Author's Note: This story takes place 10 years after Coming Back Around.
Robin came running into the living room when she heard Stephanie's frustrated call. "What is it sweetie?"
"Would you please talk to dad and explain to him that I am doing this?" Stephanie pointed at Patrick who was pacing the living room furiously.
"Over my dead body! There is no way my daughter is going to be a, a…"
Robin couldn't help it, she laughed out loud. Patrick glared at her so she looked at Stephanie. "Why don't you go upstairs and finish your homework while I talk to your father, okay?"
Stephanie smiled – she had her mom on her side which meant the battle was already won. "Thanks mom."
Robin watched the 13 year-old bounce up the stairs and then turned to her husband. "Sit!"
"I'm not a dog Robin."
"Well, if you don't want to beg tonight, you will sit down right now and listen to me." Robin smirked as Patrick took a seat on the couch. She sat down beside him.
"Babe, she's growing up, she's not that same little girl that curled up in your lap and watched the races with you. She wants to do this."
"But cheerleading Robin, my daughter running around in a little skirt while all those boys…"
Robin turned his head so he was looking at her. "Our daughter has been in dance and gymnastics since she was three, it shouldn't surprise you that she wants to do cheerleading." Patrick sighed but Robin didn't let up. "She is outgoing, intelligent and beautiful. Just like with Emma, boys were always going to be an issue. You just got lucky that Emma wasn't interested in cheerleading, she could have easily done it as well."
Patrick knew Robin was right but it didn't mean he had to like it. "Stephanie and I have already talked about it. She is still doing Mathletes and she has to maintain at least all B's or she is off the squad, the same requirements we have for all the kids regarding after school activities."
"Robin, you already talked about this without me?"
"Just like you did with Mal and the racing." Patrick had the good sense to at least look a little shamed. Two years ago their then 12-year old son had wanted to start racing go karts like his dad had done. Patrick had given his consent without even discussing it with Robin. "All Stephanie is doing is trying out – she hasn't even made the squad yet."
"Let's face it Robin, the try-out is just a formality. Our daughter making the squad is a foregone conclusion." Patrick gave in – he had learned over the years when he was fighting a losing battle.
Robin smiled at him. This was one of the many reasons she loved him, his love and protectiveness of their children. "So I will pick her up from try-outs tomorrow if you will get RJ from baseball practice." Mal had his racing but his 10-yr old little brother was turning out to be quite the pitcher.
"Okay, just let me know how she does as soon as you pick her up. Deal?"
Patrick wrapped his arms around Robin and held her tight. Over twenty years together and they still fit perfectly in each other's arms. He looked down at her. "Come here."
"But the kids…"
"are in their rooms with their headphones on. I want a little preview of what I'll be begging you for later."
Robin threw her head back and laughed, then wrapped her arms around her husband's neck began kissing him. Neither one of them heard the door open just a couple of minutes later.
"Oh my God!"
Robin jumped off Patrick's lap and turned red as she realized who had just interrupted their make out session.
There in the doorway stood their oldest daughter, Emma and her boyfriend Cam Spencer. Robin smiled at the couple. "Hi?"