Disclaimer: I own Luka, Kendall, Anna, Sara, and Wilhem, but that's it.

Sitting at his desk, and reclining in his leather office chair, Wesley indulged in the few moments of rest he was getting. He was incredibly tired, and all he wanted to do right now was go home and take a nap on the sofa in his office. Of course, he would also like to have just one good lay today with his wife, but the fates seemed against them.

Lilah had gone to another meeting right after their luncheon, leaving Wesley to call a car to take him back to Wolfram and Hart. It was times like those that he really saw the old Lilah, not the mother of five, domesticated queen she had become in the last few years.

Suddenly, the day got worse, as Wesley's office phone began ringing. Sighing, Wesley leaned up and picked it up, keeping his eyes closed and ready to stab the next person who told him an apocalypse was on the way, with a plastic fork, and say 'there, there's your apocalypse'. Lilah would just say he was being moody.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce?"

"Yes sir."

"This is Headmaster Snoody, from your daughters' school."

"Oh, hello, headmaster."

Hearing the older man's tone, Wesley knew this was going to be a headache for him.

"Is there something I could help you with?"

"Well, actually, this is about Kendall. . ."

Damn, Wesley thought.

". . .she freed some frogs that her science teacher was going to use to dissect later this week."

"She did?"

"Yes sir."

"Is she in trouble."

"I'm afraid so, sir."

"Would you like me to come to the school, now, and discuss this with you."

"I think it'd be best."

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment. Thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Wesley made an expression of rage, and silently screamed. This was the perfect way to end his work day. Just perfect. Grabbing his suit jacket and car keys, he went out to his secretary's desk and turned to her.

"Jennifer, could you tell Mrs. Wyndham-Pryce that I had to pick up our daughter, Kendall, from school early, and that I went home after that, please?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank you."

Stepping onto the elevator, Wesley knew that whatever excuse Kendall had, it'd probably be well thought, and her intention for freeing the frogs were probably very good, but, then again, so were Wesley's when he had taken Connor, and even though freeing frogs didn't compare to stealing a baby to save him, he was afraid his daughter was following in her father's footsteps, a little too closely.

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"I didn't want him to kill them, though."

"Kendall, dear, I'm sure you can understand that Mr. Ramos was going to kill the frogs in a humane way, and he was using them for good scientific purposes."

"No, he wasn't! They don't deserve to die! How would you feel if somebody killed you, and then dissected you? Hm?"

Placing his hand on his daughter's, Wesley shifted in his seat a little, uncomfortable. His daughter really had inherited her mother's arguing skills.

"Now, Kendall, sweetheart, Daddy and Mummy have warned you about doing things without asking an adult about it first. What have we said?"

"When in doubt, talk it out."

"Good girl, now, why don't you apologize to Mr. Snoody, and go out in the hall, why we talk?"

"Yes sir, sorry Mr. Snoody."

"It's quite alright, Kendall, though, I am afraid that I will have to suspend you for two days."

"Two days! That's. . ."

Seeing the look on her father's face, Kendall walked out into the hall, solemnly, and Wesley turned to the headmaster.

"How much do we owe you?"

"Oh, two-hundred-and-fifty-dollars to buy some new frogs. Dead this time."

Pulling out his checkbook, Wesley wrote a check, and then handed it to the headmaster. Standing, he tucked the small leather book back into his pocket and then shook hands with the man.

"I'll just take Kendall home now."

"I think that'd be best."

Walking out of the office, Wesley took Kendall's hand and led her through the halls, waiting until they got in the car to say anything.

"Kendall, Kendall, Kendall, how could you?"

"I don't know, the frogs shouldn't be killed though!"

"I know, love, but you can't go correcting things in this way your whole life."

Putting on a pout, she crossed her arms, and stared out the window, as Wesley pulled out of the school parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up at their suburban home, Kendall rushing in, not wanting to talk to her father, and Wesley slowly following after. As soon as he got in the door, the nanny came downstairs carrying Wilhem.

"There's daddy Wilhem. Say we just had a fresh diaper change. Would you like to hold him, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce."

"Is it almost nap-time?"

"He's been yawning."

"Good."

Taking his boy from the nanny, Wesley balanced Wilhem on his hip. He had been meaning to potty train him for the last month, but never seemed to get around to it. Of course, Wilhem had only just turned three, so he still had some time before Lilah got on him. The first time HE had to potty train one of their children, and he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Carrying his son into his office, Wesley laid down on the couch with Wilhem laying on his chest, then covered them with the green blanket that was laying on the back of the couch. Snuggling, he decided that first thing when he woke up, he was going to have a talk with Kendall to make her feel better about what she did. She had good intention after all.

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"I can't believe you!"

"I can't believe you!"

