Leighton and Krishna followed me into my car.

Since Austin is a police officer, I run a music shop called Sonic Boom along with my cousin, Rosie. We sell, make instruments, and giving music lessons. I give singing, guitar, and piano lessons, and Rosie gives drum and violin lessons.

Austin's best friend and partner in the force, Dez is married to Rosie. Both of them have their ten year-old twins, Gavin Hunter and Jean Esperanza. They were fraternal with blue eyes as Dez. Gavin has black hair, Jean has dark red hair, and they both look more like Dez.

My best friend in the entire was Trish De la Rosa. Trish has been divorced twice and has her own fashion business around the world. Trish is vastly wealthy and never puts herself before anyone else.

As I drove, Krishna said, "Momma, can I get my ears pierced?"

"What?" I said. "No, Krishna. You're not old enough."

"Daddy, can I have my ears pierced?" She asked Austin. Krishna is a daddy's girl.

"Sweetie, if Momma says no, then I say no," he answered.

"Dad, do you always do what Mom says," asked Leighton.

"No, I'm the man of the house. Mom doesn't control me." He lied.

At last, we got to the middle school.

"Leighton, there you go," I sighed.

"I change my mind," she says. "I don't—"

"Lee-Lee, if you don't, tomorrow, I'm going to drive you to school on a motorcycle in my boxers," said Austin.

"I love you, guys. Bye." Leighton got out of the guy and slammed it.

"That's why you're the best dad ever," Ally said.

"I know I am." He chuckled.

"By the way, Rosie and I have to do drum and guitar lessons today. Remember to pick up the girls after school."

"Alls, come on. You act like I'm irresponsible and a man child."

"Oh, yeah. Remember when you missed Leighton's piano recital?"

"It was two years ago."

"She was six." I corrected him.

"I still came in time."

"It was already over." I corrected him again.

"Okay, let's ignore this."

"Finally."

Austin is like the child I married. He is naïve, funny, but still tough as nails. People do indeed ask about how relationship is because…Austin and I aren't married. We are boyfriend and girlfriend and we do love each other. Marriage is just one of the things we put aside.

For Krishna's school, they allowed the parents to escort their kids into the playground of the school. It worried me so much about Krishna. I know I'm overprotective of her, but Austin is physically protective.

"There you go, sweetie," I said to Krishna. She ran over to the swings.

"I'm proud of you," Austin said to me. "First time you ever let her go."

"Well, it's kindergarten. You know how hard it is for little kids?"

"Oh, yeah. In kindergarten, they used to call Bossy Aussy."

"In kindergarten, they shoved me in my cubby."

"Classic."

"Ow!" A little girl shrieked. It came from the swingset.

Krishna was on the ground on her knees screaming. On the swing was a little boy saying, "My swing!"

"Krishna," I said.

I ran over there along with Austin. I lifted Krishna off the ground and cleaned her up.

Austin looked down at the little boy. "What's matter with you?"

"My swing," he said.

"That swing is gonna be up your little ass if you touch my little girl again!"

"Austin!" I shrieked. "He's a little boy."

"And I have the right to arrest him."

"No, you don't."

"Excuse me?" said a voice behind us.

We turned to the person behind us, which was Principal Reese.

"Principal Reese—" I tried to explain.

"I saw and heard everything," he said. "Miss Ally, Mr. Austin, I would like to see you two in my office."

Oh, my god. I can't believe that Austin did that. He threatened a little boy and the principal caught us. This wasn't starting out good.

We followed Principal Reese into his office. When we were in there, we sat down in his chairs.

"Threatening a student of mine in my own school," said Principal Reese. "That is unacceptable."

"Well the boy is lucky," scoffed Austin. "I saw him push my daughter off the swingset. What were we suppose to do? Krishna watches too many 1920 gangster movies. She could've gotten him good."

"Austin!" I snapped at him.

"You know she does."

"I already called the boy's parents. We are going to have to talk with them and see what they think."

The door behind us opened. Two women walked in. One of them was tall and thin with olive skin and black ringlets. The other one was a bit shorter and thinner with long straight brown.

"Who's the jackass that threatened our son?" The short one demanded.

I looked at Austin surprised and asked Reese, "Are they—"

"Yes," he answered.

"You two are dykes?" Austin asked them.

I stood up and took a step towards the couple. "Hi, I'm Ally Dawson and is is my boyfriend, Austin."

"I'm Molly," said the tall one. "And this is my partner, Paige."

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. But you know how protective parents are of their kids."

"That's what makes me want to punch you in the neck, Perky Polly," said Paige.

"Austin." My voice broke as it stepped back behind him.

"How dare you threaten my girl?" Austin said to her.

"How dare you threaten my son, Blondie?"

"Oh, I apologize that your son pushed my daughter off the swingset."

"Well she needs to suck it up."

"Now I know where your son gets all of his aggression from."

"Austin!" I said.

"Paige!" The other girl said to her partner. "Stop it. Listen, I am deeply sorry for what Gabriel did to your daughter. I have no excuse for that."

"Thank you for being reasonable, Miss Molly, unlike Scary Mary," scoffed Austin.

"Enough!" Reese interrupted. "Now I want you guys to have a play date with the kids and work things out. Understand?"

"Take that, Peppermint Patty," I said to Paige.

"Ally, love," Austin said.

"What?"

"Peppermint Patty is just athletic."

"Then, who's the lesbian?"

"Marcy is."

"Thank you for embarrassing me."

"You four may leave now," said Reese.