What Isnt Expected

Two: From The Beginning

Things, things, and more things to pack. This is so much and its so stupid. I love living here in Boston, but my parents...not so much anymore. I can understand why, but a whole life time seems to be wasted now,

My old friends won't miss me I'm sure of it. As soon as 15 hit, my life changed a whole 360. I lost my virginity and quickly became an adult way before I was supposed to. So, I no longer had time for them....Not even him. I didn't want my ex in my life anymore. He was nothing but trouble, increasing his bad reputation day in and day out. I definitely don't want him to have anything to do with my child.

"I go potty!" Henry bounces up and down, urging me to get the grimy muck off his bottom.

"Alright Kid. Let's get you changed." I grunt as I lift the chunky toddler in my arms. Henry is my son; he's two years old. Well, he's almost two at least and he's so full of life. I don't regret anything that led to this beautiful creation.

I lay the baby on top of his changing table. I tug at his pants and slowly open the diaper. My face grimaces at the smell causing him to laugh hysterically. "Mommy smell stinky!"

I chuckle and scrounge my nose in a teasing manner. "You need to use the big boy potty Hen."

I grab a handful of wipes and clean off the poop that covers his bottom. I make sure to clean thoroughly so no rash is left behind. Finally, the old diaper is replaced with a new one.

"I do it!" He exclaims, not even letting me pull up his pants. I smile at my beautiful baby boy, kiss his forehead, and gently place him back on the floor.

The boy waddles away, most likely to find dad, leaving me alone to pack our room. I really have a phobia when it comes to personal items; none of which I have. I just don't see the point in hoarding so many things because that's just what they are: things. But Henry, he has so much bull shit I've lost count. Our room is filled with it. From action figures to cars, from hardened play dough to annoying lego blocks that causes the worse pain when you step on them.

I sigh and throw out what I can, but save what he really holds dear. Like his Woody Doll. I chuckle, picking up the limp little thing. His stiff little companion laying beside him hardly goes unnoticed. I lift Buzz Lightyear in my hand but toss it in the box, leaving Woody and I to stare at each other. Just staring at him causes me to reminisce on my childhood. A great one if I do say so myself.

My finger hooks around the loop on Woody's back. I pull the drawstring and release. Slowly it retracts back in and he says, "There's a snake in my boot!"

A sudden tap on the door startles me. I quickly toss Woody into the the box and turn to the source,

"Almost done sweetie?" My mother asks sweetly. I look at my surroundings. You did one hell of a job Swan.

"Pretty much." I shrug. My hands continue to grab at things. I just hope that my mom takes that as her cue to leave, but she doesn't; she never does. She takes full steps into my room, holding Neal against her hip. I immediately know a lecture is coming, so I sigh.

"I didn't even say anything yet," she chuckles. I roll my eyes and begin to fold straggling clothes that lay across my bed.

"You don't have to...I just know." I give a look and she gives me a smile in return. I feel her soft hand on my shoulder, my gaze shoots up to look at a replica of my piercing green eyes.

"I know this is hard. There's so many memories here. You growing up, us experiencing our pregnancies together as mom and daughter. But really Em, its for the best. This little apartment is too small for us."