I Didn’t Think It Would Lead to This
Patton was curled up next to Virgil, both having been regressed the night prior. Patton wore a pastel blue onesie,and fluffy white socks. His white kitten pacifier was in his mouth, and he had his head laying on Virgil’s chest.
Virgil wore black shortalls, with a light purple shirt underneath. No pacifier, but he had his arms wrapped around Patton. Roman and Logan found that when they regressed together, Virgil took over a caring-type role, but in a childish manner. Sort of like an older brother. Logan and Roman found this amusing, and heart-warming.
Logan walked into the commons, taking his place next to the half-asleep Roman, handing him a red mug of coffee.
“Y'know, that day..when Virgil was acting "weird” and all, I didn’t think it would lead to this.“ He motioned around himself, at the two boys on the other side of the couch.
Roman spoke softly and quietly, as to avoid waking Virgil and Patton. "I know,” Logan breathed out, “But I’m glad it did. Thomas is doing a bit better all across the board, and all of us are happier..it’s a good thing.”
Roman nodded, hesitating before he continued. “I know that us all regressing it helping Thomas..but what do you think he’ll think of it? And also the fans…he overshares his problems online, to a whole crowd of people. Who’s to say he won’t reveal our regression to them? If he doesn’t judge, then someone in the comment section will.”
“You’re starting to sound like anxiety,” Logan joked, causing him to smile. “But seriously, about what Thomas will think? Well, we all are acceptive, so that means his mind thinks it’s okay, so he might be confused at first, but he probably won’t be against it. Second off, if we ask him not to say anything to his fans, he won’t.”
Roman nodded, accepting the reassurance before speaking again. “I-i was just a bit worried about that, that’s all. You’re the logical one, I figured if I talked to my boyfriend, I’d get negativity all around. And if I talked to Patton..”
“Overwhelming positivity,” Logan completed, and Roman nodded again, his only verbal response being a mumbled ‘mhm’. After a few moments, Logan spoke again.
“You wanna know something I’ve noticed?”
“None of us ever established caregivers, or any sort of official rules,” he chuckled, “we just all sort of trusted the person we were closest to, and that was that.”
“Yeah..you’re right. I mean, maybe we were waiting until all of us had regressed, or just waiting to see how many of us were actually littles,” Roman vaguely motioned to him, “so we could kind of figure out our dynamic, I guess. So far, all I see is that, when someone regressed, they go to their boyfriend, and if they are unavailable or little, then another person takes care of them. We are all..sort of each others caregivers, as far as I can tell.”
Logan nodded, “you’re not wrong.”
Roman went to go say something until Logan was distracted by the adorable sound of Patton waking up.
“Papa?” Patton sat up slowly, rubbing at him eyes, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth. He yawned and put it back in, glancing around hurriedly for his stuffed animal. Logan was quick to get up, locating it and handing it to him. Patton buried his face in it’s fur, humming thankfully. After a few moments, he made grabby hands towards Logan.
Logan knew what he wanted, picking him up and walking back to the couch where Roman sat. “Still feel little, baby boy?” Logan asked, setting him in his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. Patton kicked his feet with a playful squeal, nodding his head. His smile dropped.
“M’ I to much..I-i can be big!” he offered, and Logan shook his head quickly.
“No, no, no, Pat. I was just curious to see if I’d have a baby for the morning or not, it’s alright. You’re so cute,”
Roman rolled his eyes, directing his attention to Virgil, who was waking up slowly. “Hey, Vee. Sleep well?”
Virgil nodded slowly, getting up and coming to hug Roman, still half asleep.
“How about you, are you still little?”
“nuh-uh!” he denied quietly, and Roman only laughed and moved to kiss his forehead.
“How old are you, darling?”
“Big,” he looked so serious, attempting to convince him.
“But babyy,” Roman pretended to pout, tapping the button of his nose. “What if I want to cuddle with Toddler Vee?”
Virgil went from shy to giggly and shy. “You’re silly, dada,” he mumbled, and Roman did a double take.
“N-nothing,” Virgil assured, summoning his black bear and hiding his face in it.
“Wait, no! Say it again,” Roman urged, and Virgil shook his head. Roman resorted to tickling his sides, and Virgil giggled.
“Dada, no! Stooppp!” he whined, and Roman smiled.
“See, that wasn’t hard, baby.”
Virgil still looked shy, pouting a bit. Roman hugged him, kissing his forehead. “It’s alright, Vee. It’s very cute, I’m fine with it.”
He blushed, looking down shyly. “What about we have some breakfast,hmm?” Roman looked to Logan, who was still babying Patton in his lap.
“Yeah, Thomas is making breakfast now,so we should too.”
Roman agreed with Logan’s words, getting up and taking his place at the stove. Usually, if Patton wasn’t available to cook, then Logan would. But Roman could tell that Patton was regressed deeper, meaning that he needed more attention.
Patton clumsily followed Logan into the kitchen, and Logan instructed him to sit in his normal seat. But the baby pouted and whimpered, and Logan knew there was no point in arguing, pulling him into his lap. “When we eat,you have to go to your seat,alright baby?”
