is Love is Love is Love is Love" on it. Each Love was designed in a different identity flag, meaning that Gen was likely right – her shirt had been deemed inappropriate by a bigot who was discriminating against her for supporting the LGBT+ community.

"This doesn't look inappropriate to me," Regina said, turning back to the principal. His face was slowly turning red and she could see sweat on his brow, which pleased her. This should make him nervous and she decided to turn the heat up a bit more. "Doesn't the school support LGBT plus families?"

"Of course we do," he replied, rubbing his neck. "I didn't realize that…"

She cut him off, not in the mood to hear his excuses. "You didn't check. I am a little concerned that a teacher forced her to wear what I guess is one of his sweatshirts. Why was that necessary?"

"Well, it wasn't," he admitted. "It is against the rules. If we can't get a parent to come and switch out an inappropriate or torn article of clothing, then the student is given either a school sweatshirt or a pair of sweatpants from our closet here."

"So you're telling me that a student came down from a teacher who already broke the rules and you decided to trust this teacher's judgment anyway?" Regina asked, feeling like she was cross-examining a witness on the stand. She also was already wording the complaint she was going to file with the school board in her head.

They were not going to bury this incident.

He cleared his throat. "Well, there was also the lying."

"Lying?" she asked, wondering what they were trying to concoct to save themselves from the embarrassment of having not followed their procedures and to protect an apparently homophobic teacher.

Gen scowled. "They think I'm lying about Roland and Diana."

Regina frowned, confused by that. "Lying about them being part of the LGBT plus community?"

"Lying that they exist," Gen replied.

"I believe they exist. But I think you lied about your relationship to them," Mr. Smith said. He turned to Regina. "Mrs. Locksley, how many children do you have?"

Anger burned in Regina's veins as she pulled out her phone, finding a recent picture she had taken of all her children. Henry and Roland sat with Jacinda and Andy standing behind them. Diana sat between her brothers with Genevieve on her lap. All six smiled for the camera and she showed that to the principal. "I have four. That's them, along with my daughter-in-law and son-in-law as well. Yes, there's a big gap between Genevieve and her siblings and yes, she really is mine and my husband's child."

The sweat returned to his brow as he returned the phone to her. "Oh."

"Honestly, I'm very disappointed by how you've handled this," Regina told him. "And I think it's best if I sign Genevieve out for the rest of the day."

"That won't be necessary," he said.

She raised an eyebrow, incredulous that he thought Gen could continue with the day. "I think so. I'm not going to make Gen change her shirt and I am certainly not sending her back to a classroom with a teacher who disparages her siblings and thinks she's a liar. So please, just let me sign her out."

He finally relented and brought over the book so Regina could sign her out. She set the pen down and looked up at him. "I will be filing a complaint with the school board," she said.

"I'm sure that won't be necessary," he replied.

"Well, I do," she said, taking Genevieve's hand. "Can someone go get my daughter's things, please?"

One of the administrators stood up from her desk. "I'll go get it."

Regina took the sweatshirt from Genevieve and handed it to the administrator as she passed by them. "You can give this back to Mr. Jackson, please."

The administrator took the sweatshirt and an uncomfortable silence settled in the office as they waited for Genevieve's belongings. Regina was grateful that Mr. Smith was not trying to convince her not to file the complaint. It wouldn't have worked and likely would've only made her angrier. He looked withdrawn and she figured he was trying to figure out how bad it was going to be once the complaint was lodged.

Regina didn't know but she hoped it was at least painful enough for him to never attempt something like this again.

"Here you go," the administrator said, handing Genevieve her backpack and lunchbox. She then turned to the principal. "You might want to go down to Mr. Jackson's room. He's using an alternative science lesson plan."

"Come on, Gen, it sounds like everyone is going to be very busy around here for the rest of the day. We don't want to be in their way," Regina said smugly, taking her daughter's hand. Together, they left the school and got into Regina's car.

Gen smiled at her mother. "Thanks for defending me, Mom. And for laying into Mr. Smith like that."

"Well, it was warranted," Regina told her. "Your father and I will always listen to both sides. If you're in the right, we will defend you and work to ensure the right people face the right consequences. But if you're in the wrong, then we would just make sure the consequences fit the circumstances but we will not get you out of trouble. Got it?"

"I got it," Gen said. "Thanks, Mom."

Regina leaned back and glanced at the time. She grinned. "Why don't we go surprise your father and take him out for lunch?"

"That sounds like a great plan," Gen replied, leaning back. "This is the best day ever, homophobic teacher aside."

