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little!victoria who regresses hard after a fight with her mom and trinity finds her or she ends up at trinity’s somehow, big sister!trinity to the rescue comforting little!vic

"everything will become clear to you." 🌌.🐻 ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Victoria gets into a bad fight with her mom, leaving her to storm off outside. Trinity follows her and makes sure she's alright.

can anyone tell i rewatched brother bear last night and sobbed my eyes out like its them guys

goodnightbeas

baran, who is trying to make the bed in the morning and shapeshifter!trin (about 2-3) who thinks its absolutely hilarious to wrap herself in or lay on top of all the blankets baran‘s trying to lay out

oh i love this

theres-a-tvjoe

Rabbot ‘together since the start’ social media au

Part 21/? | the sentimental pride post

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“Dr. Abbot,” Javadi asks, clearing her throat behind him. He’s just about to leave, eyes still tracking Robby where he’s chatting with Dana.

“Javadi,” he says, finally tearing his eyes away from his husband to look at her. “What can I do for you?”

“Um,” she starts, shifting awkwardly. “I just - do you have a second? I was hoping I could talk to you.”

Jack nods, gesturing for her to lead the way somewhere quieter.

She leads them to the break room, closing the door behind her.

“Everything okay?” He asks, leaning against the counter. He and Javadi have struck up what Robby calls an ‘unlikely bond’ - it’s gotten especially strong after the alley debacle on their night out.

She’s a good kid - desperate for approval and hating that she’s desperate for approval, wanting a role model and only ever getting marching orders from her own parents. She’s come to Jack a few times for advice, and he’s flattered that she trusts him.

“Um, yeah,” she swallows. “Yeah, I just. I don’t know if this is - if I’m like allowed to do this -“

“Javadi,” Jack says patiently.

“- or if it’s like, a problem or a workplace thing or-“

“Javadi.”

“ - but I don’t know what else to do, and I think - I mean I know we joke but you’re obviously not my dad but -“

“Victoria,” Jack says, stepping forward and putting his arms gently on her shoulders, squeezing. “Talk to me, kid. It’s all okay.”

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and scared.

“I think I might be gay,” she blurts, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Her eyes well.

Jack feels his heart break a little for her, because he knows how scary it is to say those words out loud for the first time.

“Hey,” he says gently, ducking his head to meet her eyes. “Hey, look at me. Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

She nods, immediately pushing forward against his chest. He wraps his arms around her, chuckling softly as he rubs her back.

“Oh kid,” he says softly. “I’ve got you. Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else?”

“Just Trin,” she sniffs, hands curled tight in the back of his scrub top. “I was gonna tell Robby first but I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it without crying because he’d give me those big ‘I’m proud of you’ eyes, but turns out I can’t do it without crying no matter who it is.”

Jack laughs, knowing exactly what eyes she’s talking about. Robby is also a sympathy crier - if Javadi had started, Robby would’ve too.

He rubs her arms, gently pushing her back so he can look at her.

“Well, I’m really proud of you too,” he says, smiling softly. “And I’m glad you felt like you could tell me.”

She shrugs, smiling a little as wipes her eyes.

“I just - I wanted to tell like, my parents but I don’t - it’s not… like that, with us.”

Jack nods, sympathetic. He remembers how badly he’d wanted that parental support, that approval from a trusted elder. He never got it.

“Well,” he says, voice gentle but firm. “That’s their loss. And Robby and I are more than happy to stand in, if you want us.”

She gives him a watery smile, hugging him again.

“Thanks,” she whispers, voice muffled against his scrubs.

“Any time, kiddo,” he says, blinking away the burning in his own eyes as she pats her back. “And go easy on Robby if he gets misty eyed, he’s a big softy.”

She laughs, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, world’s worst kept secret.”

Jack laughs. “Hey, you’re the one that picked emotional middle aged gay dads.”

The smile he gets in return is nearly blinding.

Yeah, he thinks. The kids are alright.

goodnightbeas

I have a headcanon that little!trinity is a babbler! I think that she's insecure at first about it, but really loves when her mamas respond as if they're having a grown-up conversation :3 I'd love to see your take on this! (can be shapeshifting or just regular ol little trin !!!

