Morning came blessedly slowly. You were not excited to wake up to the second round of the family gatherings. You had opted to sleep on the pull out couch in the living-room letting the general have your bed. The room was sparing, or at least, it was now. You parents had changed the room over to be a bedroom for guests, all artifacts of your childhood was "stored", but you knew, it meant that it was thrown out. All that remained was a single box of pictures and important nicknacks, but you deflated when you saw that most of your collected things had been tossed or otherwise given away.
The General had noticed your disheartened look when you took in the room, and he pressed a hand to your lower back in a silent question. You had deflected, much to his displeasure and wished him good night before hastily retreating to your chosen bed for the night.
A creek in the stairs had woken you, and you shot awake, the blaster kept beside you armed to Stun and aimed before your eyes had even opened. When they did, however, the general stood before you, hands raised next to his chest, and his eyebrow raised in mild interest. "Were you planning on being attacked in your own home, (L/n)?" He asked, his voice quiet so not to wake the rest of the family.
With a sigh, you turned on the safety and rubbed at your eyes, throwing the blanket from your legs. "No General Hux, Sir. I suppose I just never really relax." You had packed a set of clothing to change into, but with the events of the day, you were too tired to fully change, you sat in the black under trousers of the uniform, the legging like material comfortable and warm to sleep in, and the grey short sleeve undershirt of the uniform. You stretched and General Hux's eyes drifted to the window to see that the dawn was just barely turning the sky grey.
"I suppose I don't either." He mused, his hands clasping behind his back. You noticed that he was also in his uniform, the same from the night before, you noted at his missing option to change his clothes. You inwardly laughed at how uncomfortable that must be for him, yet he still managed to look perfectly composed.
To keep from staring too long, you stood, shrugging on a light sweater you had folded onto a nearby chair as you made your way to the kitchen to begin breakfast. The General followed a moment after, and you offered him a drink of water, which he accepted before sitting on a chair and the kitchen table.
Still only half awake, you puttered around the kitchen pulling everything needed for a traditional breakfast. You then moved to a rudimentary machine that was obviously built by your father, and examined its purpose. Smiling when you realized it was a Caff maker, you set it to work letting the smell of caffeine fill the small room.
When the general spoke, you nearly yelped in surprise, having forgotten that the man was sitting behind you. "Do you do this, every morning?" He asked, and you turned, leaning your lower back against the counter. The stance was more relaxed than you probably should have been when being addressed by your superior, but he seemed to have at least attempted to relax into the chair he was sitting in, so you allowed yourself the same luxury.
"Yes,sir. I'm generally the one responsible for taking care of the family. The Youngest daughter is basically given the responsibility for watching over the parents and the older siblings until there is another younger daughter, or until she is married." You supplied, turning as you spoke to start making the cake for the breakfast and to start preparing the meat that had been stored in the cooler for the exact purpose. The clock on the wall blinked at you that it was barely 4:30 in the standard morning. The rest of the family wouldn't start arriving until 7, but the cake would take at least two hours to bake and set, and there was still the breakfast for your family, let alone the legitimate army sleeping in the barn. Shit. You thought, your head dropping as you remembered that you also had to take care of the animals, and from last night, there was barely enough food for both animals for the morning, let alone the day.