Patton shook his head quickly, causing Virgil to giggle. “Yes, you will,” Logan assured, and Patton hummed out a few works quietly,
It was muffled by his pacifier, but Logan understood. “Stop pouting and listen,” he spoke, slightly harsher.
Patton whimpered,closing his eyes and going quiet. He sniffled slightly, and Logan quickly realized what he had done. It only took the slightest amount of anger, of annoyance, or anything that seemed harsh for the baby to cry.
Logan bounced his leg, distracting him while removing Patton’s glasses. “Shh, it’s okay. None of that, papa isn’t mad at you,”
Roman busied himself while Logan handled Baby Pat, filling a bottle for Patton, and a sippy cup for Virgil.
“Sorry, papa. I move,” Patton mumbled,trying to move out of his lap. Logan tightened his arms around his waist and shook his head.
“Careful baby, you’ll hurt yourself. And you don’t need to be sorry, I’m not upset with you,” Logan assured, and Patton hummed, still obviously feeling bad.
Logan wiped the few tears from under Patton’s eyes, kissing his cheek. Patton smiled, leaning into him. “Hmm? You like kisses?” Logan teased, repeatedly kissing the boys face, causing him to giggle. Within seconds of Logan’s playful antics, Patton had forgotten all about his quick second of brattiness.
“Why are you so lucky? You get Patton,he’s so easy to take care of,” Roman smiled heartily, handing Logan the bottle, full of warm cinnamon milk. Patton absolutely loved it, making grabby hands towards the light blue bottle.
“Virgil isn’t hard though, he’s just shy, you just have to be comforting and figure out what’s he needs. The only hard one is you,” Logan didn’t realize what he was saying, and he shut his mouth quickly, distracting himself by taking the bottle from Patton and helping him before he spilled it.
Virgil giggled again, while Roman playfully glared at him. This staring contest only lasted for a few seconds before Roman spoke. “So..today I really wanted to visit The Vineyard Village in the imagination, can you babysit Virge for me?”
“I suppose so,” Logan sighed, and Virgil pouted.
Logan raised his eyebrow,asking a silent question that Roman understood, ’dada?’.
“I’ll tell you later,” he replied, turning back to Virgil. “Vee,I’ll be back soon, for now you get to play with Baby Pat and Lo, mhm?”
Virgil protested,pouting and huffing, and resulted to a slightly harsher route. “Stop it,I’m only gonna be gone for a bit,”
Virgil absolutely hated that tone, so he shut up with a pout. Roman knew what would come next if he didn’t give him a bit of affection, he kissed his forehead to make up for snapping. “I love you, Vee. More than anything,alright?”
“Love you too, dada,” Virgil smiled slightly, and Roman swiped his sippy cup off the counter and gave it to him.
“Good baby,” Virgil accepted the praise, kicking his feet.
Soon, breakfast was done,and Roman was leaving. Patton sat on the couch, amusing himself with the stuffed dinosaur that rattled. Virgil seemed annoyed by the sound, but he didn’t do anything. Patton was giggling and being adorable, Virgil couldn’t stop him even if he wanted to.
“Virgil should be good, I’ve never had to go farther than just a stern tone with him. If you have to be stern, give him lots of affection after, okay? I’m also giving you the authority to put him in timeout, but I doubt that’ll be needed.”
Logan chuckled at his rambling, practically pushing him out of the door. “It’s gonna be fine, I know how to deal with a little.”
Roman hesitantly nodded. “You know..I could just wait until Vee is big before I go-”
Logan blocked him from re-entering the home, cutting him off. “Just go,”
Roman sighed, finally leaving. Logan closed the door behind him and approached the couch. Patton seemed content with his stuffed dinosaur (the noise was annoying, even accompanied by Patton’s adorable giggles and babbles), so Logan crouched down in from of Virgil.
“How old are you feeling, Virge?” Logan asked.
“Five? I don’t want a sippy cup anymore,” his voice was more normal, but still little. The lack of Roman, along with his personal anxiety, was affecting his headspace age.
He handed Logan the sippy cup, “You sure, bud?”
Virgil nodded, and Logan slowly took the cup. “You know, you’re allowed to be little without Roman here,”
“N-no, I’m to much. A-and only Ro knows how to..how to…” Virgil seemed to have somewhat of a difficult time forming his words. Logan waited for Virgil to speak, encouraging him to go on. “Take care of me, you already have Pat, don’t wanna be to much…”
“Virgil….you can’t help feeling little, okay? Yes, you might be able to control it better than the others, but you still need to use it to help yourself. It’s a good thing, and you won’t be "to much” for me. I promise,“
Virgil didn’t seem convinced, and Logan rolled his eyes, realizing the only way to persuade a five year old. He held out a pinky, and Virgil giggled, locking his into Logan’s.
"So…a certain birdy told me that you like scooby doo, is that true?”
Virgil smiled, bouncing in place, giggling. “Yes, yes! I wanna watch ittt!”
This wouldn’t be so hard, right?
A/N: Let the games begin. I’ve reached the good part
