What Isnt Expected

Twenty-Five

A/n: butt play involved

This is very important. My mind and body is focused on one thing and one thing only: be still. If I move I would ruin the most crucial moment in my life. This means the world to me especially since it is him who is doing the honors.

Henry came up to me and said 'I want to draw you mommy! But you have to be very still okay?'. I always wanted my portrait painted so why the hell not? Now I sit and watch as my little Prince focuses on drawing me.

That adorable lip is pursed. His eyebrows furrow in focus much like mine. He looks mean but that's just him showing how important his work is. While I have dreamy thoughts about my favorite little boy, I made a mistake and let out a relaxed sigh.

"Still mommy or I draw ma instead!" He scolds. I immediately straighten my posture. Despite my limbs aching, I force myself to keep as still as possible. You don't ever want to piss off Henry.

Footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer to us. Emma walks around me without saying a word, around the island, and past Henry towards the fridge. Hannah is snuggled close to her chest. I watch her every move curiously, still being sure to never move a muscle.

"Look Ma! I draw mommy." Henry waves his paper to show his master piece.

Emma pulls a bottle from the fridge and shakes it while looking over Henry's tiny shoulders. Her face shows nothing but amusement as she examines what he created.

"Great job kid. It looks just like her." Not only is she belittling me, she's being snarky and lowkey saying I'm ugly. Let's be honest, kids can only draw the best they can. Which brings the topic to her secretly saying that Henry drew me horribly.

She's mad, I get it. After she told me she decided on the abortion, I flipped out. Instead of drinking I should have been more understanding. There is the issue of her being pregnant the entire school year. If I force her to go through this, then she'd be miserable. She'd also be stuck at home to further remind me.

There's also the fact that she is the talk of the school. Even though she is quite popular for being a the soccer star, she's known around school as 'the girl who keeps her legs open'. That has to be tough. She just had Hannah and everyone believes she gave her away. I'm sure she'd be getting crap for that as well.

Bullying is not an issue as of yet, but I don't want to be the reason for it. I've worked with teens for so long and it's obvious on how they can get. They remind me of my mother, but my mother is like an evil teen on steroids.

As far as the alcoholic part goes, she's absolutely right. If our child came out with birth defects because of a selfish decision we made, I definitely would feel guilty for the rest of my multi-raced life. There is no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Emma has been sober, but since that day, which was two weeks ago, I have not. I drink every night and started smoking again. It was a mere shocker to her that I smoke; it never crossed my mind for me to tell her. This is also a big issue because school starts tomorrow. My mind hopes and prays that I could get through this bullshit I've conflicted on myself.

As a result, Emma refuses to really speak to me. We say little things here and there but that's it. Henry doesn't seem to notice or he's just probably too young to understand if he does. To add on to her anger, I still haven't given her an answer. There's no reason why I should have to.

"Yup! Mom's the beautifulest mom in the world." Hen's grin directs towards me while he says that.

There's no way I could fight the growing smile on my face. Henry is the joy to my soul. From the moment I met him, he filled a void in a way I never thought was possible. Although I love him, he is irking me. It seems that I can't smile at all. He yelled prompting me to straighten my face once again,