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Our Little LadyBug

Pairing: C!gWandaNat x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary: After fleeing a cruel class and nearly being hurt on the way to Wanda’s gallery, you are reminded that no matter the danger outside, Mommy and Mama will always be your safest place.

CW: 18+, Age regression, Non-sexual age regression intimacy, caregiver & little dynamics, Pacifier use, Breastfeeding, nursing (non-sexual, comfort-focused), Bullying and verbal humiliation (from professor + classmates), Mention of trauma coping mechanisms, Stranger danger, physical restraint (cab driver scene), Alcohol use (cab driver shown as drinking), Light fear of elevators, Soft parental discipline (firm tone, talks about safety) Domestic fluff & family comfort, Milk-drunk, regression themes throughout, Protective/possessive caregiver behaviour, Emotional comfort.

Word Count: 12.1K

Reading Time: 1 Hour

Authors Note: This is a repost from my reading/old account, it was my first time publishing one of my age regression fics, and I was terrified. So please be kind in the comments. Thank you to my lovely moots for giving me the extra push I needed to write and publish this.

You felt your heart beating so fast as you raced across town to get to Wandas place of work, tears threatening to spill as your feet carried you along the way, splashing into each rain filled puddle without a care—but Wanda would. Your Winnie the Pooh backpack rubbing slightly against your back, but you didn’t care. You needed her. You needed your mommy.

Your little red shoes, and frilly white socks with rose petals on the outside ankle, now dirty from the muddy water you kept splashing in as you ran, breathing hard after walking out half way through another lecture. Your tutor and half the class making fun of you, and you hadn’t decided if you should tell Wanda yet or not, but you knew if you told Nat, she would be down the university like a shot gun and you just didn’t want the bullying to get any worse, so for now you decided not to tell them—but you knew that wouldn’t last long as soon as Wanda or Nat would ask you what’s wrong.

Finally you turned the corner barely holding onto your last breath, and you saw the large building, old, from about 1800 Wanda had once told you when you asked her why it looked so weird. The name across it ‘Maximoff Historical Art Gallery’. A small smile crept onto your lips, wet from the rain now beginning to fall again, and you ran over to the building—crossing the road you almost got knocked over from not looking, which happened when you were overwhelmed or your head was fuzzy, melting into little space. You were so focussed on getting to the building you didn’t notice the guy from the yellow cab getting out and marching towards you with a dangerous look in his dark eyes.

“Oi!” The man growled, but you didn't think anyone like that would be talking to you, and you kept going until you got into the building, you could breathe again, warm, dry and—

“Oww!!” You whimpered, feeling his hand around the back of your neck, tears prickling again, but the man didn’t seem to care, he just saw you as the girl who he almost knocked over and didn’t look where she was going, but the smell of alcohol on his breath told you he shouldn’t of been driving in the first place.

You were stood in a small reception area, white walls, and ivy along the ceiling. There was a blonde woman sat behind the desk, hair up in a ponytail, a small amount of makeup, you thought she looked pretty. She was someone you recognised well, Pepper Potts. Mommy’s friend. She stood in an instant upon seeing the commotion, walking with purpose over to the two of you, her eyes narrowed in on the gross man. “If you wouldn’t mind taking your hands off her.”

“Does she belong to you?” The man growled, fingers accidentally pinching your skin, you couldn’t help the hiss escaping your parted lips.

Pepper looked at you with a reassuring smile, it didn’t do much to convince you with an underlying look on her face. One you didn’t quite recognise. “One moment, I shall call her partner, but let her go, or I’ll call the police.” Pepper said, not moving from your side.

“I should be calling the police on her.” His grip loosened from the sweat between his hand and your neck, but he didn’t let go entirely. Pepper seeing that’s all she was getting looked at you with a soft smile, reassuring you it was all going to be okay. But how could it be? You didn’t understand what you’d done wrong or why this stranger hated you so much without even knowing who you were, and Pepper could see that confusion spread across each crinkle on your face.

Pepper returned to her desk, and picked up the dark red phone, dialling the number—calling the very person you desperately needed right now. “Wanda sorry to disturb you, I know yoi’re in a meeting,” Pepper shook her head at you ensuring you didn’t feel guilty for pulling your Mommy out her meeting “yes, I know, well we have a bit of a situation with your little one…Mmhh, a man is here with her and won’t remove his hand from her…very much so.” Pepper agreed to something Wanda had said, eyes never leaving yours as the man still held onto you fingers sticky from the mix of sweat and rain water.

You wanted to scream, the feel of his hands in you, his close proximity, it was sending you over the edge, a sensory storm brewing in the thickness of his touch.

Pepper slowly placed the phone down, after what looked like a loud voice shouting into her ear. Pepper looked over at you—then to him “She’ll be right down.” she winked at you, making you feel a little more at ease knowing your Mommy was on her way, and soon you could sink further and be in safe hands.

“She?” The man frowned, looking more perplexed than you were. You still didn’t know what you’d done wrong. His confusion about the person coming down to sort out the situation being a woman seemed to rattle him, his grip nowhere near as tight and you probably could have wiggles out, but something inside stopped you. Maybe it was knowing that she was on her way and she would safe you from whatever this was.

“Yes she. Wanda.” Pepper spoke firmly, her face stern with him unlike the softness she had always given you. “As in Maximoff, the woman who owns and runs this place, the woman whose partner you are holding.” Pepper raised an eyebrow “did you not see the building this little one walked into?” Pepper asked, not straying her eyes from the two of you for a minute.

Your senses were going off the chart, a faint wiff of alcohol on the man’s breath, mixed with sweat, almost choking on the scent “You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” You sung, looking up at him almost gleeful trying to take your mind of the situation in a round about way. Your eyes shifted away from him and back to Pepper when his grip tightened again, but soon loosened when he saw the red light in the elevator turn on, counting down the numbers from floor twelve.

“Bug, not now sweetheart, hey, be good, stay still and I…” pepper pondered for a moment, her hand disappearing behind her grey desk and reappearing with a sherbet lemon in her hand for you to see “…give you a special sweetie when she's down.” Pepper eyed you with a small smirk. You stayed as still as you could waiting for Mommy and waiting for your sherbet lemon.

The man was so focused on what Pepper was doing, frowning as he watched her curiously, that he didn’t hear the elevator door ping open. His hand was still gripping your neck as pepper played hide and seek with the sweetie making you giggle and keeping you distracted from the mean man—which is what you’d named him in your head. Not smelly man, or can man, or even alcohol man, no he was the mean man.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her.” The voice sliced through the air like ice. Cold and deadly as her piercing blue eyes watched. She slowly made her way towards the two of you, after stepping out the elevator in a forest green, tight fitted dress, black heels, hair done up into a pony tail with some loose strands of red hair dancing around her face and her arms crossed over her chest with a look that could kill.

“She’s yours?” The man asked, he was quiter now, not so cocky, but even so that question despite it being truthful, about you being Wanda’s, something about the way he asked it made you feel in edge and you began to squirm under his hold.

“Yes. Now I won’t ask again. Remove your hand from her neck before I remove it for you.” Wanda said again stepping closer. Her voice colder than you’d ever heard it even when she and Nat got into heated arguments, it was never cold like that.

“Mommy…” you squirmed, trying to get away, but his hand on you was too strong.

