It's Alright

From high school drama, to psychotic tormentors, Spencer and Emily have seen it all. However, can they tackle parenting when their daughter gets into trouble at school?

A/N:

A HUGE thank you to beautifuldreamerr for the idea for this oneshot! I love hearing suggestions from you guys.

Also, Lisa is pronounced (L-eye-sa), just so you know.

SPENCER'S POV:

I groaned as I set the phone down. Of everything that could happen today, I wasn't prepared for this. I sighed as I dialed a new number on the phone, and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" Emily's voice echoed through the speakers of the device.

"Hey Em. We have a bit of a situation." I muttered.

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" I could hear the panic seize her voice.

"Lisa got in a fight at school." I mentioned. I could hear Emily's gasp, and I sighed.

"What? What happened? Why would she get into a fight?" Emily asked.

"I don't know, I just talked to the principal a minute ago. She wants us to head over and meet with her. Do you need me to pick you up?" I offered.

"No, that's fine. I'll meet you over there." Emily groaned.

"Okay. Love you." I added.

"Love you too." The phone clicked, and I shoved the device into my purse. I grabbed my name badge, and walked up to the reception desk.

"Signing out so early?" Linda, the receptionist at the firm, asked. I nodded.

"Kid got into a fight." I groaned. Linda chuckled light-heartedly.

"If she's anything like you, I wouldn't want to see the other kid." Linda joked. I rolled my eyes.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Linda signed me out, and handed my badge back to me.

"Everything will be fine." She smiled. I nodded, and walked over to the elevator to head downstairs. Once there, I walked out to the car and headed towards the elementary school.

What on Earth could she have gotten herself into? I thought, as I cruised down the highway. Lisa was in first grade this year, but she was smart for her age. Smart enough to know not to fight other kids, which made me curious as to what stoked her.

When I arrived, Emily had just pulled up. She stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to me.

"Let's go see what this is about." I muttered, and we walked into the building. The receptionist at the office greeted us with a tight smile, and led us into the principal's office.

"Hello ladies, if you'll take a seat that'd be wonderful. I'm glad you both could make it." Dr. Stevens mentioned. I nodded, and we sat down. Lisa was already there, in a chair between our two. I glanced at her as I sat down, but she looked away, aware that she was in trouble. From what I could tell, she had no marks of a fight on her, and I wondered just how badly the other kid looked.

"Thank you both for coming." Dr. Stevens pulled out the report of the incident.

"Of course. What exactly happened?" I asked, wanting to hear her side of the story.

"Well, as you can assume I was not there, but Lisa's teacher saw her…fighting with another kid during recess." Dr. Stevens explained.

"Do you know who started it?" Emily questioned. Dr. Stevens raised an eyebrow at Lisa, waiting for her to say something. When she didn't, Dr. Stevens sighed.

"I'm afraid your daughter did." She stated.

I nodded, and I heard Emily sigh loudly, obviously upset.

"Now, considering this is Lisa's first incident we'll let her off with a warning. However, Lisa, you will be expected to write out an apology to give to Peter. I want you to have it finished by tomorrow." Dr. Stevens looked at our daughter who nodded.

I thanked the principal for her time, and stood up. Emily grabbed Lisa's hand, and we walked out of the building to head home. Lisa ended up riding with me, but the entire car ride was silent.

When we got home, I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, while Emily had Lisa sit on the couch. When I strolled into the living room, Emily smiled wearily, and we sat down across from our daughter.

"Lisa…" Emily started. "What were you thinking honey? You know fighting is not okay!"

Lisa bit her lip and nodded, almost in tears. I sighed.

"Sweetie, why would you start a fight with another kid?" I asked.

Lisa looked at the floor.

"He was bein' mean." She muttered.

"Did he hit you?" I questioned.

Lisa shook her head. "No."

I sighed. "How was he being mean to you?"

Lisa looked up at me with big eyes.

"He wasn't mean to me, he was mean to you!" She exclaimed. I gave her a puzzled glance.

"Honey what do you mean?" I glanced at Emily, who had the same expression I did.

"He said it wasn't right that I had two moms. I told im' to shut it, but he didn't listen." Lisa started. "I warned him, I did. But he was bein' mean anyway. So I hit im' until he was sorry. I think he was just jealous."

