Sage rolled her eyes playfully at the womanās denial over knowing anything about Asherās actions, despite, at least according to her sister herself, being on the direct receiving end of some of those actions. While Asher slapping Vivienne wasnāt her reason alone for kicking the woman out of her house, it definitely played a part in the decision she made. Ultimately, though, she had watched her sister devolve too much for Sage to feel like she had anything left to offer her. Slapping Vivienne, punching Atlas, doing drugs? Her chest tightened at the thought of the chaos Asher had gotten herself into. It wasnāt what their mom would have wanted, but the other blonde had held such a chip on her shoulder for so goddamn long, she wasnāt sure how she was supposed to help her when the woman refused to be helped. So, Sage had done the only thing she thought was in the moment, and despite feeling a little bit guilty about it after a few days, she wasnāt backing down.Ā āFunny,ā She raised her eyebrows, teasing lightly.Ā āUnfortunately, the lion herself admitted that she slapped you and I⦠Iām sorry. You didnāt deserve it. Iām not sure whatās up with her lately, but between that and the drugsĀ and⦠destroying the nursery, it was the last straw for me.āĀ
The lips pressed against her head calmed her, soft and sweet and warm, giving her a moment to breath, to think about what she was going to say, to try her best not to get worked up over her sisterās actions again. She swallowed the lump building in her throat, desperate for the calming touch Vivienne had offered as soon as her lips left her head, the woman moving back to working on the mix in the bowl.Ā āI kicked her out, Viv.ā Sage laughed ironically as she continued.Ā āIāve somehow failed at being a mom twice and God still saidĀ āhey, letās give her another chance.ā Okay, maybe the breathing didnāt stop her from getting worked up, but she was grateful when Vivienne brought up plans for the day and suddenly, Sage was distracted with sharing the moment with her wife.Ā āIād really like that. What kind of lunch were you thinking? Because Iām not sure about you, but those pancakes smell absolutely delicious and Iām not sure anything could beat the taste of those.ā
āI probably deserved it,ā Vivienne said with a shrug of her shoulders. She wasnāt daft enough to believe that her return back to Providence Peak wouldnāt stir up some waves. While things with Sage had gotten exponentially better than she could have ever hoped for, things couldnāt be said the same for Asher - but Vivienne didnāt fault the woman. Vivienne deserved to be slapped a thousand times for the way that she had handled the events that happened so many years ago, and she knew that. Vivienne had done her suffering and while nothing was ever going to fix what she had done, she wasnāt going to judge her sister in lawās actions.Ā āI know thereās a lot of stuff going on but slapping me is the last thing that needs to be worried about. Iāll avoid her in case she goes all WWE on me and tackles me at the bar.ā Her words are delivered lightly and with a smile. Vivienne always got along with Asher, forever seeing her as her own flesh and blood most of the time. She was certain that one dayĀ they could smooth things over, but Viv certainly was not going to rush that.Ā
Vivienne was diligently watching the pancakes cooking on the skillet, trying to time things perfectly. It might have just been a simple pancake breakfast but they hadĀ always been her wifeās favorite. It was a special occasion. However, she definitely hadnāt expected the conversation to grow so sour, so quickly. Glancing over her shoulder at the blonde, Vivienneās eyes narrowed at the content of her words. They were skating on a very delicate patch of ice right now. If there was just the slightest amount of unwanted weight during certain moments? Everything was bound to crack and break beneath their feet. It was the bubble effect happening, and while Viv knew she should probably ignore the words and continue skating by, she couldnāt. She flipped the pancakes before she was rushing over to Sage, spatula still in hand. With her free hand, Viv lightly grazed her fingertips against Sageās cheek before she was cupping her face. The actions were probably far too delicate, but Viv still couldnāt believe she was allowed to behave in such a manner with her.Ā āYou have always been the best mother Iāve ever witnessed, and I know thatās not going to change any time soon,ā she started, a whisper of a smile on her lips.Ā āAsher is obviously going through a lot right now and might just... need to hit rock bottom. You just have to be there whenever she asks you too again.ā It was a lot, but that was what being a sibling was about. Lord only knew how much Russel and Amelia practically hated Vivienne sometimes in the past for her decisions, but they were stronger than ever recently. Vivienne smiled before she was lightly tapped the tip of Sageās nose with the spatula, kissing her cheek, and going back to tending the pancakes. Yeah, it was damn easy to slip back into their normal feelings.Ā
After a couple moments, the pancakes were ready and Vivienne was grabbing a plate to set them on.Ā āOh no worries, these are all for you,ā she said with a laugh as she situated the plate in front of Sage. She grabbed a couple essentials for their breakfast before she was settling in next to her with a smile.Ā āHopefully itās not cramping your style, but I was definitely planning on hiding from Russ all day. Think you could pencil me in for like, I dunno, all day?ā Vivienne knew that things were sensitive right now, but if they kept their problems to themselves? An all day affair sounded like exactly what she was wanting to do.Ā āWe can just feast on pancakes until we get hungry again and grab burgers or something. I just gotta see that smile for a while.ā