((Most of my stories will have several parts))
Ivy had woken up later that morning, a soft fuss coming out of her mouth since her mother was sleeping. Sage groaned softly, but woke up rather quickly to tend to her daughter. Sage pulled her daughter under her own blanket, warmth taking over Ivy as she calmed down, resting her head on Sage's chest. Sage smiled softly as she wrapped ivy up in her soft grey blanket, before going into the kitchen to grab a sippy cup of apple juice she made the night before.
Sage carefully offered the sippy cup to her princess, but it was quickly declined by Ivy. Ivy took the cup and threw it on the ground, fussing loudly. Ivy's ren had woken up at this point, already in the kitchen making coffee. Sage gave Ivy a small warning "Not to throw the cup again or she would go in timeout, and if she wanted something else she would need to use her words." Ivy didn't listen to her mother and threw the cup again. Sage sighed softly as she put the cup on the table, before picking up Ivy and putting her in a corner in the living room for being bad.
Ivy had lost it at this point, her sobbing and screaming ringing through the house. Ivy's ren was quickly alerted, But sage told them what was happening, so they quickly backed off. Three minutes had gone by before Sage went to deal with her ballistic daughter.
Sage sat on the floor infront of her daughter getting automatically clinged to. She held her daughter close making sure her baby was okay. "Ivy baby, why did mumma put you in the corner?" She said softly, expecting a response. Ivy Sniffled a bit before responding. "B-because.. I didn't w-wunt to use... my words.. and threw sippy..." She stuttered softly. Sage nodded softly before grabbing a tissue, wiping ivys nose and tears. "Now what do you say to mumma?" She said softly, holding her baby in her arms, Ivy's ren watching. "I-im sorry..." she said softly, clinging to her mumma. Sage nodded softly as she walked back into the kitchen.
"Now... what do you wunt instead of apple juice?" She mumbled softly. "I dun want it in that cup... i wunt it in a bottle." Sage nodded softly as she grabbed a bottle that she used to put Ivy to sleep. Sage carefully poured the contents into the new bottle, before putting the cap on and grabbing ivy, taking her to the living room.
Sage carefully sat beside her significant other who was working on finishing their coffee. She carefully positioned Ivy across her lap, half way holding them bridal style, before sticking the tip of the bottle to Ivy's mouth, the little girls lips latching onto it. Sage smiled as she layed back, relaxing from that emotional breakdown Ivy had.