“She ran in front of my cab.” His voice not as confidence or nasty as when you first met him “Little cow didn’t even look.” The man huffed, but with Wanda’s icy look he finally removed his slimmy hand from the back of your neck and you quickly ran to Mommy, tears starting to fall as you wrapped your arms around her—tight.

“Pepper…would you mind.” Wanda called out, holding you close until Pepper was there at your side “go with Pepper sweetheart, I’ll be done in just a minute and then we’ll go upstairs.”

Pepper took you by the hand, leading you away from the conflict, you reluctantly went with her, hand in hers as Pepper took you over to her desk as you continued to look over your shoulder at Mommy, having her safety and then leaving it made you feel nervous—like you might not get it back again. Wanda’s eyes followed you until you were sat, her eyes shone with a happiness everytime she saw you.

“So what?” Wanda suddenly snapped, making you jump as well as the man “okay so you didn’t knock her over, congratulations. Instead you decided, I know what I’ll do I will follow a clearly distressed woman into a building to what? Finish the job?” Wanda’s voice was like a lethal injection. Your small fingers gripping onto Peppers as you watched on.

“No, I—” he spluttered, looking from Wanda to you and back to Wanda again. He had been warned. But Wanda could make grown men weep if anyone went near her family, but especially Natasha and you. She was protective in ways that you didn’t dare think about.

Wanda didn’t even let him finish “No you don’t. You don’t get to come into my place of work, threatening someone vulnerable that I love, when you smell like a god damn brewery,” she said stepping closer almost nose to nose with the man, your eyes never leaving them for a second, heart hammering away in your little chest.

“What’s a bewy?” You whispered to Pepper, looking up at her with a frown, sat on the warmth of her lap, back against her chest, asking her questions about what Mommy has just said. “Is it bad?”

“Shhh, just watch Mommy be a superhero.” Pepper whispered into your ear, making your squirm from the tickling sensation, her hands holding you tighter so didn’t fall flat on your face. You sucked on the sweetie, and pepper ran her finger over the side of your ear, her touch making you feel soothed and safe.

“Yes, I grant you she should have looked, but she doesn’t understand danger. I will have a talk with her about it,” you gulped,at Mommy’s words before hearing her continue “but, you—” Wanda paused, growing impatient “have been drinking, and you're driving a cab? I could have your licence removed so fast you’d get whiplash. I suggest you leave.” Wanda said, firm, and commanding, her flicking to you and her who face softening and the image of you snuggled against Pepper.

The man tried to get some form of wording out but it was no use, and he turned on his brown shoed heels to leave, but he didn’t get to the door beforehand Wanda spoke again “one more thing.” Wanda said looking towards you with a grin, and back to him “you’re on CCTV, so we know what you look like, and you are banned for life, so is your family.” It was cut throat, but it needed to be done—to protect you.

Banned for life. Wow. You thought that was the worst thing Mommy could have done, like being banned from sweets or cartoons, the horror of it made you shiver.

“You okay sweetheart?” Pepper asked, feeling your body tremble in her grip. You nodded in response, and she seemed to accept your answer.

Mommy was giving the mean man the ultimate punishment that you couldn’t even imagine. Him and his family banned for life. Your little brain couldn't quite compute it all. But when Wanda turned to you with that soft reassuring smile you understood instantly. Mommy ensured you were safe from the mean man and his family. To you in the moment Mommy was the most magical being, making the scary, mean man vanish from your life forever, and knowing it was her that did that—you’d remember this moment forever and a day.

“My family?” The man frowned, clearly frustrated that his actions had caused his whole family to be banned from Wanda’s place of work. “But they didn’t do anything.” He grumbled.

“They’re related to you. That’s enough, now shoo.” Wanda glared, waving her hands, mimicking shooing an annoying bird or her premises and as far away from as she could make him go without following him out.

“Women” the man muttered, leaving the building, but still letting out a ridiculously exaggerated sigh as he left—much like you did when you had a tantrum. The thought making you blush a little.

Wanda looking relatively pleased with herself, let out her own sigh of relief before turning toward you. She walked with a soft purpose over to the desk where you and Pepper sat, leaning over she took one of the red jelly babies that lay on the other side of peppers desk, her favourites and smiled at you softly, making your whole heart turn to mush. “Hey sweetheart”

"Pepper would you call Nat, she might already be upstairs. Tell her what happened, and tell her she needs to take Bug home with her, I've too much work on." Wanda sighed, clearly wishing she didn't have to work, and that she could go home with you immediately.

Wanda stood back up again, tall and commanding any room she was about to walk into and holding out her hand for you to take—scrambling off Peppers lap, you hurried over to Wanda taking her soft gentle hand in your own, her squeeze making you feel safe. “Ready baby?” Wanda asked looking down at you.

You nodded, and waved goodbye to Pepper as the two of you walked back towards the elevator. You had a weird fear of elevators—the thought of getting trapped in one terrified you. And despite knowing your were with Mommy and she’d make sure you were safe—it still scared you.

“Stairs Mommy?” You asked, thumb gravitating towards your mouth, and your grip on her hand becoming tighter with each step towards the vehicle of doom as you called it in your head.

“No stairs sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.” Wanda’s voice wrapping round you like safety. You were still uneasy as you walked towards the silver doors and Wanda pressed the button waiting for the lift. Your tight squeeze on her hands changed from that to clinging to Wanda’s dress, onto your Mommy like your life depended on it. Mommy knew how terrified you were, so as you become more attached she adjusted you slightly, wrapping you against her waist reminding you she was there, one hand on the back of your head for reassurance and comfort. “I’ve got you my little bug.”

The elevator was slow in coming down, but suddenly it was there and the sharp noise of doors opening made you jump and cover your ears tight with your palms, almost squeezing your small ears.

“Heyy, hey Ladybug, I know you don’t like it, but Mommy’s right here. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” Wanda crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin to look at her “Do you want Mommy to carry you?” Wanda asked, happy to do what was needed to help you feel safe for the few seconds in the elevator.

Your wide eyes looked at Mommy’s blue ones, and it didn’t take long for you to have your answer. You nodded quickly, lifting your arms up. Wanda smiled “Okay my little Bug, come here.” And Wanda picked you up from under your arms, with a small groan escaping the back of her throat and placing you on her hip. Your arms instinctively wrap around her neck and your head on her shoulder. One hand slipping free as she guided your thumb into your mouth until you were able to use your pacifier.

“My good girl.” Wanda whispered, she stepped into elevator, holding you under your padded bum, and pressing the button to take you up.

“I don’t wike it Mommy!” You mumbled around your thumb, whimpering, eyes shut against Mommy’s shoulder. The searing sounds of the elevators doors were done, but still in your ears.

“I know my little bug, all the big noises are scary, hmm?” Mommy whispered, “but you’re okay, and we’ll be upstairs soon, where we need to have a little talk okay? We’ll go to Mommy’s office where it’s nice and warm and cozy.” She stroked the sides of your faze with her knuckle as you continue sucking your thumb in slow movements.

“About me leaving class again? Did they call you?” You furrowed, talking around your thumb rather than removing which always painted a small smile on Mommy’s lips as you heard your soft, quiet voice.

“Yes they did baby, but it’s okay, we just need to figure out what to do to ensure your safety okay? And that includes a conversation about the man from downstairs.” Wanda sighed, worry creasing in her forehead about how close you’d been to being in a really dangerous situation—more dangerous than what had happened. Her eye looking at the red lit up number 10 on the elevator, and keeping you close in her arms, shifting slightly to make it easier for her to hold you.