"My little sister does not free frogs like some. . .freak!"

"I'm not a freak!"

Hearing this, Wesley opened his eyes, still groggy. Wilhem was laying beside him, his head resting on the couch, blanket wrapped around his body, no wonder Wesley had felt so cold. Raising himself up on his elbow, he looked around for the clock, six-thirty.

"God, where's their mother or the nanny?"

Standing, and not disturbing his son, Wesley went out into the kitchen to find Luka and Kendall at each other's throats, almost literally. Stepping in between them, Wesley divided them and prevented a blood bath.

"What's going on here?"

"She freed all those icky frogs, and now, everyone's calling her frog girl, I'm frog girl's sister!"

"Well, that isn't so bad, is it?"

Rolling her eyes, Luka stormed upstairs. Turning to Kendall, Wesley ran a hand through his hair.

"Where's your mother?"

"She called awhile ago and said she wouldn't be home until seven."

"And the nanny?"

"She's upstairs with Anna and Sara."

"I see. Well, I guess Daddy's making dinner tonight."

Frowning and making her 'yuck' face, Kendall went into the living room and turned on the Discovery Channel.

"I don't think I'm that bad."

Whispering to himself, Wesley decided that it'd probably be wise to order out. Grabbing the phone book off the top of the fridge, he laid it down on the counter, and looked up the pizza place just blocks from the house.

Picking up the phone and dialing the number, he heard Wilhem being to call for him.

"Dammit."

"Hello?"

"Oh, hello, I would like to order one large pepperoni, and one large cheese pizza, please."

"Yes sir, would you like soda with that?"

Opening the fridge door, Wesley determined that they had drinks.

"No, thank you."

"Alright, your total comes to twenty-dollars-and-fifty-three cents. Are you going to be picking up your pizza or is this delivery?"

"Delivery. One-sixteen Viewmont Drive, thanks."

Hanging up the phone, Wesley rushed back into his study and lifted Wilhem into his arms.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I want Mama!"

Rolling his eyes and rocking the child, Wesley went back out into the kitchen."

"Kendall, can you se the table, please?"

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Watching how manatees mate, it's Luka's night!"

Going to the stairs, Wesley stood at the bottom and used his much practiced yell to summon his eldest daughter.

"LUKA, COME SET THE TABLE!"

"I want Mama!"

Rocking Wilhem a little more, Wesley waited for his eldest daughter to respond.

"LUKA!"

"WHAT?"

"COME SET THE TABLE!"

"IT'S KENDALL'S NIGHT!"

"YOUNG LADY!"

Coming down the stairs, Luka scowled at her father, and then marched into the kitchen, taking out plates and placing them on the table.

"You're not cooking tonight, are you?"

"No, I ordered pizza."

"Thank God."

"I'm not that bad!"

"Dad, your cooking stinks."

Walking across the kitchen and sitting Wilhem on the counter, Wesley opened the fridge and put some drinks on the table, while Luka put some napkins down, especially near Wilhem's seat.

Twenty minutes later, the pizzas arrived, and Wesley placed them on the table, once again balancing Wilhem.

"Please go tell your siblings that dinner's ready."

Luka rolled her eyes but complied. Sad that the nanny had already left, Wesley couldn't wait until Lilah got home. Sitting Wilhem in his seat, he cut a slice of pizza into little pieces and then put the bib on his son.

"Okay."

Moments later, his family joined them, sitting at the table. All thoughts of frog girl and the game Pretty, Pretty Princess, that Sara and Anna had been playing, forgotten. Of course, Wesley should have known that the silence couldn't last. After all they were his and Lilah's children.

"You know what, Daddy?"

"What, love?"

"Manatees mate underwater."

"Really now?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's gross, Kendall, we're eating!"

"So?"

"What's mating?"

"Nothing, Sara."

"It's when. . ."

"Kendall, don't explain. . ."

"Yeah, Frog Girl!"

"That's not nice."

Used to the bickering, Wesley continued to eat his pizza, thankful he had at least one boy.

"Daaadddy, what's mating?"

"Frog Girl!"

"Shut it!"

"Maannaatteeeeees!"

"Frog Girl! Frog Girl! Frog. . ."

"I want Mama!"

"Glad to see you have everything under control, Wesley."

Looking up, Wesley saw his wife standing in the doorway of the kitchen. All five children stopped fussing, immediately as their mother walked over to the table, and had a seat."

"Now, Luka, do not call your sister Frog Girl, Kendall, don't tell people to shut it, Anna, Sara, you don't need to know what mating is, because it involves kissing boys. . ."

Both little girls grimaced.

". . .and Wilhem, Mama will take care of you after dinner."

Sighing relief, Wesley looked over to his wife, thankfully.

"Glad your home."