“Why is he bad at teaching, baby?” Dabi then asked, trying to keep a straight face but failing a little.
Koemi then went on to explain everything that he had done wrong, describing it all in great detail, then finished by throwing her hands up over her head and groaning with annoyance.
“I can do the teaching better on of him,” she said, looking out the window with the most vexed look on her face.
“Well, next time, I’ll invite you to teach us, ok?” Dabi said, looking back in his mirror again.
By the time he looked at the road again, he was at an intersection and the lights were amber. He didn’t know how long they had been amber for so he sped up to try and clear the intersection in time, but unfortunately the lights turned red as he crossed the line and sailed right through the red light, easily the only person in the crossroads and standing out like a sore thumb.
“Ah… fuck,” he grunted, looking around to make sure that he was all good…
And that’s when he eyeballed the officer in the car waiting at the lights adjacent to him.
Dabi’s face fell as they crossed paths and when he looked back and saw the officers lights on that’s when his stomach flipped and fell into his shoe.
“Daddy?” Ko asked from the back seat when she heard the siren coming from behind.
“Fuck.” Dabi put his indicator on and pulled over on the side of the road, sitting there with a pissed look on his face as he reached across for his wallet.
“Daddy? Is that the policeman?” Koemi asked with concern.
“Yeah.”
“Are they taking you to jail?”
“No, baby.”
“Did you do a bad thing?”
“Yeah. I went through a red light,” Dabi said in a stiff toned voice.
There was silence in the back seat for a bit and Dabi metaphorically sweated it out, waiting for the policeman to come to his window, his attention wholly on the pending ticket.
“Well, that’s shit,” Koemi’s voice wafted in from the back seat.
Thankfully, the comedic value of the line was not lost on Dabi and he cracked a smile, letting out a small chuckle.
“Yeah. It is,” he said with a small smile back to her as the officer approached Dabi’s driver side window.
“Good afternoon, sir, have you got your driver’s permit handy. please? I’d like to have a look at it,” the officer said seriously.
Dabi handed it out the window to the officer and smirked.
“I promise it’s not a forgery. I can actually drive, what you saw was not a true representation,” Dabi joked.
“Care to explain what happened back there?” the officer asked, lightening up a little.
“Sorry. Miss in the back seat distracted me,” Dabi admitted.
The officer ducked his head a little to see Koemi in the back seat, who was eyeing him silently and warily.
“Are you chatting to dad, are you?” the officer asked her.
“No. I don’t want to go to jail,” she said firmly.
“Fair enough,” he replied, “I won’t take you or dad to jail but I’ll be writing you up a ticket,” he said to Dabi.
Dabi nodded with resignation.
“You have a little one on board,” the officer said to Dabi, “best keep your eyes on the road and get everyone home safe.”
“Got it,” Dabi replied.
The officer nodded and told Dabi he would be back in a bit then left to go back to the police car to check things out with Dabi’s record, then write the ticket and come back.
“Is he a nice man?” Koemi asked.
“Well, he’s making daddy pay some money so that’s not nice… according to daddy,” Dabi sighed.
“I can give you some of my money,” Ko said.
“Money? What money?” Dabi asked her, looking back at her again.
“I borrow money from mummy’s wallet,” Koemi admitted calmly.
“Oh, you do, do you? I’d be very interested to see how much you’ve borrowed,” Dabi said with intrigue, “that might just help me out.”
“Ok,” she said happily, unaware that she had just given herself away.
The officer gave Dabi the ticket and advised him about contending if he wished to, and then he let him go with a well wish and a ‘get home safely’ and Dabi was free to go.
No sooner had they got into the house, Koemi was already exposing her dad.
“Daddy got in trouble with the Policeman,” she announced, which had you all kinds of worried, especially knowing Dabi’s family history.
“Daddy?” you called as he entered the house, “you ok?”
“Got a ticket for running a red light,” he grumbled.
“Oh no,” you said with dejection, “what happened?”
Dabi retold the story, including Koemi’s swearing and you shook your head and looked to make sure she wasn’t within earshot.
“Listen, I know you want to teach her to swear responsibly but I feel like she doesn’t really understand how to use it properly and she likes that she gets a smile or a laugh from you every time she uses a swear word correctly,” you said.
Dabi had to agree. Especially after today.
“Well how are we gonna stop her now since she’s had a day or two with being able to say what she wants?” Dabi asked.
“Again. That’s on you…” you said sassily, putting a hand on your hip and turning away with a ‘plumped up lips’ look.
“Don’t give me that attitude,” Dabi joked, “you’re supposed to get me out of the sticky situations I get myself stuck head first into.”
“Nah,” you called as you walked off.
Dabi grunted and sighed again.
“Gonna need Hanta’s help again…”
………………………….
Life continued on, and Koemi grew and grew. Before you knew it you were looking for pre-school places in the area to send her so she could meet some kids and get prepared for school.
Feeling your youth calling to you, you decided to send her to the pre-school near Nekoma primary and high school. You felt very nostalgic as you walked her to and from her pre-school each day, as some of the roads were the same ones you walked as a junior, and as a high schooler, all those years ago.
Ko loved her pre-school, as you imagined she would, and you also enrolled her in the local volleyball club which she thoroughly enjoyed.
She lived and breathed volleyball (the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree with this one) and she had developed herself as a budding ace, much to both your and Dabi’s delight.