There was a sudden silence in the elevator the lingered aside from the creak of the elevator making you nervous each time, as you whimpered around your thumb into Mommy’s shoulder. She kept her hand on you, keeping you tight against her, never letting go or putting you down. You were safe.

The elevator came to jolting stop, which gave you a little jump and you and you clung to Mommy as the doors opened slowly with a ping. Wanda decided to put you down on the ground, with a slow separation from her hip, despite you still wanting to be in her arms. As soon as your little feet hit the ground she took your hand into hers, looking down at you with a smile that you were sure was made just for you—and that was enough to know you were still safe.

The two of you walked out the elevator hand in hand. You saw loads of people in the art space, darting from one side to another, hanging up paintings on the wall—you thoughts yours were better, but you’d never tell Mommy that. Mommy watched you for a second as you walked a few more steps, but she sense your overwhelm with how many people where around.

She crouched down in front of you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear slowly “My little bug, why don’t you go to Mommy’s office baby, I won’t be a minute. Do you remember where it is?” Mommy asked you, you can see she was unsure on letting you go on your own.

You nodded in response, thumb still in your mouth which she took out just so she could confirm properly. “Use your words baby girl.” Her eyes sone in the autumn light, bathed in a soft glow of oranges and yellows in the middle of the gallery.

“Yes Mommy. Next to the hot cocoa machine.” You muttered, smirking a little as Mommy laughed. It wasn’t laughing at you merely your connection to her office was the machine for the hot drinks.

“Good girl,” Wanda cupped your cheek “promise me you’ll go straight there, no being nosey, or getting distracted by the other rooms.”

You shook your head and Wanda accepted that as your answer. But there was a small amount of worry etched into your face and she saw it. All of it. “I won’t be long darling. I promise you.” Her soft voice grounding you, as your thumb disappeared between your lips again. Mommy kept her hand cupping your cheek as she kissed the crown of your head, still wet from the rain “and after we talk, you can have a nursing session? How’s that sound? Hmm?”

The thought of nursing made everything feel right again and you nodded happily, bouncing on your toes, but before you turned to walk to her office, Mommy tapped the end of your nose gently m, eliciting a small squeak form you “Just no biting Mommy today. It hurts baby and you have sharp big girl teeth.”

You nodded, a flush of embarrassment creeping over your cheeks, but you knew Mommy still loved you even when you got bity, which was always accidental when you just got a little bit too greedy to focus on your sucking. You left your Mommy’s side making your way to her office, skipping along the wooden floor and smiling to yourself as you heard Mommy’s commanding, brash voice “NO, NO, NO! That’s the 1745 piece, that goes over there you dingbat Tony!”

“Dingbat.” You repeated the word, giggling to yourself, as you spotted the hot cocoa machine next to Mommy office. Forcing yourself to go straight there and not into any of the rooms with the pretty paintings in. You promised Mommy, and soon enough your little hand was now on the doorknob of her light oak office door, and you pushed it open expecting it to be empty—but it wasn’t.

“MAMA!” You squealed, arms up and running so fast and hard into Nat, that she almost toppled out the chair she was sitting in as you clambered onto her lap.

“Hey stinkbug!” Nat smiled, her dusty red hair up in a messy bun, wearing blue jean overalls and a black top underneath, along with her grey work boots. The ugly ones you called them. They were big and chunky and loud.

Mama saw you frown at the nickname, so before you could object, she place here hands behind you, one on the middle of your back and one behind your head and smothered your face in small kisses, the laugh that escaped you was pure joy and happiness. A proper child like giggle as Mama continue with her kisses.

“Mama! Stop, stop. Mama!” You breathed as she finally tore herself away. Finally seeing what she looked like your head tilted a little to the left “Mama, why you look…like that?” You poked Natasha in the chest.

But before your Mama could answer your question, Mommy walked through the door still yelling at Tony about not having something verified. She closed the door behind her, looking more drained than ever. But upon seeing Nat and you, her mood lifted. She smirked seeing her wife’s outfit and snorted “I didn’t realize we were hosting auditions for Toy Story today—you going for Jessie or Woody?”

“I’ve been painting her room.” Nat rolled her eyes. Paint mark over her outfit and the side of her face. “Thought you liked me in this kind of get up, especially after—”

“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff! Not in front of little ears. Know your audience.” Wanda smirked knowingly. “Did you roll through the paint, or jump in it? You’re a mess my love.” Wanda let out another exhausted sigh, clearly frustrated with work.

She stepped forward, closer to you as you sat in Mamas arms—sideways against her. Mommy cupped your chin and gave you a small peck on the cheek. “You came straight here?”

You nodded happily, kicking your feet a little, you were proud of yourself, and you hoped Mommy would be too.

“Well done little Bug. You did so good.” Wanda tapped the side of your cheek gently before her hand came up to Natasha’s chin, holding her as their lips met, kissing softly, before an exhausted moan escaped Wanda’s lips as they parted.

As Wanda moved away, Nat grabbed her by the wrist whilst still holding you close. “Hey—Wands, you okay?” asking as you slid of her lap and she removed your backpack so you could roam more freely, but they both chuckled as you went straight to the middle of the couch.

Nat stood, cupping her wife’s face “Wands?” The worry etched into her temple as she held onto Wanda.

“Oh, I’m fine love. I promise.” Wanda gave a not so convincing smile “It’s just Tony. Why did I even hire him. He’s Peppers friend not mine.” Wanda groaned, Nat slipped her hand free and Wanda stepped over towards the couch, crouching down in front of you.

Mommy’s hand gentle on your ankle as you sat sucking your thumb, she unbuckled and then slipped each one of your red shoes off your feet, passing them up to Mama, who sat them on the desk.

“Then fire him.” Nat said matter of fact, eliciting a low laugh from Wanda.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that would go down a treat with Pepper, I’d have to be dealing with her moody ass. No it’s not worth it.” Wanda sighed, as she peeled off your white frilly sock from one foot, kissing your toes, making you giggle, and doing the same again with the other. She kissed and nibbled the end of your toes smiling at your squeaky laugh.

Mommy passed your socks to Mama who pushed them in your red shoes. Mama then pulled out two things from your backpack your classic Eeyore stuffie based on the drawings not the animation, per your request when they first bought in for you—and clipped to his floppy ear was your red pacifier with LadyBug written on the front. You had a spare Eeyore one in your bag as well, but the lady bug was your first paci they bought you when you began age regressing, so now it’s one you attach yourself to more. Mama passed them to Mommy who passed them into you pushing them into your arms.

But before they had a chance to do anything, to have that conversation, you looked up at Mommy, thumb still in your mouth and entirely innocently asked “Mommy, what’s a dingbat?”

Nat just about held herself up right, snorting as she leaned on the desk with her knuckles, and receiving a glare from Wanda—despite the glare, the corners of her lips were twitching, your little voice asking such a serious question about a silly word. Wanda turned back to you, hands holding onto your cute little toes as you wiggled them and her head tilted to the side just a little. “Where’d you hear that baby?”

“From you.” You said proudly, mumbling around your thumb, forcing Nat to sit back down into the chair behind her to stop herself from laughing so hard she’d fall over.

