Hi can you please write more Ava Becker x daughter, I really like them.
Ava Bekker x Daughter!Reader
Requested: Yes, by anon - I hope you like it. Sorry it took so long to get to, I got (Badly) sidetracked.
Synopsis: Ava is called by her daughter's principal to come in for a meeting about her daughter's 'disrespectful' behaviour.
Warnings: Probably badly used isiXhosa. Fluff and general cuteness. Both Ava and Reader being badasses, etc, etc.
Word count: 1.8k
Gif is not mine, credit to the creator.
Ava pressed the red hang-up button on her phone, and her hands went to run through her hair, which she had taken down at the start of her lunch break. Connor looked up from his lunch, concern in his eyes, "Is everything okay?"
Ava snored, shaking her head. "That was Y/n's school. They want me to come in for a meeting about her behaviour after school." She stabbed her fork into the salad leaves in the box in front of her.
Connor raised an eyebrow, "Her behaviour? That's not like her. She's a good kid, a bit sharp tongued maybe, but she's just like her mom." Connor gave Ava a cheesy grin, causing her to playfully slap him with her hand lightly. Only making them both laugh and continue their lunch.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Connor asked, the seriousness returning to their previous conversation. Ava shook her head, her blonde, wavy hair obscuring her eyes briefly. "No, we should be fine. I have a feeling that I might get to use that sharp tongue of mine, however." Ava found herself grinning, using Connor's previous comment. They both finished their lunch before having to inevitably go back to their jobs.
As Ava pulled up to the school, scrubs still on, knowing that she would have to go back to the hospital after this meeting. Thankfully, Miss Goodwin had approved the next couple of hours off since the majority of her patients were mostly stable.
Chicago was warm this time of year, so much so that she knew that her car was going to be baking after this meeting. The car park and collection areas were mostly empty, with it being forty five minutes after pick up time.
Stepping into the high school was weird to say the least, it had been years since she had been to school, and it certainly was not one of this size or had an entrance hall of this grandeur.
Clearing her throat, she approached the office desk, where there was two members of staff working at desks. "Excuse me, I have a meeting with Principal Evers about my daughter, Y/n Bekker. I was informed of an incident of disrespectful behaviour."
One of the women looked up and smiled at her, "Of course, he has been expecting you. Miss Bekker is already in the room with him and the teacher who reported the behaviour. Principal Evers' office is that door on the right and then the 2nd door on the left."
Ava smiled at the woman and turned to walk to the door, which was pointed out to her. The office that she stepped into was filled with a various amount of trophies and awards that the school had earned over the last several years. Looking ahead, however, there was Principal Evers, her daughter and a somewhat frustrated looking teacher.
The man, principal Evers stood up and greeted Ava with a firm handshake. “You must be Mrs Bekker, please take a seat.”
“It’s Dr Bekker actually, for the record.” Ava smiled tightly as the man shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his tie nervously as he looked to the embroidered writing in her hospital scrubs.
“Right, I apologise.” Ava nodded, “it’s an easy misconception to make.” Principal Evers motioned for her to take the seat beside her daughter.
Ava looked to her daughter, matching brown eyes glinted back at her, her daughter’s lip bit from attempting to hold back her laughter.
Taking her seat, Ava sat straight, the same way it had been drilled into her as a young child. Her expression was neutral, yet not bored. It was uncanny the way both mother and daughter looked to be each other’s mirror.
“We appreciate you taking time out of your day to meet with us. I am sure you can understand how Miss Bekker's behaviour was disruptive to the rest of the class’s learning.” Principal Evers began, his hands pressed together, sitting in front of him on the desk.
“Of course,” Ava inclined her head, shooting a curious look in her daughter’s directions.
“Your daughter interrupted the lesson by speaking out of turn, contradicting a teacher and afterwards, refusing to apologise.” Ava nodded thoughtfully and took a moment before turning to her daughter, “is this true?”
Y/n answered almost immediately, “Yes, but-” she started but pauses when her mother holds up a finger, silencing her. It wasn’t a reprimand but Y/n let her voice died in her throat.
“Before we discuss the consequences of Y/n’s actions, I would like to clarify this situation.” Ava had turned her attention back to Principal Evers, “Of course.”
Ava cleared her throat, “so you are saying that my daughter interrupted a lesson. What task was being completed when she disrupted the class?”
The principal furrows his eyebrows, trying to make sense relevance of the situation. Looking back to the teacher and turning back to Ava, “ I do believe it was during a reading exercise.”
Ava nodded thoughtfully, was silent for a moment and when the principal went to continue what he was saying before Ava spoke before him, “which student was reading?”
The principal looked towards the teacher who shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of her boss and Ava, she glowered slightly when she noticed Y/n’s smirk, which was gone from her face before anyone else could notice, clearing her throat, “it was one of the weaker readers.”
