Celine's POV: Being called by the school principal wasn't on my agenda for today, but here we are. i get out of the car and walk up to the building, opening the doors. "hi, i'm here to see the principal about my son, Martin Angel Meier." the lady at the desk nods and guides me to the office. i knock on the door and hear a "come in" from the other side and i enter. there, i see my son sitting in a chair swinging his feet back and forth. "Hey mom" he cheers, getting up out the chair and hesitantly hugged me. i take a seat in front of the principal's desk, with Martin next to me. "who hurt you, Martini?" i gently rub my fingers over the marks under his eye. "Martin here got into a fight with an other student" my eyes widen "what was the reason?" the older man shrugs his shoulders "he won't tell anyone." i look down at Martin and poke his side. "what's up, bud? why'd you fight that kid?" Martin crosses his arms "Stellan said that uncle Erik was better than dad." it takes everything in me not to laugh. i look at the principal who looks very confused. "i'm so sorry for all the trouble. My husband is a hockey player. Erik is one of his teammates, as well as Martin's uncle." he nods, then looking at Martin."Martin, i understand that you love your dad, but we don't do that here we either take it out on the ice or the ring" Martin nods. The principal then looks at me again. "we're just going to give him a week out of school suspension." i give him a nod and thank him, saying goodbye. with Martin's backpack on one of my shoulders, and one of my hands holding his, we make our way out the school and to the car. "seatbelt, kiddo." i say as i get into the driver's side. i look in the rear-view mirror and see him snap it into place. "I know" i then back out the school and head home. "Mom, can we have spaghetti for dinner?' "absolutely. with garlic bread?" i look back at him and he nods. "let's go make a grocery trip then" "ok Martin No estoy feliz de que hayas peleado en la escuela. and not on the ice or ring but did you win?" "yea, I mean do you know my parents,a hockey player and a wrestler." I smiled "ok good." I said as we make a stop at the grocery store. i needed to do a grocery run anyways. we then get to the cereal aisle and i can't make a choice. "okay Martin. do we get cookie crisp, or honeycombs?" i hold out both cereal boxes and he points to the cookie crisps. he was just like his mother. i set the box in the shopping cart and continue on with the shopping. once everything's been checked out and placed in the trunk, then we head home. When we arrive there, Timo's car is parked in the driveway. he's home from practice. since there weren't many bags, i can carry them in one trip. i told Martin to unlock the door. Martin pushes it open and runs inside. "Dad! we're home!" Timo then comes into view and hugs Martin making him laugh. i walk into the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter and Timo following me. "woah! look at that shiner you got there." Martin laughed "who did this to you?" Timo then looks at me for an answer. "what happened?" " Martin fought a kid at school" Timo looks back at Martin and pokes him, making him squirm. "why'd you fight a kid? And at school we've told you either on the ice or ring." he slightly frowns and crosses his arms, looking at me. Timo then looks at me as well, awaiting a response. "some kid-" Martin cuts me off. "Stellan," he says coldly. i hold my hands up in surrender. "right. my fault. Stellan told him that Erik was better than you." Timo laughs as Martin sat on the kitchen island. "i'm glad that you're sticking up for me when i'm not there, aber das bedeutet nicht, dass Sie sich dort mit ihnen prügeln." Timo points at him and Martin nods. i turn around and go to put up the groceries. "did you win?" i turn back around and place my hands on my hips. " Timo Meier, do you know his parents,a wrestler and a hockey player." "True, we raised a little mma fighter. gotta bask in his glory." he said as he turned his back to Martin and he went in his back. i go back to the groceries and hear them laugh, Timo walking away with Martin . After we ate our spaghetti and garlic bread, Martin was then sent to bed and not long after, Timo and i called it a night as well. "being a parent is so difficult," he breathes out. i tilt my head up to look at him since i was resting my head on his chest. "True,but we literally encouraged him to go out and fight more kids." Timo and i laugh and he places a kiss on my head. "i wouldn't say encouraged. i would say... constructively criticized." i roll my eyes "i need sleep. it's too early for this." "baby, it's 11 at night." "exactly." ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Words:988 Started:1/20/23 Ended:1/20/23 (Not my original story but I added my own touch to it)
abet das bedeutet nicht, dass Sie sich dort mit ihnen prügeln-but that doesn't mean you fight them there
No estoy feliz de que hayas peleado en la escuela.-I'm not happy that you fought at school.
