My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 11/Part 2: Bobby and Spike (TW: spanking, again lol)

A/N: Sorry, fam. I've been slow on updates. I've been slow on many things in my life lately, so please be patient. "Have mercy," as Jesse says on Full House. Please let me know if you're still liking this story. Tell me what you'd like to read next in the comments! 

Fonzie's POV:

Ugh. Kids. Now I've got two of 'em. You know what they say, double the kids means double the trouble. Can't wait. Trouble starts now. I can't believe it's the first day of Bobby and Spike being at the same school, and shit's already gone down. I honestly hope it's nothing major. I mean, this principal tends to overreact.

"Me? Overreact? Mr. Fonzarelli, your delinquent son started picking on the new kid, your nephew, Spike. That's not okay. Why would you think it's 'no big deal?'"

Geez Louise, Principal Higgins. Chill out.

"You know the saying–kids will be kids. C'mon, it's their first day being together at school. Cut 'em some slack."

"Deal with it, Fonzie, or I will."

"What is that supposed to mean? I'm the parent here, not you."

"I mean–I will not hesitate to lay down the law and suspend Bobby if he keeps acting out. First, it was Franklyn, now this. My patience is beginning to wear thin."

"Well, okay miss Highness–I mean Queen–Principal Higgins. I'll make sure to chat with Bobby, then send him back to class."

"No, I need him to leave the premises. What he did to that poor Spike is unacceptable. You can deal with him at home. He can come back with his attitude adjusted bright and early tomorrow for morning detention with me." Principal Higgins gives me the snarkiest side-eye I ever saw. How can she be so annoying yet so appetizing at the same time? Drives me mad.

"Ugh, fine. Have it your way. Where is he?"

She gestures toward her office door. "Waiting just outside in the hallway."

"Thanks a lot." My sarcasm gets the better of me sometimes, I know, but I'm seething. I can't help it. Not mad at Bobs though, mad at that tight-ass glorified teacher on her high horse. She deserves to be knocked down a few pegs.

Anyway, I smooth out my jeans and take a quick breath before meeting with Bobby to get his side of the story. I'm sure it'll be a doozy. He always has the coolest ways of telling stories.

I sit next to him on the bench, and the poor guy is crying up a storm. Not even a teacher in sight to comfort him. Couldn't the principal at least do that? I mean, c'mon now. Not cool. He's just a kid. "C'mere, my little rascal." I let him hop onto my lap, and I hug him for a while, singing softly to the tune of "Don't Be Cruel" by the King himself, Mr. Presley. He lets his little head droop on my chest, and soon his breathing matches mine. "Kiddo, tell me the truth. Did you actually start it?"

All he does is shake his head no.

"I didn't think so. So tell me what happened please. I need to know so I can set things straight with Spike."

Bobby looks up at me. "Why is he even here? He's not staying with us, is he?"

I breathe a sigh. I knew this'd be coming. I was afraid to even bring this up, but these things can't just be shoved under a rug. "Yes, he is in fact staying with us. At least for a while."

Bobby pouts. "But why? He's a meanie head."

"Because he's got two awful parents. That's why. 'Member when your mama left you with me? Well, both his parents left him, so to speak. He's only got me and you now for company."