Sage smiled back at Aria and then looked down at Caroline, who had grabbed part of his shirt and tugged at it, trying to shove it in her mouth. "no, that's gross," he laughed. 'dont eat my shirt!" She was funny.

Aria grabbed the blanket and walked inside slowly. She sighed and tossed the blanket on the bed, before walking back outside and heading to lake. She sat down on a bench. Being a mom was hard enough, and it was hard because Caroline always cried when Aria was with her.The girl put her head in her hands.

Sage cocked his head when Aria walked away, though when she headed in the direction of the woods, he let her go. She might need some time to herself. He did feel awful that he had to work so much though.

Aria laid down on the bench and looked up at the blue sky. It was beautiful. It reminded her of Caroline's eyes, and when she thought about the baby girl, tears welled up in her eyes.

Sage played outside with Caroline for a while, before deciding he should go check on Aria. So he wandered into the woods, holding the baby, to find her.

Aria wiped her eyes and sat up, staring across the lake. She looked over to her mom's grave and sighed. As much as she loved Sage and Caroline, sometimes she thought they hated her.

Sage wandered through the trees for a bit before he saw Aria and went to sit down next to her with a soft sigh. Caroline let out a happy babbled when she saw her mother

Aria jumped slightly and looked over seeing Sage. She wrapped her arms around his neck and just cried into his shoulder. "Do you hate me...?" She asked quietly.

Sage was rather surprised when the girl just started crying and was even more surprised at her question. Then he was terrified that he'd done aoemtuto make her think that. "Of course not," he yelped, wrapping her up in a hug. "Why would you think that? Did I do something? I'm sorry," he babbled, not wanting her to be hurt.

Aria just cried more. "No... you didn't do anything. It's just that Caroline cried every time I try to hold her. I think she hates me." Aria said. "I feel like a bad mother to her. Am I?" She asked. The girl felt awful.