My Famous Mom (one-shots)

Eat-TS

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Mother: Taylor Swift

Y/n age: 4

Y/f/in= Your first initial

Tw: refusing to eat? Long? I'm not sure I suck at writing tws
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Taylor

"Y/n. finish. it. Please" I say with pure desperation
"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. I. AM. NOT. HUNGRY!" she screams at me pushing her plate away.
"Don't yell at me please and Sweetheart you have to it's either this or......" I say pleading
I quickly jog into the kitchen grabbing the homemade smoothie I made, I found the recipe on this parenting website it's meant to help kids gain weight.
"The honey smoothie," I say sitting back down with a huff, I watch her grimace at the sight of it. I will admit it doesn't look the best and the taste is just average but I've tried everything, formulas like PediaSure and an array of homemade recipes. Y/n isn't eating enough, the doctor said if she doesn't get the protein or iron she needs, she could need a feeding tube. Truthfully I am terrified I'm running out of options, she is just really strong-willed and well, stubborn. I love that about her but it's affecting her health.

Y/n

Mommy is being annoying recently, trying to make me eat even when I've had enough! She even has the doctors saying I need to eat more.

"Mommy no. that's yucky," I explain scrunching my nose in disgust.
"how about...... Ice-cream! do you want ice cream? chocolate?" wow she's never offered me dessert before but I see what she's doing she's trying to get me to eat even after I said I was full and I don't like it when people make me do things, Mommy can because she's my Momma but I just don't want anything else to eat. I wanna play with Mommy than have her tuck me into bed, cuddle me and sing me a lullaby!
"no," I whisper
"Y/n baby please you have to eat more," Mommy says sadly I think she's about to cry
"I'm not hungry," I say again playing with my fingers out of guilt
"Fine you don't have to eat anything," she says sharply. I lift my head to look at her after she said this.
"But it means I put you straight to bed. No cuddles or lullaby." she continues making me glance at my dinner plate and then back at my hands resting in my lap.
"Oh." I sadly and almost silently respond.

I slump out of my chair and slowly and shamefully start walking towards the stairs and I hear Mommy get up behind me
"Y/n?" she says with tears still brimming her eyes, I didn't mean to make Mommy sad.
"We gotta brush your teeth. come on," she says sniffling, subtly wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She walks over to me, gently places me on her hip, gives me a big kiss on my forehead and cheek, and then takes me to the bathroom connected to my room. She helps me brush my teeth and then rinse my mouth out making me sad when I realize that Mommy probably hates me, she makes all these dinners and lunches and other food things and I don't finish them. Then I realise that there is a sippy cup full of PediaSure on my bedside table as she walks me to my bed letting go of my hand and placing me on it

"Mommy...... Can you please cuddle with me?" I ask with puppy eyes so maybe she won't see the tears that have started to come pouring out
"I can't y/n unless you drink the whole cup of PediaSure," she says firmly
"but it's a baby's drink I'm a big girl now! I'm almost a whole hand!" I say holding up my right hand to try to get my point across. she giggles slightly while looking down and moving my hand into my lap.
"It's not a baby's drink but I can't cuddle with you unless you drink it," she says firmly again but I can see in her eyes she's sad. I watch out of the corner of my eye Meredith walks out of my closet and sits in the doorway between it and the rest of my room.
"Y/n/n look at Mommy." Mommy continues softer but still firm
"Drink it now please so we can cuddle," she says voice full of hope
"No! I don't want to! you can't make me!" I snap but I instantly regret it. I start to cry harder and scream throwing my arms and legs about.