-@kirby-kid

Oh she absolutely is!! she's their angel.

goodnightbeas

Shapeshifter!Trinity who is like 4 and for some reason is clinging to Joy during a shift???

this is hilarious i really need more joy content.

littlepittie

trinity who's always been more of a quiet regressor. not just because she tends to go nonverbal, but because all of it is subtle. she doesn't crave teethers or kid toys, she doesn't babble and whine, it's like she's just... stuck in a younger headspace, impossibly sensitive and emotional.

it's not always pleasant. it's scary, it's all-consuming, it's something she desperately wishes she could just turn off. maybe she doesn't wanna watch kid cartoons or color, but she does so badly want her mommy. a mommy. someone warm and soft and safe to take care of her like a kid, hold her and rock her, maybe sing a lullaby.

and it's embarrassing, so embarrassing to want it, when she knows objectively she's big. but she doesn't feel big. she feels so, impossibly small.

when her and baran start dating, it doesn't take baran all that long to notice. she's perceptive, even moreso when she cares about someone. she notices when trinity's words start to fade, slightly higher-pitched and softer til they're silent. she notices trinity's body language change, the way she curls into herself, the way her eyes widen a little, dart around like she's expecting to be in trouble. she notices.

but she also notices trinity's quietness about it— and she doesn't wanna push anything too far, too fast. trinity is closed-off for good reason. she's been hurt over and over, taken advantage of, chewed up and spat out. baran had to coax trust out of her with weeks of proving that she's here, she's staying, and she cares. she cares so much. but baran still knows they have a long way to go.

so as trinity is quiet in her regression, baran is quiet in her caregiving. starts cuddling trinity more, petting her hair. offering to brush it for her, braid it before bed. hums soft songs under her breath, pressing kisses to trinity's head. what makes trinity finally break, bury her face in baran's neck to hide her tears, is when baran just can't help but speak up and soothe trinity with words she's been holding back.

oh, you're such a sweet girl. I know you're feeling small, trinity, okay? I know, I know... I want you to know it's okay, sweetheart, I need you to know it's okay. mama's here. I'll always be right here, shh, shh... always... mama's precious girl.

lemonscribs

Pride sharks! Happy pride month :D more super cute pride flags themed sharks coming soon 👀

littlepittie

autistic little!pup!den who liiiives in Robby's old, worn shirts. he's even more sensitive to textures when he's little, the wrong shirt or a scratchy tag sends him into a meltdown. but robby's shirts are perfect— no tags, been through the wash so many times, perfectly soft. not to mention how comforting it is to have something of papa's wrapped up all around him.

and Robby just can't get enough of him in those big tshirts, cooing at the adorable sight of it. awww, sweet little puppy, look at youuu. my soft baby, huh? shh, that's a good pup, oh, I know. you're so cute, puppy, papa's precious little one. <333

littleshepherdz

He's stealing all of Robby's wardrobe like his life depends on. He swears it's just better! U can't blame him. ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა

math-rocks-and-lizard-bats

How would Trinity's CG's react to her being fussy for no reason, nothing happend that day she just is fussy

Alright alright alright. Short but sweet!

mabessbabe

You Owe Me

LIttle! Trinity & Little! Victoria & Caregiver! Baran Al-Hashimi & Caregiver! Cassie Mckay

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Baran had, technically, been warned.

"She's really easy when she's little," Cassie had promised over the phone. "Genuinely. She's the chillest kid, she basically just sits and cuddles her elephant and watches whatever's on and she'll probably just nap, honestly, Baran, I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it would be fine—"

Three hours later, Baran was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in the wreckage of what had once been a couch arrangement, surrounded by every stuffed animal she owned plus several she didn't recognize.

Trinity was four today. Clear as anything. Baran could work with four.

Victoria, however, appeared to be approximately eighteen months, and Baran was less certain she had the specific training for that. Trinity was rarely younger than two.

"No no no—" Victoria made a grab for Pelly, who Trinity had picked up with genuinely innocent intentions, just to look at him, and clutched him back to her chest with both arms.

"I jus' wanted to see him!" Trinity said, deeply affronted. "I wasn't gonna do anything to him!"

"Mine," Victoria said, very plainly with the force of a very stubborn toddler.

"I know he's yours, I jus'—"

"Mine," said Victoria, louder.

Baran interceded before the pitch could climb further. "Trin, sweetheart, Pelly is Victoria's special toy. He makes her feel really safe."

"I know but-," Trinity said, in a tone that suggested she did not really care; she just wanted to see Pelly.

"Do you want to introduce her to your special toy?" Baran said. "Maybe if Gumbo comes out to say hi, Pelly won't feel like he has to be guarded."

Trinity thought about this with visible effort. Then she turned and disappeared down the hallway, and there was the extended sound of rummaging, and she came back holding Gumbo, ancient, beloved, one ear slightly more loved than the other, and dropped down carefully in front of Victoria.

"This is Gumbo," she announced with great formality. "He's been my best friend for like ever, so he knows how to be nice. Pelly doesn't have to be scared."

Victoria stared at Gumbo. She looked at Trinity. She looked back at Gumbo very carefully.

Then, slowly, with great deliberateness, she extended Pelly forward.