“From me?” She frowned, almost spluttering the words, genuinely confused, not remembering saying them in your presence. She always tried to avoid saying any big words when you were little, but she seemingly failed at this one. Mommy’s knuckles coming up to your cheek, gently stroking as you talked.

“Yeah you called Tony a dingbat just after I skipped towards your office.” You paused, removing your thumb from your mouth with a small wet pop.“I thought it was a silly word. It made me giggle.”

“Oh my god. You weren't meant to hear that baby.” Wanda groaned, laughing a little as she saw the curiosity on your face. Her own hand covering her mouth.

“Oh naughty Mommy.” Nat teased, playfully hitting Wanda in the shoulder and winking at you, as you watched them both trying to understand what was so funny, or why Mommy had been so naughty. You were more confused now than when you first asked the question.

Your brow furrowed, thumb hovering near your mouth again. “Mommy… did you get put on the naughty step?” you asked seriously, eyes wide, worried Mommy might have been hiding this from you the whole time.

Nat was done, she couldn’t hold it anymore and she lost it completely, snorting into her hand, while Wanda groaned into hers.

Wanda attempted to compose herself, whilst behind her Nat was still loosing it, tears rolling down her cheek from how hard she had been laughing.

Wanda’s eyes flicked to you, her hands caressing your cheek “No sweetheart, Mommy was not put on the naughty step—” another loud snort from Nat, and Wanda was loosing the will to live “No. listen Bug. You know how sometimes there’s some really big words that Mama and Mommy tell you, that you must not use?”

You nodded, eyes blinking, listening hard to what Mommy was saying, trying so hard to process what she was saying.

“Well, the word Mommy used earlier, it not one of those really bad words—”

You cut Mommy off mid sentence, too impatient. “But what it mean Mommy?” you asked, desperate to know, your toes wiggling underneath her fingers, her knuckle still stroking the side of your cheek, stilling for a moment.

“Baby, I know you’re eager to know, but I am explaining, be patient sweet girl.” And her soft touch continued, practically melting you into a little baby puddle as your eyes stayed on hers.

“It’s not a really bad word that we don’t want you to use, its more of an in between word—as for what it means love bug, well, it just means a very very very silly person, someone who doesn't use there listening ears…” Wanda looked at you, trying to work out if you understood.

Your head cocked to the side a little, nodding, “Does Aunt Pepper know you call him a dingbat?” The way you asked, you were unknowingly innocent in your words. You didn’t realise how funny you could be.

Nat snorted again, and Wanda groaned into her hand from the way you spoke. Nat was in absolute stitches, thank goodness she was sitting—but she had to try and control herself for the conversation ahead. “Natasha.” Wanda looked back to her wife, begging her almost to control her laughter.

Wanda let out an exasperated sigh, looking back to you and caressing your cheek “No darling, she doesn’t, but she knows he is one.” Wanda’s lips pulled into a playful smile, then quickly receiving a hit from Nat on her arm as if she’d been the one in stitches the whole time.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, accepting the answer and reaching for your ladybug pacifier which was dangling of Eeyore’s light blue floppy ear. Your eyes suddenly gravitating down to your bare feet, frowning, a little panicked as you crinkles up your nose in confusion. “Mommy, where’d they go?” You asked trying not to show the worry in your face—and failing.

“Where’d what go little bug?” Mama asked you, laughter having completely stilled as she came to crouch next to Mommy, her hand on your other bare foot, seeing the dread in your little face.

You pointed to your feet with a pout, “shoes, socks.” You trembled. “They’re gone.” You whimpered.

Wanda turned her face into her own shoulder, trying to hold it together and receiving a subtle eyebrow raise from Nat with her now being the one trying not to loose it. She took a deep breath before turning back to you, now in full grasp of her emotions “Hey, hey, shhhh, it okay,” Wanda soothed, her hand on your ankle, thumb rubbing your skin slowly “Mommy took them off, they’re in your backpack sweet girl.”

“Why?” You frowned, wondering why she made them disappear.

Wanda looked to Nat with a small frown of her own and back to you. This was it. This talk wasn’t going to be the easiest, they both knew how much you hated the big girl chats, especially when in little space, but it needed to happen for your own safety.

“Because, my little bug,” Wanda kept her head still on your ankle so you would listen “Mama and I need to have a talk with you, and we need your undivided attention, without you getting distracted by the buckles on your shoes or the little frills on your socks, and Mommy also knows that sometimes your socks get too much for you.” Mommy reassured, as she stood, hand now on your cheek and kissing your forehand before sliding herself onto the grey cotton sofa beside you. “Understand baby?”

Mama nodded in agreement, standing with a crack, making both you and Mommy whip your heads round like startled owls, but she waved a hand “don’t mind this haunted old house over here.” and slipped herself in or your other side, making you feel nice and cozy between them, like a little bug burrito.

“What’s undivided mean?” You whispered looking between your Mommies.

“My, my so many questions today my little bug,” Your Mama chuckled, tapping your nose, “but it means we need you to put your listening ears on and focus on what we say, without distraction. Your fullest attention, okay?” Mama smiled, giving you a big squish between her and Mommy, before letting go. Mamas hand was now sitting warm at the top of your neck bringing you closer for her to kiss your head “bath tonight I think too, we need to wash your hair.”

You pouted at the sound of having to have a bath, but then you looked to Mommy, eyes skirting over her cleavage and the looking up at her face “Milk?” Your eyes shone with a certain amount of need for that particular hunger, as your little hands grabbed at the green material covering her up.

Mommy grabbed your wrist lightly, pressing her lips to your knuckles with a tender kiss, bringing your grabby hands away from her chest. She then tipped your chin up with the side of her knuckle, eyes glowing with warmth. “First we talk greedy bug, then milk, I promise. Mommy always feeds her little one.” Mommy smiled, caressing your cheek for a moment before letting your chin go and taking your little hands into her own, eyes going towards Mama for just a moment, who nodded in a subtle agreement in Mommy’s direction.

“Okay, listen Bug…” Mommy began, sounding firm yet soft in her tone towards you.

When you didn’t look at Mommy, she waited a few seconds before taking one of her hands and holding your chin gently between her thumb and index finger, lifting your face to meet hers.

Your toes curled against the couch cushion, squirming slightly under her warm touch, thumb twitching like it wanted to move back to your mouth.

“Listen to me. You could have been seriously hurt today when that cab driver almost hit you. Even if it was his fault, he said you didn’t look, and I know what you’re like when you’re scared, panicked or desperate, baby. When you’re little like this too, you don’t remember things like looking when you cross the road.” Mommy breathed out, hand still firm on your chin, grounding you in a way that you needed.

Your fingers twisted around Eeyore’s floppy ear, comfort tugging at you, but Mommy’s eyes held yours too firmly to let you slip away to a place away from here.

‘You don’t have any road safety awareness or understanding.” There was emotion etched into mommy’s face that you didn’t completely understand. You nodded in response, tears threatening to spill.

“I’m not mad sweetheart, far from it. When I found out what happened, it scared me more than anything—knowing you ran all the way in being this little, brain foggy, and having no understanding of danger.” Mommy squeezed your chin gently, as your scraped your toes against the soft material of the sofa. “I was concerned, that something worse could have happened. I know this is a big girl conversation, but I need you to hear my words baby girl.”

You nodded again “I’m sorry Mommy.” You felt your stomach twist in a knot, even though Mommy had said she wasn’t mad. you still felt some kind of guilt for what could have happened.

