Tomboy {The Mighty Ducks}

XXXIII

"Did Dad call you? Is that why you look so upset?" Charlotte asked after Sierra had finally trudged through the front door of their house, her hockey bag over her shoulder.

"Good guess, kid. Where's Jason anyways?" She asked and Charlotte scoffed.

"He doesn't like us very much right now, well more specifically, he doesn't really like you. He thinks that I got the easy job. He also does not seem to be able to understand, why Dad isn't the 'Dad of the Year' anymore." Charlotte admitted and Sierra sighed, and she'd drop the bag onto the couch.

Sierra sat down next to the bag and Charlotte snuggled closer, and at her mom's smile, she moved in for a hug.

"Did I ever tell you, how I met your Dad?" She asked and Charlotte laughs at the mention of the story. "Okay, I won't tell you again. But, you should definitely get some sleep, young lady while I go and try to talk to your twin the Grump." She joked and Charlotte's laughter was worth it, and she hugged her mom and raced to her room.

Sierra walked up the stairs to her youngest son's room and when she went to knock on the door, she heard speaking on the other side.

"Why can't you come to parent-teacher night, Dad?! What do you mean that she said you could not show up?! You are our Dad, you can't just not show up when we need you!"

Sierra felt her heart breaking as Jason's voice was cracking with all the emotions, that the young tween had definitely not learned how to express yet, to anybody.

Sierra finally knocked on Jordan's door after there had been no talking for a while and he looked up at her in a rage, a terrible and scary rage. "You can't tell Dad what to do! You aren't his boss! He has every right to be here with us!" Jason shouts at her violently as Sierra's eyes were prickling now. "I cannot believe that you chose to keep him from us!" He shouted and Sierra's eyes blazed.

"You watch your tone, young man. I did not choose to keep him from you, he made his own choice. He left all of us. He left you. He left Charlotte. He left Jordan and Hayden. He left me here, to raise Jordan and Hayden, alone! He came back to Minnesota once to see me on my birthday, he left again, and then nine months later, it was you two who came along. I raised you two, alone. The last time you two got to see him? First day of first Grade and before that, it was your guys third birthday. He was never around and it's only now that he contacted me at all! So, sure, remember him as one of the heroes of the Mighty Ducks, and he is your father. But as far as history goes, your mother is your only parent and your uncle, is the only other family that you have outside of your four older siblings and your twin sister." Sierra spoke firmly, but her tone was harsher than she would've liked it to be and Jason threw what he had in his hand at the doorway and it was his phone, which happened to hit Sierra in the face.

Sierra looked at her son and the phone, it dropped onto the ground and the screen was cracked. "Don't you ever throw something at anyone again." She said as loudly as she dared and Jason slams his door directly into her face and Sierra walked toward the freezer to get herself an ice pack.

Her phone buzzed and it was Adam calling again. Sierra puts the ice pack onto the area around her eye, and she accepted the call.

"What do you want now, Adam? You have resorted to calling the kids now in order to blackmail me into letting you have a weekend with them? Are you just a corrupt lawyer now?" She asked harshly and Adam's quiet sigh was on the other end.

"Jason called me, Si, I swear that it was not the other way around. Why, you sound upset." Adam said and she scoffed at his words.

"Yeah, damn right I'm upset. Our youngest son, just threw his cellphone at me in a fit of terrifying rage and... it hit me in the eye. So, yeah, Adam, you could say that I'm upset." She said and something crashed on the other end and it rather actually sounded like he, Adam Banks, had knocked something over.

"He, what?" Adam snapped and Sierra laughed humorlessly at his angry and shocked sounding tone.

"What? You didn't expect that your fourth son would end up being just as anger-driven as the other three? I was not surprised in the slightest, though neither of the other three ever threw anything at me. Now that I can think about it. Maybe I should send you the picture of my black eye." She said and Adam said nothing on the other end, though another crash was heard. "Ok, are you throwing things or tripping in your kitchen?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, but I'm coming back. If he is throwing things at you now, he does need his father back in his life, whether his mother wanted him to be or not." Adam said as Sierra rolled her eyes at his statement, no matter if he couldn't see it.

"I appreciate the sudden enthusiasm for helping me, Banks, I really do. But if you really wanted to make a good, a difference in these kids' lives, you are about 6 years too late." She stated and she hung up the phone.