Her birthday

A\N:  Merry Christmas, my Angels. This is my present for you guys and it's another  SwanQueen family fanfic where everyone but Regina forgets Emma's birthday and Regina finds out why she really hates her birthday.

I don't know where this one is going to go, but enjoy this oneshot, Angels.

She's always hated her birthday and not just for the obvious reason: that she was abandoned by her parents on her birthday. She shakes her head to rid herself of the memories that accompany today. She walks down to the kitchen where her parents are.

"Morning, sweetie." Her mother says, her eyes not leaving her husband's. It's not like she's even there, which isn't nothing new to her. She's used to being invisible.

"Morning." She replies, going to pour herself a cup of coffee. She pours it into a travel mug and leaves the loft without another word to her parents.

She didn't even get a happy birthday from either of them, she was hoping to at least get a hug. She shakes her head as she drives to Granny's for breakfast with Regina and Henry, Regina's idea for all of them to spend more time together in the mornings before work and school. 

Regina frowns when she sees Emma waiting for her and Henry in a booth at Granny's, wiping tears off her face. Her frown deepens the closer she and Henry get to the blonde woman.

Something is wrong with her. Regina thinks to herself as she and Henry slide into the seat opposite Emma who is now looking down at the travel cup in her hands.

"Is everything okay, Emma?" Regina asks after they've ordered their breakfasts. Emma looks up from her plate and looks at the brunette woman.

"Everything's fine." She lies but Regina doesn't call her out on it, not in front of their son.

"I have to get going. Have a good day at school, kid." Emma says, getting up with her travel mug of coffee and leaving Granny's before Regina can say anything to prevent her from leaving.

"Do you think she's okay, Mom?" Henry asks once the door behind Emma, Regina sighs, her eyes on Emma's untouched plate of cinnamon pancakes.

"I don't know, Henry, something feels off about her today." Regina answers, she can't help but feel that something is off about Emma, and she's going to get to the bottom of it.

One way or another.

Emma arrives at the sheriff's station before David, which doesn't exactly surprise her given the fact that he was staring into Mary Margaret's eyes like he was spell bound to do.

"You left the loft early." David says. Emma doesn't look up from her paperwork.

"Yeah, I had breakfast with Regina and Henry at Granny's." She answers. Not that I ate anything. She adds in her head.

David goes on patrol not long after he comes into the station, leaving her alone.

She sighs sadly as more tears well up in her eyes, much like in Granny's just before Henry and Regina sat down.

Before she came to Storybrooke, her birthday was just another day for her, another day she spent alone with no one to celebrate with her, so she didn't know why it would be any different after she found her family and had friends. It's her birthday and no one, not her parents, her friends, nor her son (though she doubts Henry knows her birthday to begin with given that he's only celebrated Regina's every year and not hers), wished her a happy birthday. It's just another day for her, to everyone in her life.

She shouldn't be this upset over no one remembering her birthday, after all she didn't have anyone to remember her birthday before she moved from Boston but she hoped it would change once she moved permanently to Storybrooke and found her family and made friends, though obviously she had gotten her hopes up, but still it would've been nice if someone remembered and gave her a card or at the very least a happy birthday, regardless of if she hates this day or if it's not even genuine.