Ava’s eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted to the right, “weaker by which metric?” Ava remained composed as she asked the questions, instead of this being a meeting about her daughter’s behaviour, it was being turned on its heels. The teacher hesitated under Ava’s dark, piercing eyes, “he struggles.”
Ava sits forward, curious, “In what metric? Is it fluency? Comprehension? Decoding?” She’s asked mildly, a frown taking over her face and having to repeat herself.
The room was thick with silence, the teacher opening and closing her mouth like a fish before coming up with an answer, “all of the above.”
Ava nods but the frown doesn’t leave her face, she glances over to Y/n. Her daughter was sitting there, eyes alight at watching her teacher squirm. She cleared her throat and gave her daughter a pointed look. Y/n’s gaze fell to look at her hands in her lap.
“How many times was the student asked to read aloud?” Ava pushed.
“I can't recall the exact number.”
Ava sits back in her chair slightly, relaxing, she had control of this conversation. “A range then. Was it twice, five times, seven?”
The teacher was quiet for a little before replying, “…several.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, “and when he was struggling, what intervention did you provide?”
“Well I encouraged him of course. As any good teacher would.”
“In what way?” Ava asked.
“Dr Bekker, I fail to see why this information is important. This meeting is to discuss your daughter’s behaviour and use of language.” The principal interjects, an attempt to regain control of the conversation.
Ava smiled, placating the man, “I agree. However I am establishing context.”
The teacher, who was already tense from the interaction, stiffened even more, “There was some disruption from the other students.”
“I’m assuming laughter, mocking behaviours.” Ava suggested and the teacher nodded, unable to speak. “And was it corrected?”
“Yes, I attempted to correct it.” The teacher replied tersely.
“And did my daughter join in with this behaviour?”
Ava nods again, relaxing back into the chair. Her voice calm, if not bored. “So the environment had already deteriorated before my daughter questioned your methods.”
The principal interjected again, “Regardless of the context of the situation, challenging a teacher using language like Miss Bekker done is unacceptable.”
Ava met his gaze, “I agree. However, I am interested in why the situation required a public correction at all.”
She was met with silence that stretched for a long time, smiling tightly she turned to her daughter. “What did you say, verbatim.”
Y/n raised her eyes to meet her mothers, “I said, ‘You should stop, it’s not helping him.’”
“And?” She raised an eyebrow.
“When that didn’t resolve it I said, ‘you’re being cruel.’” Y/n lowered her gaze at the end of the sentence, Ava frowned thoughtfully. “We will talk about this in the car.” She turned her attention back to the principal, “that word seemed to be the tipping point.”
Ava nodded thoughtfully, “was the behaviour itself addressed? Or was it the language used to describe it.”
The principal pressed his lips together, looking tense in his own right, “both, however the language was inexcusable.”
“Then our thoughts are aligned.” She stated, “my daughter used an imprecise forum, not an inaccurate assessment.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, so shocked that she had to stop herself from whipping her head up to not give herself whiplash.
The principal must have sensed he was fighting a losing battle and firmly addressed his next words, “we’re issuing a written warning and a the rest of the week with internal exclusion. Miss Bekker will still come to school but will be placed in a classroom without her classmates and will do her school work and have her recess independently.”
Ava smiled coyly, “that is appropriate. Rules must be upheld.”
The teacher relaxes, knowing the meeting was coming to an end, although a bit too soon. Ava spoke again. “I would recommend, however, that intervention strategies within the classroom for struggling readers be revised. It will prevent future disruptions.”
The principal replies, his voice now stiff. “We will take that into consideration.”
Ava nodded in reply, “Let us go, Y/n. I need to get back to work and you should be doing your homework.”
Sitting in the car was the next time Ava spoke on the drive home. “Did you see what I did?”
Y/n nodded slowly, “you had them define the problem for themselves.”
Her mother nodded, “Yes. They are more likely to change their methods, if spoken to calmly.”
“And you act like you know better.” Y/n muttered, grinning shyly at her mum who rolled her eyes.
“You made them uncomfortable.” She stated, Ava nodded, “That was not my intention, I wanted them to be precise.” Ava smiled slightly, “Their discomfort was merely a byproduct of their own making.”
Y/n smiled to herself before letting it drop, “so I shouldn’t have said ‘cruel’.”
“Like I said, your assessment was not wrong, however you voiced it wrong.”
Y/n found herself smiling despite herself. Silence fell between the two of them, enjoying the sound of the Chicago traffic around them. As Ava stopped outside their apartment building, dropping Y/n off home. Ava stopped her daughter before she closed the car door. “for the record, I am proud of what you did today.”
Ava smiled kindly at her daughter, proudness reflecting in her eyes. Y/n grinned back. “Ndiyakuthanda mama.”
As Ava was driving back to the hospital, she couldn’t help how proud she was of her daughter. She couldn’t condone her daughter sticking up to something which wasn’t ethically correct.
She also couldn’t wait to tell Connor about the laughable reason she was called into Y/n’s school for.
