What Isnt Expected

Three

The warm summer sun shines brighter than it ever could, waking me up from my peaceful sleep. My limbs stretch and my fingers rub at my eyes. The sweet smell of cinnamon bun fills my nose instantly when I take in my first deep breath. I don't bother checking for Henry because I always wake up alone. Henry and my mother are morning birds and she usually comes in to get him.

I kick my feet over the bed and slide them into my warm slippers. I run my hands through my disheveled hair as I make my way to the bathroom. I always brush my teeth as soon as I wake up. The morning taste in my mouth makes me feel icky.

Once I'm done, I splash cool water in my face to wake myself up completely. I can see clearly now and the fog from my mind is gone. Today we are moving. I'm still not happy about it. I actually don't think that I will ever be okay with it, but I have no control of the situation.

"Good morning!" My mother sing songs with a big smile. I give a small smile in return and slide onto the island stool with ease.

"Morning," I hum softly, letting reality sink in. My mother turns back to the stove only to turn back again again with a plate of freshly baked cinnamon buns.

"Oh god! I'm in heaven!" I whimper as I greedily reach for two of them. She chuckles and humorously shakes her head.

First, I always savor the smell of my food before I take a bite. Inhaling the deliciousness makes my mouth water. My mouth opens wide to prepare to take this huge bite. My teeth breaks the steamy bun; it melts against my taste buds. The cinnamon is soooo good. Humming out loud makes me realize how quiet it truly is in here. I look around to find that my dad nor the babies Are anywhere in sight.

"Where is everyone?" I question while I chew. Mom leans against the counter behind her with on hand; she gives a small smile.

"Your Dad took the boys to say goodbye to everyone. Everything's already in the moving van Em." My mother informs. My mouth drops open at the newfound info.

"Wait! What time is it?" I gasp. My mother chuckles again and points to the digital clock on the microwave. I frown at the blocky green numbers: 11:27....

"So hurry up. Eat and wash so we can get on the road." She encourages. I groan inwardly, hating that I cannot take my time with the food made from the gods. I have to scarf it down and it fucking sucks.

I strip out of my pj's as soon as I get into the bathroom. I packed a book bag with clothes and things I may need for a morning shower, so I grab that as well.

The moment I step into the bathroom I turn on the shower and wait a few seconds for it to heat up. All the while, I keep thinking about this stupid move and how it could potentially ruin my life. I still think about it when I get in. I scrub off all of the sweat I gained while sleeping and the dirt out of my hair.

In record time I'm finished. I have on jean shorts with a thick strapped tank top. My teal vans match the shirt. As always, I throw my curly hair into a pony. This is typically my normal Emma Swan look. I never come off as a tomboy but I'm not too much of a girly girl either.

When I exit my room, the familiar noise in the apartment is now heard. Neal and Henry are squealing with pure joy, running around trying to find something to do with each other. My parents are conversing with enthusiasm like they always do.

As always, Henry runs into my thighs as soon as he sees me. I ruffle his hair and lift him onto my hip. My adorable baby rests his head in the crook of my neck and sucks on his thumb.

"Are you ready to see your big new home?!" I fake enthuse, but he doesn't notice. Henry lifts his head just a little to smile at me for a brief moment,