I felt my mouth drop slightly, and I looked at Emily whose face was pale.

"Lisa, honey, you can't beat up kids no matter what. Even if they say mean things." Emily soothed. "It's just not right. Sweetie, you're always going to have someone who doesn't like you, or your family. But you can't just punch them whenever you want to."

Lisa sighed.

"Okay." She muttered. "Mom, why don't I have a dad?" She asked.

Emily looked at me, and pleaded with her eyes that I take this one. I sighed.

"Because honey, when your mommies were in school, we didn't like boys. We liked girls instead." I explained.

"Like more than friends?" Lisa was confused.

"Yes more than friends." I muttered. "So instead of getting married to a daddy, we got married to a mommy. So now you have two mommies. Does that make sense?" I asked, hoping I explained it simply enough.

"Yessir." Lisa stated.

"Good. Having two mommies isn't bad, it's just different." I added. Lisa nodded.

"Can we go eat snacks now? Tom and Jerry is on soon." She pleaded.

"Yes you can watch-"

"Spencer!" Emily cut me off. "She started a fight! I don't think Tom and Jerry is happening today."

Lisa's eyes widened, and I groaned.

"Lisa, do you promise to never fight someone again?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yessir."

"Okay. You can watch Tom and Jerry. But Lisa, if you get into trouble again, no Tom and Jerry for a week." I warned. Her eyes widened again, and I knew she wouldn't start a fight any time soon.

Emily rolled her eyes at me as Lisa walked over and turned on the T.V in the living room. I shrugged.

"She promised." I pointed out. Emily groaned, and walked over to the kitchen. I followed her, and we stood in the kitchen for a while.

"Spencer, I can't believe it. I thought we wouldn't have to deal with this until she was at least in third grade!" Emily frowned.

"I know. It'll be okay. We knew it would happen eventually, at least it wasn't worse." I pointed out. Emily nodded.

"I guess you're right." She paused as Lisa bounded into the kitchen. "Lisa, I know we said you could watch Tom and Jerry, but not until you write that letter saying you're sorry." Emily shot Lisa a pointed stare.

Lisa's demeanor sank. "Do I hafta?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes you have to."

"But I'm not even sorry." Lisa was confused.

"It's just the nice thing to do." I added. Lisa nodded, and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil off the desk in the kitchen. She sat down at the table, and started writing a note.

"Mommy, when I'm a mom I don't want a daddy either. Boys are meanies." She muttered. I laughed.

"You don't know that Lisa. Maybe one day you'll like boys more than friends."

Lisa made a face. "No way."

"Yes way. Maybe one day you'll like Peter." I added.

Lisa was horrified, and I chuckled.

"I'll never like Peter." She stated, completely serious. Emily rolled her eyes.

"Just write your letter."

Later that night, after Lisa was in bed, I sat on the couch with Emily.

"Parenting is hard." She groaned, as she leaned against me.

"It's not supposed to be easy. It'll be worth it though." I muttered. Emily sighed. I bent my head down and kissed her on the forehead gently.

"Don't let this stress you out. Everything will be fine. We have each other, and Lisa. What more do we need?" I laughed.

Emily smiled.

"God I love you." She grinned.

"I love you too Em."

We sat in peaceful silence before Emily shifted away from me.

"Did she finish her letter?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. Do you want to read it?" I offered, as I pulled the letter out of my pocket. She had given it to me to hold on to until the morning.

"That's okay. I'm sure it's fine." Emily yawned, and fell into me once more.

"Come on, let's go to bed." I stood up and offered her my hand.

Emily took my hand, and we walked over to our bedroom. We both collapsed onto the bed, worn out from the stress of the day.

We lay on the bed, curled into each other.

"Thanks for taking that explanation earlier." Emily yawned.

"No problem." I smiled, and stroked her hair softly.

"You know, she's as bad as you." Emily mentioned. I feigned a gasp. Emily rolled her eyes.

"Admit it. She has the same stubborn ass attitude as you." She grinned.

I sighed. "I know she does. I just hope it doesn't cause problems for her later."

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Emily sighed. I was almost asleep when Emily spoke softly.

"You turned out alright."