Billie Eilish and her daughter one shot

Dinner tantrum

Amelia 5yo

Billie Eilish sat at the long wooden dining table, adorned with an array of colorful dishes, lovingly prepared by her mother, Maggie. The familiar scent of roasted vegetables wafted through the room, mingling with the laughter and chatter of her family. To her right, her five-year-old daughter, Amelia, was nestled in a high-backed chair, her tiny body looking even smaller in comparison.

Amelia had been fighting sleep all afternoon, stubbornly refusing to take a nap. Now, the consequences of her decision were apparent. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and she clung tightly to her favorite stuffed bunny, "Bunny," while suckling on her pacifier. Her tousled brown hair framed her tired face, and her eyes, identical to Billie's, were starting to glaze over.

"Amelia, sweetheart, are you okay?" Billie asked gently, brushing a strand of hair out of her daughter's face.

Amelia nodded weakly but didn't say anything, her pacifier bobbing slightly with each breath. Billie exchanged a knowing look with her mother, Maggie, who sat at the other end of the table, beside her husband, Patrick.

"Maybe she's just a bit overwhelmed," Maggie said softly, her voice full of grandmotherly concern.

Billie nodded, turning her attention back to Amelia. "Do you want to play with your toys, Amelia? You can have Bunny help you with your blocks," she suggested, trying to engage her daughter in something that might distract her from her exhaustion.

But Amelia shook her head vigorously, her grip tightening on Bunny. "No, Mommy. I want your phone," she mumbled around the pacifier.

Finneas, Billie's brother, and his girlfriend, Claudia, shared a look from across the table. "How about we play a game, Amelia?" Finneas offered cheerfully, leaning forward. "We can play 'I Spy' or something fun."

Amelia's lower lip began to tremble. "No, I want Mommy's phone," she insisted, her voice rising.

"Amelia, l've already told you no," Billie said firmly but kindly. "You can play with your toys or listen to Uncle Finneas tell a story, but no phone."

The frustration and tiredness finally bubbled over. Amelia's face crumpled and she began to cry, big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. "But I want it, Mommy!" she wailed, her small hands pounding the table.

Billie sighed, feeling the eyes of her family on her. She leaned in closer to Amelia, trying to calm her. "Sweetheart, crying and throwing a fit won't change my answer. You can play with your toys or listen to a story, but no phone."

But Amelia was past reasoning. Her cries grew louder, and she started kicking her feet against the legs of the chair. "I want it! I want it!" she screamed, her face red and blotchy from crying.

Maggie and Patrick shared a sympathetic look, remembering their own days of dealing with young children's tantrums. Finneas and Claudia watched helplessly, unsure of how to help.

Billie took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of frustration and sympathy for her daughter. She stood up, lifting Amelia into her arms despite the girl's struggles. "Alright, little one, I think it's time for a break," she said, her voice soothing.

Billie carried her wailing daughter, Amelia, to the living room, each step feeling heavier than the last. Amelia's cries echoed through the house, her small body wracked with sobs and frustration. Billie settled onto the plush couch, cradling Amelia in her arms, trying to soothe her daughter with gentle rocking.

"Amelia, sweetie, calm down," Billie whispered, her voice tender but firm. "You can't have my phone right now. It's time to relax."

But Amelia's tantrum only intensified. Her screams grew louder, piercing the quiet of the living room. "I want it, Mommy! I want your phone!" she demanded, her tiny fists pounding against Billie's chest.