“Hey no apologies needed, okay little bug? This is why you have me and Mama” Mommy whispered, kissing your wet cheek, as your toes continue curling on the sofa, your eyes watching each one, trying to make them go in different directions but huffed when you found it impossible.

“But listen sweetheart,” Mommy frowned seeing you were still concentrating on your toes, and she huffed a laugh, before her hand moved back to your chin tilting your face towards hers “Listen to me. This is the third time this week that you have come to me or Mama before lunch because you're—things are too much in class and you can't focus, you can’t be big and that’s okay baby, but maybe…” Wanda looked to Nat sighing before carrying on “maybe it’s time we looked at you studying from home? Hmm?” Wandas voice was soft, honeyed, as she tucked another fallen strand behind your ear. “I know, I know, this is really big girl stuff, but have a think okay?”

“Didn’t know I could study from home?” You frowned, thumb grazing against your bottom lip, and moving it back to Eeyore again “but Mommy, I didn’t leave because I couldn’t be big—” You stopped mid sentence forgetting your promise to yourself not to tell them the truth. But either way your brain is foggy and your mommies looking at you like you were the most precious thing on earth meant you were going to fold in an instant.

Nat looked at Wanda, startle, both their faces covered in concern with the sudden way you stopped talking mid sentence.“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Your Mama asked gently, trying to coax it out of you before the big guns stepped in.

You felt the two of them watching you, eyes from both side staring at you, waiting for an answer—and you? You just looked down at your pink sparkly painted toes that Nat had done the night before. You picked at a loose cotton thread on Nat’s side of the sofa. Wanda’s hand still on your chin, but she was barely holding you, waiting for you to respond in your own time without force.

“Bug?” Nat murmured softly, seeing the frustration in Wanda’s face, she tried again. But Bug just kept her eyes on her toes. Nat place her palm on your knee, her thumb rubbing gently. But the concern crossed in both their faces you knew you’d have to tell them the truth.

“Look at me…now baby.” Wanda’s voice wasn’t harsh, it was firm, but it had a softness to it, a voice you knew all too well as you reluctantly flickered your terrified eyes back up to her “that’s me good girl. Now, tell us what’s going on? Please sweetheart.” Wanda never begged, but in this moment she was begging you to tell her the truth, removing her had from your chin, folding her hands together on her own knee, and waited.

“I want milk.” You muttered, trying to derail the topic even just for a minute, thumb entering you mouth for just a few sucks before you pulled it free again.

“You’ll have your milk sweet girl, but first you need to tell Mama and Mommy the truth. You know the rules, we don’t lie do we?” Wanda’s voice had lowered as she spoke in gentle soothing tones to help you relax and less anxious about telling them. It seemed to do the trick.

You shook your head, then surprising them both you pushed yourself onto your hands and knees and crawled into Wanda’s lap, she wrapped her arms tight around, keeping you close to her chest. She never usually held you when you had a serious conversation, but if this was how you were going to talk, then she’d hold you forever.

Nat’s heart literally up at the sight of you, the way you curled into Wanda’s arms which were wrapped around you, knees up to your chest, head resting in the crook of her neck. Your thumb twisting around Eeyores ear again, as he sat firmly in your lap. Nat held her own hands in her lap watching you as if you were the purest being on earth—right now that exactly what you were to both your mommies.

“It’s my psychology class.” Your words came out quieter than even you had expected, barely looking up and Wanda or over at Nat, but they didn’t mind as long as you kept talking. “Professor Cameron.”

“Oh.” Nat mouthed to Wanda, having worked with him herself on a number of occasions and it had been partly why you had been so anxious to tell her.

You couldn’t help but notice the shift in Nat’s body, the way her jaw clenched, or how her hands clasped tighter, the small movement of her ankle twitching—whilst Wanda’s hold on you was almost suffocating, which usually you didn’t mind, you liked her tight hugs, but this was different. And you let her hold her like that as you peeked over to Nat.

You were trying so hard to be bigger than you wanted to be right now, just so you could tell them, and you knew at the end you’d get the comfort from Wanda that you’ve been needing, it was the first thing that came into your ahead as soon as you left the class. Mommy’s milk.

“Our paper is on age regression.” You sighed, feeling Wanda’s hold tighten even more, and you instinctively pushed yourself further into her warmth, shutting your eyes as you spoke. The words seemed to still in the air before landing with a thud against you all.

The two of them went dead silent, almost as if they needed a moment for the words to hit them and to understand what that meant for you. “Oh.” Wanda voiced after what felt like years, but had probably not been any more than thirty seconds “Is…is that a good thing? I mean your class are learning—”

“That depends on what they’re being taught. And with Cameron? I already feel uncomfortable, especially with her in his class.” Nat said, concern lacing her voice as she watched you.

You nodded in agreement with Nat, repeating the sentiment of her own words “not with how he teaches us.” You pulled your knees tighter up into your chest, Nat moved closer, placing her hand on your ankle rubbing soothing circles, as Wanda’s hand settled on the back of your head, still and grounding.

You’d started now, so you knew you couldn’t stop but all you wanted was to curl right down and be held by Mommy, to be safe in her arms—which you were, but you didn’t want to talk about the big scary stuff. It was…well scary.

“He…he wants us to write about why it’s bad unhealthy. He think that anyone who age regresses uses it as an excuse to be lazy, to be a baby. But when I explained it’s a healthy coping mechanism for many and especially those with trauma but also for those without…he laughed at me. Said it was weird and…sexual.”

You weren’t entirely sure how you managed to say all of that, the tightness of your chest wasn’t helping, and yet it was you could think about…that was until Wanda began rocking you, gentle, almost subtle, and you needed that more than anything as you let your head rest against her.

Nat rage was barely contained as she responded “He said what?!” Nat’s voice came out harsher and sharper than she had intended, but it wasn’t aimed at you.

“Nat.” Wanda whispered, gently continuing the rocking motion with one arm around your waist, the other around your shoulders, staring at her wife, reminding her this is not the time or place to loose it, not matter how angry they both were, and you could feel it.

You pressed yourself closer into Wanda before carrying, needing the pressure of her arms around you, and the mix paint and vanilla smell of her skin to ground you before you could continue. It helped, everytime you needed it. “Yeah, and told me I was a freak because he saw Eeyore in my bag and how I carry him around like a baby…” you paused, twitching, hands fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, tracing a finger over Mommy’s hand and she held you close. “so I packed everything up and ran out. I wanna do the paper but by show how it helps people…people like me.” You sighed finally relaxing into Wandas touch, manoeuvring yourself back down, lowering your head slowly, gravitating it onto her lap, and stretching your feet onto Nats thighs. Curled up on your side, stretched over them both.

“Comfy?” Wanda asked, running her index finger round the curve of your ear.

“That’s our perfect baby.” Nat smiled softly, dragging her own finger gently over the side of your foot.

You felt like if you were a cracked piece of glass, with them holding you, you would be fixed in no time. The feel of Wanda’s warm fingers, clad with Rose gold rings, including her wedding ring and the ring you gave her for her birthday last year, the feel of Nat’s tenderness, her strokes felt different more like writing compared to Wanda’s paint strokes, but both made you feel grounded in their care, that you could be as little as you wanted or needed to be, especially when talking about the big stuff.