"Well, we're not going to let him ruin it at all," Regina said, putting the car into drive. She flipped on the radio and they started to sing along as they pulled away from the school, ready to make the most of their day.

"Are you sure about this?" Robin asked his daughter, feeling a bit nervous about her plans. "We can always bring in people who can do this for us."

"I can do this, Dad," Gen replied. "Just trust me, okay?"

He hesitated, torn. On one hand, he wanted to support his daughter and her interests. But on the other hand, there was a good chance that she could get hurt or decide that it didn't look good in the end, requiring him to bring in professionals anyway. And then it would take even longer for her bedroom to be completed.

She sighed. "Your eyes are saying no."

"It's not that I don't trust you. I just worry you've bitten off my than you can chew," he said, wrapping his arm around her and hugging her against his side.

"I think I can handle this just fine," she insisted. "But if I do get overwhelmed, I promise to tell you. How's that?"

He figured it was a good enough compromise, so he nodded. "Okay."

She brightened up and rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Dad! I promise you won't regret it."

"I'm not worrying about regretting it," he told her. "It's your room. I don't want you to regret it."

"I think it'll be fine," she replied. "And if it's not, you get to tell me 'I told you so'."

He chuckled. "I don't think we'll get to that point. I just want you to be happy."

"I think I will be," she told him. "However we end up there."

It sometimes surprised him how mature and wise his daughter was for a teenager. He decided to trust her – though he was going to supervise her close. For all her maturity and wisdom, Gen still had a tendency to be a bit dreamy and not pay attention to what she was doing – even if it involved power tools.

Robin watched as Genevieve started to redecorate her room, transforming it from one that belonged to a little girl to one that belonged to a teenager. She painted over the light pink walls with a rich purple color and rolled out a matching rug in the middle of her room. Gen painted her closet doors white and added white accents around her window before hanging curtains that were a lighter shade of purple. Robin had to admit he was impressed with how well she managed the painting, though he had helped her – especially with the high areas she couldn't reach.

Once everything was painted, she then moved onto putting together the furniture she had bought for her room. Robin and Regina had offered to let the workers from the store do that but Genevieve insisted on doing it herself. The only item she agreed to not put together herself was her bed and that was delivered, placed right where Genevieve wanted it. She and Regina had gone shopping for new sheets and blankets, so she lovingly made it up with a sham and decorative pillows.

With her bed all set up, Gen next moved onto putting together her nightstand. She managed to do that in one day. Robin looked it over, finding that it looked right and seemed sturdy enough. He deemed it okay to use and she started to put items on it.

From there, Gen set up her bookcases and started to place her books as well as other items on it, including some trophies from her cheerleading competitions and pictures of her family and friends. She also placed some old toys on there as well as a shelf she also put up on one of her walls. Robin was impressed and had to admit her room was shaping up to be an amazing place for her to continue to grow.

She finished with a new desk and chair for her to do her homework as she had taken over Diana's old vanity, though she did refinish it before Henry, Andy and Neal moved it into her room for her. Gen then hung her posters and pictures on the wall before calling her parents in to see the finished product.

"Ta da!" she proclaimed, holding up her arms as she motioned to the room. "What do you think?"

"It looks wonderful," Regina said and Robin had to agree. "You did a great job."

Gen beamed before rushing forward to hug both of them. "Thank you for letting me do it, even if you had your doubts."

Robin hugged her tightly. "I've told you – we just didn't want you to be disappointed. So as long as you're happy, we're happy."

"I'm going to show it to everyone!" she exclaimed, picking up her phone. She started to Facetime someone and a few moments later, Robin was unsurprised when she greeted her oldest brother. "Henry! Do you want to see my room?"

"Sure, Gen! I'm really excited to see how it turns out," Henry said. "Let me get Lucy. She'll want to see it too."

As Gen walked back into her room, Robin wrapped his arm around Regina and guided his wife away from it. "Let's give her some privacy," he said.

"We have some amazing children, don't we?" Regina commented, leaning against him as the headed downstairs.

He kissed the side of her head. "They take after their mother."

"And their father," she said, patting his chest. "Don't sell yourself short."

She then excused herself as she headed into the kitchen to start dinner. Robin stayed at the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward his daughter's room. He could hear Gen talking though he couldn't tell what she was saying. Whatever it was, he heard how excited she was and he smiled. She was a pretty great kid and he couldn't wait to see the woman she would become.

He just knew that she was going to do great things no matter what road her life took her down.