As Cream begins to get out of her bed, she hears the sound of her door opening. Her mother walks into the room.
"Good morning Cream, did you sleep well?" Vanilla asks.
Cream is standing next to her bed, and while she slept fine, she knows what her mother really wants to know, hanging her head slightly, Cream sighs.
"I did it again mom."
Vanilla tuts slightly and moves closer to her daughter, Cream's pajamas consist of a pale yellow nightgown, and Vanilla simply lifts the hem of it up to confirm her daughter's statement.
"Oh dear, did you do what we talked about dear?" Vanilla asked as she allowed the hem of the nightgown to drop down, at which Cream nodded her head.
"Uh huh, no drinks two hours before bed, I made sure to pee before I went to bed, and I didn't even have any sugary drinks at all yesterday." Cream went on, having tried all those things in an effort to make sure she didn't wet the bed overnight.
"Maybe we should schedule an appointment with a doctor.." Vanilla said with some concern in her voice, Cream immediately begins shaking her head though.
"Mom, I'm fine, kids wet the bed all the time right? It's not a big deal." Cream tried to placate her mother, not wanting this to become a bigger issue than it already was.
"Cream, I'm sorry, but we've tried all the traditional things, and you're still wetting the bed. I'm going to make an appointment, we may even go before the end of the day." Vanilla states firmly. "Now, do you need help cleaning up?" Vanilla asks, making Cream blush lightly.
"I'm not a baby mom, I can clean myself." Cream said, pouting slightly.
"Alright, alright." Vanilla says as she leaves the room.
"Chao." Cheese says to Cream, who sighs in return.
"Yeah, it's going to be one of those days." Cream says as she removes her nightgown and makes her way to the bathroom.
Cream was old enough that she no longer had a changing table in her bedroom, so taking a shower would be the quickest way to clean up. She didn't really want to go to the doctors, but her mother wouldn't take no for an answer, and besides, maybe something really was wrong with her, and while that was a scary thought, the idea that her nightly wetting were completely out of her control would be a weight off of her shoulders.
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