The Herondales
Emma reached up on the tip of her toes, trying to reach the silver plate; the one with the cookies on it. She tried to reach it with her hand, stretching her arm as much as she could.
She mumbled a word she had heard her dad use when he accidently walked on her brother Julian's Legos. Mom has said it was a bad word, never to be used. But mom wasn't there and Emma couldn't reach those cookies.
She had watched her mom bake them, had seen how her dad had leaned over and kissed her before he took Julian to baseball practice. Now dad and Julian weren't home and mom, well she wasn't there so… she was free to take whatever she wanted, and right now she wanted her cookies.
Emma tried again, almost climbing up on the kitchen counter, trying to get one of her mother's chocolate chip pieces of heaven. She could reach them, if she had longer arms or Julian.
Emma sighed, who was she kidding? She needed her brother if she wanted anything! No 6 year old would suddenly get long arms; unless she was some kind of super human or super hero. Like Iron Man.
"Emma?" a voice called. It was her mother. Emma jumped from the counter, trying not to look like she was doing anything she wasn't supposed to.
"Emma!" her mother called again.
"Yeah?" Emma called, walking towards the voice of her mother.
Her mother came into the kitchen; her red hair was up and there was blue paint on her nose. Emma smiled the most innocent smile she knew. That one smile that always made her dad buy her ice cream if he was picking her up from school.
"Dad called, he asked if we wanted pizza tonight," her mother said, "and I told him I would call him back after I asked you. So do you?"
Emma looked up at her mother. Pizza sounded like a good idea, of course not as good as the mountain of cookies on the counter, but still.
"I would like that" Emma said politely. Her mother smiled at her.
"Great, let me call dad and then we can set the table." Emma just nodded and smiled at her mom.
"Oh and honey?" her mom called, "If you want, we could have ice cream and cookies for dessert." Emma looked up at her mother, a beaming smile on her lips. Pizza, cookies AND ice cream, yes she would like that very much.
"Yes please," she smiled, jumping up and down.
"Okay sweetie, relax," her mother smiled placing her hand on Emma's head.
Her mother went into the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing a number.
"Hey love… yeah I talked to Emma….yes we want pizza, are you going to pick it up?" Emma didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She climbed the stairs and turned down the corridor to her room. Her blue painted white carpet room.
Emma liked her room; her mother had painted the walls to look like the ocean, all blues and light greens. The windows were tall and the carpet white, and when Emma sat down in the middle of her room it felt like being under the water, looking up and see the sun shining through the waves. Emma loved it.
Once her mom and dad had taken her and Julian on a vacation, they had been on an airplane for hours and mom had told them that they were going to a land called Spain. Emma had hated the long flight, she wasn't like Julian who could sit still for hours and draw with their mom or read with their dad. No, Emma needed to do something and the long flight had been worse than when aunt Izzy had made her wear a tutu.
But when they were there, mom and dad had taken her and Julian to the sea, and the water there had been so clear and to nice that Emma had promised herself never to forget it.
Emma loved the sea; she loved the sound of the waves and the feeling of sand between her toes. But what she like the most was the freedom of the water, when her dad would throw her up in the air and catch her again or when Julian would teach her how to dive. Those were some of the best times.
Emma crawled onto her bed and reached under the pillow. When her hand came back she was holding her favorite adventure time comic, the one where Finn was holding his sword high. She loved that issue.
"Emma!" someone called. She couldn't help but smile, it was Julian's voice, "We're eating!"
"Coming!" she yelled back, before jumping down from her bed and walked out the door and down the stairs.
Julian sat at the table when Emma came down. He smiled at her and Emma couldn't help but grin back when she saw him, there were bits of grass stuck in his hair, and he looked like he had been rolling around in the dirt.
"What did mom say?" Emma asked.
"That I need a shower after dinner," Julian said, before he stood up and walked over to Emma, helping her up on her own chair.
"I don't need help," Emma protested, but Julian just smiled at her and ruffled her hair.
Julian was 4 years older than Emma, and was in every possible way an older brother, but even if Emma sometimes hated him for always standing in her shadow, she still really loved him.
"Where are Mom and Dad?" she asked, when Julian was sitting on his own chair again.
"In the kitchen, kissing I think," Julian said it like it was nothing, but Emma still made a face.
"Eww," Emma said, kissing wasn't really on her to-do list.
"Eww, what?" her dad suddenly asked as he was walking in from the kitchen. His light brown almost golden eyes shined with amusement.
"You were kissing Mom," Emma said; Julian rolled his eyes.
Her dad laughed, it was a sound Emma would never get tired of. It was one of those sounds that in her world meant family.
"One day honey, you are not going to mind kissing," her mother said, coming in from the kitchen carrying plates full of pizza. Her dad wasn't laughing anymore.
"Don't listen to your mother Em, all boys are gross and kissing is only for parents." Dad said sternly.
"Wow, thanks Dad," Julian said, "It's really nice knowing that your own dad thinks you're gross." Julian said it in a way that made Emma think that he was just joking, Julian sometimes did that and Emma thought it was kind of funny. It also reminded her of her dad.
"Sweetie, you are not gross," her mom said and picked some grass out of Julian's hair, before she winked at Emma.
"Thanks mom," Julian smiled.
"You're welcome," she said before kissing his cheek, "Now let's eat."
Emma looked at her family, at her mother's red hair and her father's golden eyes, at Julian's freckles and his superman shirt. She loved her family and she knew that they loved her, because that was just how the Herondales worked.
IT IS DONE!
There may be a sequel, but right now I am working on something else, yes it is also TMI but with a bit of TID. The next fic will kind of like the movies Valentine's day and New Years Eve, with a lot of different stories who somehow ends up tighter
Until next time
Eva