Wanda was pondering on what to do next, and like a flash of lightning she seemed to have an idea. “Alright baby. You never have to go back there. Nat will be your professor.” Wanda said like it was set in stone for centuries.

Nat’s eyes shot up higher than you’d ever seen them go, causing your child like giggle to escape your dry lips. Nat’s own lips were parted staring at Wanda “wait, what?” The shock came in unexpectedly, with Wanda definitely being the one in charge here.

“Oh come on Nat, just look at her.” The corners of Wanda’s lips twitched, as she gently held your chin, moving it to look towards Nat “how can you say no to that beautiful face?” and Wanda let you chin go, as you burrowed your head back into her neck.

Wanda bowed her head to your ear and whispered something mischievous, Nat’s own eyes watching you both suspiciously.“Do your puppy eyes, she’ll never say no to them.”

You turned your face from Wanda’s neck, peering over at Nat, and widened your eyes to big moons, in an attempt to do as Mommy had said as she egged you on, and in an instant Nat was wrapped round your little finger.

“You know how unfair this is.” Nat protested, shaking her head at Wanda. “well Mama just got a promotion little Bug, but they’ll be no slacking.” She teased, reaching over and tapping your nose.

Wanda just rolled her eyes at Nat, she knew in reality that her wife could not wait to be your professor, to teach you everything you wanted to learn.

You couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose at the tap, Wanda caressed your face pressing a small kiss to your cheek. She then found your paci reaching for it behind your thigh, her finger tapping your wobbly bottom lip, after all the big emotions and even with the soft conversation afterwards you were still feeling fragile and Wanda noticed. She always notices.

“Open for me baby.” Wanda encouraged, with your head now back on her lap, you did as she asked, parting your lips slowly and she slid the dark coloured paci into your mouth, your lips closing around it. Instant relief. Wanda coudln’t help but smile as you began to suckle, both of them watching you as it helped lower you—to go deeper into your regression, something you needed more than anything else right now.

May kept her eyes on you, and you saw the way her lips were upturned. You didn’t understand was she was watching you so intently, all you were doing was sucking your paci, but for whatever reason having her watch you made you feel just as warm as Wanda’s arms around you. And when Nat continued to watching, you made a sort of baby bird chirp noise before hiding your face in the side of Mommy’s tummy.

Wanda’s hearted squeezed and the little sound you made, it took everything in her not to start crying at how adorable you were. She took a breath, hand on your back and then looking over to Nat “I'll give her five minutes of paci time, then she can nurse.” Wanda whispered to Nat, running her fingers lightly over your cheek. “then you can take her home.”

Nat nodded, “She’s exhausted love. She won’t make it out to the hall without falling asleep, even without her nursing.” Nat stayed on you as you sucked your paci a little harder, soft noises coming from your mouth, making both of them laugh just a little.

“You know, she ran all the way here.” Wanda said softly, worry continuing to show in her face about the fact you had left school, and just ran six blocks to her work. She began tracing her finger down the side of your face and up again, and back down, but stopped as soon as she saw you falling asleep.

“You’re kidding me? What about her friend Jess?” Nat asked, “thought she was going to keep an eye.”

“She’s on holiday.” Wanda sighed, before hearing a little chirp from your throat. You were whimpering at the lack of contact, needing her fingers over your face again. “no sleeping baby, not yet, stay with me, that’s it, that’s my good girl.” Wandas voice was low and quiet, keeping you grounded and settled before she’d even start nursing.

Nat couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing at your noises, not because she was making fun, but because she was in awe of how adorable you were that she couldn’t do anything but laugh, but she knew of you heard that, then you’d feel hurt or self conscious. So she bit it back.

Nat suddenly sensed something happening outside, there was noise, commotion and some loud voices. Wanda heard it too and they both went to move.

“I’ll go,” Wanda let out an irritated sigh, as she attempted to move but you clung to her tighter making a small distressed sound, as your fingers twisted in the material of her dress.

“No my love, you’re about to nurse her and unfortunately, my boobs don’t feed her. Yours do.” Nat chuckled, lifting your legs from her lap and setting them on the sofa as she stood. She leaned over to kiss Wandas temple, her hand caressing her cheek and melting into each other like they were made to fit there. Nat peeled herself away before leaving the room to figure out what was happening.

You clung tighter to Wanda feeling a sudden empty space in the room where Nat had just been. Wanda smiled down at you humming in an old lullaby that her mother used to sing to her, one that made her feel safe and comforted, it didn’t take long before she saw a small smile appear behind the pacifier tucked in your mouth.

“Oh my little bug,” Wanda whispered her gentle index finger stroking down the bridge of your nose. “you are too precious for this world sometimes you know?” Wanda wasn’t really asking if you knew that, it was more of her internal thoughts being spoken out loud to remind you of the absolute love and adoration she had for you.

“Mmm?” You moaned around your pack, not fully awake, but not asleep either.

Wanda ran her fingers through your hair, smiling down at you like the little bundle of joy that you felt you were “Do you want to nurse before Mama takes you home to sleep?” Wanda’s voice was quiet as she broke the small paci suckling noises, she already knew the answer, as she shifted herself slightly, pulling you up and moving your head into the crook of her elbow as she rested it on the pillow at the side of the sofa.

You nodded eagerly, hands not so subtle digging into the top of her dress. Wanda couldn’t help but softly chuckle, watching the way you breathed, and your eyes closed shut, somewhere in between awake and asleep.“Do you what the nursing cover today or not sweetheart?”

You responded with a pouty shake of your head, frowning, still not having opened your eyes. Wanda rolled her own eyes and pushed her finger gently into the creases in your temple “none of that my little bug, it was just a question, no need to get so frowny.” Wanda shifted a little “let mommy sort herself out and then—”

“Milk?” You said with one eye suddenly open, and one hand down the front of her dress.

“Oh now you’re awake,” Wanda said with a gentle smile gracing her lips, her hand tapping your cheek gently before moving onto her the top of her dress, and removing your hand “patience sweet girl. You’ll get your food.”

You looked up at her shly, blinking from being so sleepy, and needing her to comfort you with her arms and her milk. “My greedy little thing, you’d be attached to me permanently if you could,” Wanda teased, tapping your nose gently with her finger “and Mommy wouldn’t mind one bit.”

At those last words you couldn’t help but smile, giving your paci another tiny suckle, as your turned your head into her arm, and hearing the way she laughed, made your whole body feel like it was enveloped in the warmth of paint and vanilla.

Wanda was almost there with removing the top of her dress, but before she did she took your chin in her hands again and warmly spoke to you about running away from class. She needed to make sure you really understood the severity of the situation, not to scare you, never to scare you. “Sweetheart I need you to listen me. We won’t be able to get you out of school for another few weeks, you won’t have to go to Campbells class if you don’t wish to, but if you do go, and you feel at any point that you need me, or Mama or that you need to be little, you can’t just run here.”

You pouted up at her, gaze shifting to her breast, but the sudden firmer grip on your chin pulled you back, and your eyes looked up at hers sitting in the glow of the autumn sun.

The last thing you wanted to do was have the big talk, but with the seriousness lacing Mommy’s voice you knew you couldn’t ignore it, despite your want for milk.

“I’m serious Bug. You don’t see danger when you’re little, so you call me or mama to come get you and one of us will come. You stay in the library at school, and we will come and find you. Do you understand Bug?” Wanda asked, despite the sudden strong words, you knew it was for your own good.

