I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to remember where I was. Then I realized I was in my old room at my moms.

"Happy Birthday!"

I jumped a bit as Charlotte jumped out of no where, doing jazz hands.

"Thanks," I muttered, laying back down.

"Get up, Gabby!" Charlotte tried to grab my hands and pull me up, but I stayed as limp as possible so she was trying to carry dead weight.

Charlotte dropped me, "Your mom made you a birthday breakfast!"

My eyes flew open right away. Food.

"Fine, I'm getting up," I grumbled as I swung my feet over the bed and stretched my arms.

"I'll let you get dressed," Charlotte told me as she exited the room.

I watched her go. I had missed Charlotte, a lot. By the looks of it she was about four months away from having her baby.

I got up and looked in my closet as I tried to wake myself up. I picked out some black jeans with a Daniel Bryan shirt that was laying in my closet. I put it all on before I headed to the kitchen.

Mom was there, setting some good on the table. Charlotte and Zach were both sitting at the table.

"Where did Dean go?" I asked them as I looked around the kitchen.

"Probably to get you a last minute present," Charlotte commented.

My mom put some pancakes on the table and both Charlotte and Zach launched forward to get some.

I snorted and sat next to Charlotte.

My mom sat on my other side as all of us started digging in.

"So, what are we doing today, Gabby?" Charlotte asked me.

"Dean and I are going house shopping," I answered.

"That's no fun. You have plenty time to do that. It's your Birthday for crying out loud."

I shrugged her off.

"Anyways, I got you a present," Charlotte set a present on the table.

"Here you are, sweetheart," Mom set a bigger box next to Charlottes.

"Thank you," I grabbed Charlotte's and started to open it.

I opened it to find a coffee maker.

"It's a start towards the new house," Charlotte told me.

I looked at my Mom's box and opened it. A microwave.

"Thank you," I breathed. That made me with two less things to worry about.

The door opened and I looked over to see Dean walk in with a present in his hand.

"Look!" I cheered, pointing to the two gifts on the table.

"Awesome," Dean grinned as he handed me his present, which was a small bag.

"Did you just get that now?" I asked him.

"I had to," Dean said, a devious grin on his face.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Just open it!" Dean squeezed my shoulders.

"OK!" I exclaimed as I pulled some tissue paper. My hand covered my mouth when I spotted what was inside.

"What! What is it!" Charlotte exclaimed.

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