I really have no idea why I'm doing this, except for the reason that a new plot wouldn't leave me alone after watching an animatic. I got inspired and distracted for the whole week because of it, so…

DAMN YOU, PLOT BUNNIES!

…But yeah, I couldn't even focus on 'Little Rose' without this story popping up, so I gave in and wrote a completely new story.

Maybe people will like it, maybe not, but without further ado… Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Seriously, I own nothing.

Beginnings

I don't know about anyone else, but I hate mornings. And when I mean hate, I mean I loathe it with the fury of a hundred savage beasts. The mornings themselves return that loathing with the passion of a thousand suns.

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…I seriously need to get out more.

Anyway, with the fancy vocab and all put aside, it's true. If I could, I would absolutely dim down the sunrise to plain darkness. Especially since my bedroom window faces the east.

Ergo, the sun always hits my room in the mornings.

Being woken up and half blinded by that giant burning ball of gas in the sky does not help the nonexistent patience that I have when I usually wake up. But don't worry, I'm not a complete pessimist. The sun is meant to be big, bright, and strong so that the light could support the life on this planet.

My morning blindness was easily solved by a pair of thick, dark blue curtains that I was given from my mother-in-law. It was a housewarming gift when I had first moved into my newly bought house. With a pair of curtains and a pipping hot bowl of her awesome stew, they easily became my favorite gifts.

But all of that happened almost three years ago. Now, it feels like I've been in this house for my entire life. The two-story building was more isolated than any usual suburbs, but I love it for that. The open and clear skies are always beautiful to look at and are better for my sons: Olaf, Marshall, and Elijah.

The three of them are the loves of my life for they had made my entire life worth living. It may sound like I'm exaggerating, but really, I'm not.

Their father and my husband, Kristoff Bjorgman, was my best friend since the two of us were in diapers. Our love story isn't really unique: we grew up together, fell in love over time, went to prom together, married each other before we started college life, went to the same college, and graduated on the same year.

I know that it sounds like we were attached to the hip, but we did and still do have our differences. I love Star Wars, while Kristoff loves anything and everything Star Trek. I wanted to be an English teacher, while Kristoff wanted to be a computer engineer. Kristoff succeeded in his dreams, while I didn't.

…Okay, that last one sounded too depressing. What I should have said that I found a new dream. I always loved my English classes and loved books in general. I finished the four-year part of my college life and got my Bachelor's Degree, but before I could actually get my Teacher licensure, I became pregnant. With twins.

So, I stayed away from anymore school related stuff and cut my hours on my part time jobs. But as much as my family and Kristoff's family tried, I grew bored. And when I get bored, I write. It was a habit that I picked up when I was small and has never really gone away. From little rants on the edges of my notebook to forcing myself to finish some essay, writing helped in keeping my brain all calm and focused.

At that time, I began to write for my future sons. With some illustrative help from my cousin and a hard cover, little kid books on friendly yetis and traveling butterflies soon began to fill the little bookshelf for them. It was all fun to me, but my husband had an ingenious streak in him.

Try to imagine my surprise when he brought up the topic of me being an actual writer? Seriously, I was. I never really gave much thought of being a writer because I wanted to teach others how to write themselves. But Kristoff saw that I was wilting away from boredom as the pregnancy continued. So, I gave it a shot.

A hop, a skip, and a leap later, I became the mother to Olaf and Marshall Bjorgman and a somewhat accomplished writer. I'm no Doctor Seuss, but I made a pretty awesome impact with my books.

I guess miracles do happen, huh?

Anyway, I loved my new job. Being my own boss and having so much more time with my sons was a blessing that I could have never imagined. Kristoff was the best father for them and both sides of the family loved those boys. My life was nearly perfect as the years past by. More books were written, the boys grew up, and Kristoff was still the man I loved. So much so that on Olaf's and Marshall's sixth birthday, we told them about an extra special present: that the two of them were going to be big brothers.

I still wished that I had a camera ready when I told them. They were so happy and poor Olaf began to cry with how happy he was. He couldn't stop yelling that he was going to be the best big brother ever as he hugged my belly gently. Marshall was always my quiet child, but I could still see the excitement in his eyes as he too hugged me and his unborn baby brother.

In all the happiness, there was one snag: the apartment that we lived in for years could not hold another child. As a family, we began house hunting across our little county, but the news spread fast and soon, my in-laws, parents, cousin, and sister began to join in. It didn't take long before we found a beautiful house. Two-stories, a large lawn, a forest to the back and west, while farmland was to the east of the house. The pavement of the street was pretty good and the walkway to the house only needed a bit of weeding to be done. The house itself was a bit out of the ways, but it wasn't isolated as we were able to talk to our neighbors pretty easily.

Also, it was a bit of a fixer-upper, but it wasn't in need of extreme renovations. An overgrown yard, some messed up electronics, and a few unfamiliar animal tracks were the worst of our problems with the place. But it was nothing that a good lawnmower and a couple of calls to the electrician and animal control couldn't handle. The whole family pitched in and got the place looking as awesome as it could get before the contractions started.

At the end of that day, I was a mother to my dear Elijah. But the pregnancy wasn't as smooth as with the twins. The contractions started sooner than was planned, and Kristoff raced like a madman to get me to the hospital. Elijah was born premature, and his lungs were not as strong as the doctors would have liked, but we got through.

It wasn't easy, but we got through.

And finally getting out of that hospital with my new baby boy was the most freeing experience that I had in a long time.

Then, the family gave me the surprise of my life as we didn't drive to the apartment, but up to the house. My sneaky husband and his sneakier family got everything settled with the landlord and moving company to get the new house ready for little Elijah. They even prepared a little post-baby shower for us. The hormones kind of kicked in soon after and made me into a happily crying mess.

After that, I thought that life would be good. More books to write, more memories to make, and more milestones to reach, right? It should have been. My life was pretty awesome. Even if some people would think that it's boring, I had all that I needed. A loving family, good food, great health, and a clear future.

I wasn't looking for adventure, but I soon found out that it was looking for me.

You see, we never really checked to see if someone, or something, was already living in our new home. We had to find that out the hard way.

AN: Yep, it's all my fault. I got distracted. …Again. But I kind of like my train of thought on this little story. I got a plan and a bit of an outline for the plot, but besides that, I'm making this up as I go along.

But I'm going to make one thing clear: Little Rose is still my main writing focus. I'll flicker between this one and Little Rose, but I'll be spending more time on the latter. But you can all count on me to complete each and every story I do. That's a certainty.

Also, if any are interested in knowing the animatic I got inspired from, don't be afraid to ask. If you all don't want to know, then okay. Sit back and enjoy this little show.

And as always: comments, concerns, and informed critiques are always welcomed around here.

So, until next time, Au revoir.

P.S. DAMN YOU, PLOT BUNNIES!