“Yes Mommy, I promise, I stay in the libwary, till you or Mama come get me, or maybe Aunt pepper.” You nodded, and just like that, the door burst open with annoyed voices and you grabbed Wandas shirt curling into her side like the tiny baby you felt you were, whimpering into her side,

Wanda’s hand instinctively was placed on your back holding you steady, rubbing, and keeping you close “shhh, it’s okay baby, just Mama” Wanda paused “and unfortunately Tony. What do you want, can’t you see I’m busy.” Her eyes narrowed into the red faced man, who had done nothing but annoy her all week.

“Don’t like him.” You whimpered around your Paci, that had somehow stayed in your mouth. “Too loud.” You said as quietly as you could with a shaky voice.

“Your wife said I was wrong, she doesn’t even work here.” Tony huffed holding one piece of art from the collection, and practically growling at Nat. “She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

“I would beg to differ.” Wanda sighed, muffling your ears “she knows far more than you ever could learn in ten years Tony.”

“Not only do I hold an art history doctorate.” Nat was scowling at Tony now, before turning her attention to Wanda “but I’ve also lived and been married to you long enough that if I didn’t know my way around them, living with your would surely have taught me over the years to know the fucking difference between a 1745 Jacobite piece and 1916 World War One piece.” Nats exhaustion of Tony was coming through loud and clear, her eyes drifting to look down at you, a cheeky smirk on her face as you turned your head to look up at her.

The warmth of Mommy’s hands on your ears, and Mama smirking down, it’s didn’t just make you feel safe, but made you feel like it was game of hide and seek—or who was going to crack first at the cuteness overload you were glowing in.

Wanda noticed the shift in your body, from tense to relaxed and giggly. Her blue eyes focused on you as her hands stayed over your ears, she leaned down leaving a wet kiss on your temple, and loving the way you squirmed “Mommy! That was wet!”

A small smile pulled in the corners of her lips, watching you and the way you squealed. “You’re such a drama queen—”

“Princess!” You huffed, if you were going to be the drama, Mama had better get the kind of dramatic little you were right.

“Oh?” Nat raised her brow at you, and Wanda held a hand over her own mouth to stop herself from laughing too much. “Oh well, my little dramatic princess, Mama and Tony will be done in just a minute then you can have your milk okay baby?”

Wanda, now having composed herself, looked back up at the aggravated Tony who was still holding the frame of art. “Fine let’s see it, but I do trust Nat more than you Tony.” Wanda sighed, her hand still firm on your back as Tony held up the framed piece. “And you think this is what Tony?”

“Nineteensixteen.” He said proudly.

And you began giggling behind your Paci, head pressed into Wanda’s ribs, because even as a little, you knew how wrong he was.

“Shhh, Mommy’s about to make another man cry.” Wanda whispered into your ear for only you to hear, but anat got the gist of what Wanda had said, her own arms folded across her chest in anticipation. “You're wrong. My wife is correct. This is the Jacobite piece. How you mixed those two up I’ll never know.” Wanda sighed looking down “now please go, so I can finally feed her. I’ll be out in twenty minutes.”

You groaned subtly—or not so much at that, you wanted more time than twenty minutes attatched to her boob.

“Seriously Bug?” Wanda chuckled.

You nodded, face now a little red “I’m hungry. Pwease?.” turning your face so you could meet Mommy’s eyes, looking like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Okay then, scratch that, I’ll be thirty minutes.” Wanda corrected herself, looking up at Tony, watching as stormed off in a huff, whilst the three of you stayed, and Nat caught the door before it slammed, she shut it with a click and locked the door behind him.

“You want me to grab the cover?” Nat asked heading towards the bag Wanda kept full of your little things.

“No you’re alright, she doesn’t want it today.” Wanda smiled, knowing that both she and Nat love it even more when you don’t have the cover. They love watching you feed from Mommy, the way your whole face relaxes, with your mouth attatched to her. It’s so wonderful and gives them both the kind of comfort watching as you get feeding.

Nat made herself useful by making herself a coffee and sitting down at Wandas desk, reading her book whilst you got what you needed. Knowing Mama was near by, made any nursing session you had that much better.

“Thirty minutes? Really baby?” Wanda chuckled, pulling the top of her dress down over her shoulder and undoing her nursing bra that she always wore now just to be on the safe side, revealing her full breast to you. The way your eyes shone as soon as you saw it, made both Wanda and Nat chuckle. “My greedy girl. That’s you.” Wanda tapped the end of your nose watching as you crinkle it up after her touch left.

“Our little barnacle baby.” Nat peered over the top of her book, hand wrapped around the warm mug of coffee.

Wanda helped to move you, smiling as your little toes curled around the sofas cushion, and she cradled your head in the crook of her arm, watching carefully as your need grew—despite being able to latch on your own it always made you happier when Mommy helped you. Her thumb and finger came to your mouth, pulling you paci free with a wet pop, and discarded on the table next to the sofa. Then her thumb came to you bottom lip, parting them, and holding your as she attached your mouth to her nipple, you instantly relaxed. Everything disappeared and it was just you and Mommy as you began to suckle slowly at first, her nipple between your lips as her milk took a moment to come before finally touching your tongue.

The moan that vibrated from your throat, as your eye lids fluttered close, made Nat lower her book at look over at the scene. Wanda cradling you, rocking ever so gently as you suckled, your cheeks warming as the milk continued to flow in the safety of her arms.

“She latch okay?” Nat asked fingers tapping next to her mug.

“Yeah—ow.” Wanda winced looking down at your apologetic eyes that had suddenly opened and Wanda’s gasp, tears threatening to spill from your eyes panicked that you’d hurt her. Wanda quickly brushed her thumb over your cheek “No tears baby, and no teeth either, please, or I’ll have to get Mama to give you a bottle in future, I know you’re hungry, but just slow down.” Wanda threatened it but she didn’t mean it, it was just a way to remind you not to bite.

Wanda pulled you in closer watching as your toes curled around the cushion by your feet, you small gentle pulls as you drank more, feeding you in every way she could, it wasn’t just you needing this. It was her too. The closeness, it was the only down time she got and it was almost away for her to recharge as well.

Nat couldn’t help but peer over her book again, fingers dancing along the rim of her mug, watching you be fed, watching Wanda be the one to do it, and smiling over at her because she knew this was the only time Wanda completely stopped.

Wanda felt the air from your nose tickle against her skin, her hand continuing on the side of your face as you drunk her milk, slurping mid sip. The taste sweet and pulling you deeper into your regressed and comforted state.

“Such a noisy little feeder today, my little love bug.”Wanda’s fingers floated over your cheek, feeling the movement of your jaw as you suckled greedily, your tired eyes shut, staying attached to Mommy, wanting, needing. She didn’t mind one bit, her eyes focussed entirely on you. “Good girl, that’s my good, good girl.” Wanda whispered, her voice honey with comfort, before turning to her usual lullaby. Your favourite one that helped you drift.

Despite feeling the pull, you tried opening your eyes again, keeping them open, wearily looking up at the red hair above you, as your suckles slowed, but mouth still attached. Wandas fingers soon came to your eyes lids shutting them gently “Just relax baby. Mommy’s right here.” Wanda smiled, her own eyes tearing up as they always did when she fed you. Watching the way you completely surrendered to her and her touch, your tongue lapping up the milk, as it continued to flow, eyes now fully shut as you felt your self drift, brain foggy with sleep and comfort from both milk and Mommy—you were so far under you didn’t even hear Nat speak.

