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A/N: Okay so I was thinking about it and decided 'What the hell, why not!' so I'm going to turn "What's getting Lucky?" into a series of one-shots featuring one Gracie Stokes. I don't know how many I'll do so this will forever be in the complete section just FYI.
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Nick and Greg sat down cautiously in the small chairs provided.
Nick settled in almost at once, while Greg squirmed and re-set himself in the chair in an attempt to get comfortable or as comfortable as one can get in a chair made for children.
Someone cleared their throat.
The blonde looked up and into the disapproving eyes of Gracie's teacher, Mrs. Capshaw, a sour looking woman with graying hair and giant breasts, Greg noted, as he glanced at her chest. Nick cleared his throat this time and Greg blushed, looking at a spot just over the woman's shoulder. Not in her devil eyes or at her rather well-endowed chest.
Silence reigned in the room as Nick and the older woman stared each other down, Greg was just there.
"Do you know why I called you in for a meeting today Mr. Stokes?"
"No." Both Greg and Nick answered.
The ancient woman scowled and moved some of the papers over her desk, eying the two men before her.
"Gracie, has been a disruption to my class for nearly a week now."
Greg and Nick looked at each other and back to Gracie's teacher, "What do you mean?"
"Yeah, Gracie's never had a problem before in class. What did you do to her?" Greg accused, pointing a finger at the evil teacher.
Nick rolled his eyes and shushed his husband, "What seems to be the problem?"
Mrs. Capshaw scowled at the younger man and addressed the more sensible of the two, "Gracie is an extremely smart and gifted ten year old. She's always following the rules and helping her peers, however, recently she has been intolerable during music class."
Uh oh, music class, Greg sighed. According to Nick, Greg's taste in music was too far out there and not at all appropriate for 'his princess'.
Nick cast a sidelong glance at Greg and Greg groaned, this was going to end up being his fault, he just knew it.
It wasn't his fault that Gracie enjoyed his music more than Nick's, Greg pouted.
"Please elaborate, Mrs. Capshaw?" Nick asked, still casting a look at his husband.
"Well every week the class has a chance to learn a new song. Some students sing while others play the instruments and then we switch. Well, as you know from Parent's Day, my classroom awards students who do right, complete assigned tasks, and are courteous of others."
Nick nodded his head and Greg huffed, "Just get to-- ow!"
Greg grabbed his side where the Texan had elbowed him, the older woman scowled.
"Please continue."
"Well, each time a child does something right in my classroom they get a star and if you get enough stars you win a prize. Well Gracie has been saving up her stars for quite some time now and she just recently requested that she wanted to turn them in for her prize. I was so happy, she is such a gem in my class, so when I asked Gracie what she wanted she requested that she get to pick the song for music class. I was surprised, but told her if that's what she wanted then as long as the song had no bad words we would sing it next time for class."
"Just please tell me it wasn't Marilyn Manson?" Nick pleaded.
"What? Good gracious no, thank Heaven." Mrs. Capshaw scowled, "That horrible man who makes that awful, awful music my Grandson likes, goodness no."
Greg visibly relaxed, "Well what did she want to sing that was inappropriate?"
"She wanted to sing..." She looked down at one of her papers and pursed her lips, " A song titled, 'Honky Tonk Badonkadonk,' a country song."
A country song. Greg raised his eyebrow and glanced at Nick who's jaw dropped considerably as his face burned red.
"Really now?" Greg smirked and moved so he could face his husband.
"Oh, yes, and when I told her that she couldn't and why, she insisted that the class learn this song. When I told her to just pick another song she refused and now all she does in music class is make faces and mock me every chance she gets."
Greg looked back at the older woman and gave her a questioning look, "But why won't you let her sing that song, it can't be that bad can it?"
"No, it's not a bad song, I rather enjoy it myself but the subject matter is a tad bit for a fifth grade class, don't you think?"
"Well I've never actually heard the song," The younger man nodded his head at his husband, "Nick's the country boy, not me."
Two pairs of eyes locked on Nick and he groaned, "Did she tell you why she wanted to sing that particular song?"
Nick prayed for a no.
"Oh, yes, something about her Dad singing it..."
The Texan sent up a silent thanks that Gracie had for once kept her---
"...and that he sang it about her other daddy."
Nick's eyes widened and he blushed even more at the statement.
The blonde's eyebrows rose to his hairline and he smiled cutely at his husband.
"Interesting, maybe I should give this song a listen."
Mrs. Capshaw cleared her throat, "Hmph, yes, well anyways I wish you would talk to Gracie about her attitude during music class and implore her to pick a different song."
"Yeah, okay we'll talk to her, come on Greg." Nick stood and grabbed Greg's forearm trying to drag him out of the classroom.
The blonde stalled long enough to thank Mrs. Capshaw and ensure her that they would get Gracie to choose something more appropriate.
Gracie was sitting outside the classroom door, swinging her feet and humming lightly to herself when her dads came out of her teacher's classroom.
"Come on Squirt." Greg said affectionately.
She smiled and gathered her belongings, grabbing Greg's hand and smiling up at Nick as they headed out to their car.
"Am I in trouble Daddy?" She asked, after noting how red her father's face was and how quiet he was being.
"Yes, you should know better than to mock the teacher Gracie Marie."
She cringed at the use of her middle name, man she really was in trouble if he brought out the 'M' word.
"Daddy I'm sorry." She sniffled and her Forest Green gaze misted.
Damn she was good, Greg thought, as Nick rushed over and kneeled next to her at the look on his baby's face.
"Honey, it's okay, don't cry."
"I just wanted to sing with you." Sniffle.
"I know sweetheart, but if you really want to learn that song I'll help you okay. Just please, for me, stop making fun of Mrs. Capshaw and pick another song."
Gracie shifted her foot a bit in the dirt and sighed out an 'ok' then wrapped her arms around Nick's neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
They moved towards the black Tahoe and once buckled inside, started their trek home. Greg glanced at Nick and then at Gracie in the back, "So Munchkin, any requests?"
Gracie bounced in her seat and nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! Daddy put on that song, I wanna start practicing!"
Reluctantly, Nick told Greg where to find his Trace Adkins CD and put it into the player.
The song started and Gracie joined in when she knew the words, Nick couldn't help but mouth them along and Greg was too busy trying not to blush, "So then I guess this means that you must really like my--"
"Greg!" Nick half-shouted as he glanced back at their daughter.
"--derrière." Greg finished and smirked at his husband, knowing full well that Gracie wouldn't be able too--
"That means you like his butt." Gracie giggled.
Nick cast a murderous glance at Greg.
"I swear I didn't think she knew what that meant." Greg quickly replied.
Nick sighed and rolled his eyes heavenward, then casting a glance at his too-cute-hubby, winked and sang along with Gracie.
Every so often wiggling his eyebrows at a giggling Greg.
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A/N: Couldn't help myself, besides Greg or Eric Szmanda, does have a rather nice derrière. Wink. Wink. XD