“She’s going to be asleep any second and I’m going to have to carry her to the car my love.” Nat looked over her book again, pretending she wasn’t soaking the visual up just as much as Wanda was in practice.

“And your point is? You love doing that with her.” Wanda didn’t take her eyes off you, as her fingers traced over the shell of your ear “so perfect like this baby.”

“Mmmm.” You hummed, not even recognising your own voice as you let out a little moan around Mommy’s nipple, still drinking, but the suckles having slowed right down, sending yourself further into the foggy haze of milk drunk sleep.

Wanda couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips, whispering “music to Mommy’s ears” while brushing your hair back from your face. “So peaceful.”

“Has she ever made that noise before?” Nat asked quietly so not to disturb you.

“Never—that’s a first.” Wanda smiled quietly, melting at every small sound you made. Her fingers back to your cheek, where she could feel your mouth suckling, slow, and almost forgotten “she’s never made that noise whilst feeding before.”

“She’s happy.” Nat smiled “look milk drunk already, and she’s dribbling your milk down her chin.”

“I think you’ll find it’s her milk now.” Wanda let out her own contented sigh, as she pulled her sleeve over her thumb and wiped your chin. “There we go messy girl. Keep drinking.” The three of you sat like that in quiet company, other the noises you made as you took in more of Mommy milk. Nat still sat with her book and luke warm coffee, you curling into Wanda like you could meld together, and almost as if right on the dot of thirty minutes your suckling slowed right down, stilled almost, jaw slacked and Wanda with her thumb pulled your lips free from her nipple, wiping your chin again, as you slipped into you're milk drunk sleepy state, head lolling to the side, mouth open, completely blissed out on the comfort of having been fed.

“Christ look at her, such a lightweight, little bit of milk and she’s out for the count.” Nat teased, “look mouth open and everything, she’ll start catching flies.”

You made a small whimpering noise but stayed where you were with your mouth open, Wanda traced her finger down your nose, her heart full of so much love she couldn’t even comprehend it “Nat leave her alone, stop teasing the poor girl. She’s had a good feed, that’s all the matters.”

“Come on little bug,” Nat said after a few minutes of letting you rest, she stood, picking up your backpack, making sure everything was still inside.

Whilst Nat was packing, Wanda found your pacifier on the side, picking it up between her fingers, she held your chin and slid it back between your lips before you started fussing, Eeyore still squished in your arms, and she gave you the softest kiss to your forehead “My beautiful well fed girl.”

You gave a sleepy suckle and a tiny coo to mommy words, your lips already wet from the quick sucked on the pacifier. Nat tilted her head watching you with your Winnie the Pooh back pack sling over her shoulder. “She thinks it’s you.” Nat smiled, it wasn’t a tease, it was a genuine observation.

“Whatever gives her comfort, hey?” Wanda smiled, holding you against her chest, breathing in your baby scent, having started using the children’s body wash, you really did have that baby smell that both Wanda and Nat loved so much.

“You can smell her again when you get home, my love.” Nat smiled, leaning in and giving Wanda a soft kiss on her lips, Nat’s hand caressing her face as her lips moved against hers before pulling herself away at the sound of your little noise.

“On that note.” Wanda smiled, brushing Nat’s lip with the pad of her thumb, as you made another sleepy noise in Mommy’s arms.

“Let’s get you home then out sweet, fed girl.” Nat picked you up from Mommy’s lap, lifting you like you weighed nothing into her arms, holding you like a little kola bear, her hand on your back, keeping you soft and centred. “Good girl, just sleep, you’ve had a big day.”You wrapped your arms around Nats shoulders, your head dropping to one side as you sucked your pacifier every thirty seconds almost as if remembering suddenly you had a job to do. Suckle.

Wanda stood up, clasping her bra back up, and pulling her dress back over her shoulder before smoothing her dress out. Her hand lifted slowly to your small cheek and her lips met your skin there, lingering for a moment, as she brushed your hair, reluctant to leave you and let you go—but she had to, so with a little push from Nat, her lips left your, and she left you with another wet kiss on your cheek. “She’s so soft like this. I don’t want to leave her.” Wanda’s hand continued to brush your hair back.

“I know.” Nat understood as Wandas lips found her mouth again, cupping Nat’s chin, loving and affectionate, pausing for a moment just be before parting “get her home,” Wanda breathed “oh and make sure she sleeps for a good hour. You know she’ll be awake at two in the morning again otherwise.”

“Wanda. Love.” Nat caressed her wife’s face, seeing the worry in her eyes “I’ll bore her to sleep, telling her stupid made up facts about goats or something, I don’t know, just trust me.”

“Sorry, I just—I do trust you Nat, more than anyone. She’s just been regressed more than not recently and it just worries me.” Wanda sighed, folding her arms across her chest, as she took in the sight of you asleep on Nat’s shoulder, floppy, head lolled to the side as you slowly sucked you pacifier, watching as it bobbed in your mouth, and in the same way that you fed from Wanda. You were still in the same clothes as when you first arrived in the chaos earlier, except no longer wearing shoes or socks, just your little glittery nail polish on your toes.

“I know love,” Nat captures Wanda’s cheek in her palm “I promise you we will sort everything out, and she's happy, safe, and she needs this right now, she needs us.” Nat’s voice lowered to a quietness so not to wake their sleeping bug, and watching Wanda’s face finally relax, Nat let herself breathe just a little bit easier, and the weight of leaving her wife no longer quite so heavy. “We can get Chinese tonight, how’s that sound?”

Wanda nodded in agreement, looking better than she did when you had first arrived. Wanda took one look at you, and crouched down leaving kisses along the ends of your toes. You made a small coo, almost a giggle but not quite as you were still completely out of it, so far under from having been fed.

“Careful Wands, you’ll wake her up tickling those sparkly toes.” Nat teased but melting at the way you stayed floppy and the sound of your paci bobbing in your mouth as Mommy kissed your toes eliciting cute baby bird sounds from you. Nat smiled at Wanda, he hand caressing the back of her neck and pulling her close. She planted another kiss on her lip, longer this time, softer, a kiss that made you feel their love envelope you.

“Mmm, you gotta stop kissing me like that, I’ll never leave.” Wanda sighed, blinking at Nat, her eyes the following down to you, pressing another wet kiss to your cheek, and your hand reached out to Wanda. Her hand taking yours and kissing your knuckles before letting you go, your hand floppy against Nat again.

“I’ll keep her safe, Wands. I promise. Go work, we’ll be waiting at home.” Nat turned her attention back to you “Say bye bye to Mommy sweet girl.” Nats smile pulled at her lips as she raised your floppy hand to wave goodbye to Wanda, who quickly kissed your knuckles one last time.

“Wanda, she’s out cold, go before she pulls you under my love.” and Wanda nodded in agreement, knowing if she stayed a single second longer, she’d never leave.

So she left quickly, unlocking and disappearing out the door, her heels being heard down the end of the corridor along with doting voice.

“I think Mommy doesn’t want us to go.” Nat sighed, holding you close, as you suckled your paci, shoes and socks in your backpack slung over Nat’s shoulder, and walking out the office down to the car, with you now asleep, and safe in her arms.

No matter how regressed you were—wether big or small, they loved you with every ounce of their hearts.

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