Their noses touched.

Trinity made a sound like she'd witnessed something sacred. "They're friends," she breathed.

"Mm," Victoria said, and smiled around her paci, small and private.

Baran was just beginning to feel like she had a handle on things when her phone rang from the counter.

Cassie.

She answered it with the particular serenity of someone bracing themselves. "Hello."

"Okay, so, slight change of plans—" Cassie's voice was apologetic before she'd even finished the sentence. "I'm so sorry, it's going to be another hour, maybe an hour and a half, things ran completely over and I—"

From the floor, Victoria had begun to fuss. Not crying yet, but building, the low, escalating sound that Baran had been told meant tired, hungry, and probably in need of a change, in some combination.

"Cassie," Baran said.

"I know—"

"You owe me."

"I know, I genuinely owe you so much, I'll do anything you want—"

"We will talk later." Baran was already moving. She didn't really mean anything serious; she was just messing with the other woman. tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder and reaching for the bag Cassie had left by the door. "Trin, baby, can you do me a really important favor?"

Trinity looked up with immediate seriousness.

"Can you keep Gumbo and Pelly company while I help Victoria for a second? It's a very big job."

Trinity puffed up like she'd been handed a responsibility of great national significance. She pulled both animals into her arms. "I'll keep 'em safe," she said gravely.

"I knew I could count on you."

Victoria's fussing was pitching upward, her face going red at the edges.

"I'll be there in forty-five minutes, an hour tops," Cassie was saying, "I'm so sorry, just—"

"Go finish what you're doing," Baran said, already settling on the floor near Victoria, keeping her voice even. "We are fine. I want that on record: we are fine. But Cassie—"

"Yeah?"

"When I need something from you. I'm not taking no for an answer.

"I know, I know, baby its terrible." Baran looked at Victoria, whose face was crumpled and wet, her lower lip pushed so far out it was architectural. Then she looked at Trinity, who was sitting in a solemn circle of stuffed animals, introducing Gumbo and Pelly to the others with great care and seriousness. "You're doing so well," Baran told the distraught baby.

She reached into Cassie's bag, found the pull-up, found the wipes, and found the glass bottle. She got to work.

By the time Cassie came through the door, windswept and apologetic, Victoria was drowsy and warm against Baran's chest, bottle nearly empty, purple blanket tucked around her. Trinity was asleep with her head in Baran's lap, one hand still loosely holding Gumbo's ear.

Cassie stood in the doorway for a moment and didn't say anything.

"Don't," Baran said quietly. "You'll wake them."

Cassie pressed her lips together, eyes soft. She crossed to the couch and sat on the arm of it and looked at her girl, at Trinity, at Baran in the middle of all of it.

"Thank you," she said, barely a whisper.

Baran looked down at the two of them, small and heavy and trusting.

qedart

A few people requested a Robby companion piece to the Baby-Jack photo album, so here we are, a sneak peak at Bubbe Robinavitch's photo collection.

(No I did not make myself sad with the notion of Robby's smile fading post-age 8).

littlepittie

little!den plopping himself into robby's lap, tired and a little shaky, quiet as a mouse. he nuzzles weakly underneath robby's jaw, just so, so sad and exhausted, in desperate need of comfort, of safety.

robby understands immediately, because he always does, because he knows his boy. cuddles dennis closer to his chest, rubs warm, firm circles over his back until dennis loosens. murmurs oh, baby boy. are you feeling small? yeah? shh, that's okay, papa's right here, baby. riight here, always.

mabessbabe

NO NAP!

Little! Trinity Satnos & CG! Baran Al-Hashimi

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( was thinking about making a Discord, but only if enough people wanted to join lol, obviously 18+ and SFW agree friendly, but mainly to talk about the pitt and make friends!)

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The signs were unmistakable by noon.

First, there was the yawning deep, jaw-cracking yawns that Trinity tried to hide behind her blanket and failed at completely. Then there was the doorframe incident, where she'd misjudged the corner by about three inches and bumped her shoulder and then sat on the floor and cried for eleven full minutes about it, inconsolable, Gumbo pressed to her face. The little girl couldn't help but rub her eyes, which were already half-lidded, every few seconds. Then there was the extended standoff over which cup had the right kind of juice in it, which was apparently not any cup currently in the kitchen.

Baran watched her carefully from the couch as Trinity stood in the middle of the living room in her little cloud-print pyjama set, blanket trailing from one hand, paci in, Gumbo under her arm, eyes red-rimmed and glassy.

Three today. A very tired, stubborn three.

"Lovebug," Baran said.

"Mm," Trinity mumbled. Warily. Like she already knew.

"I think maybe it's time for a little—"

"No."

"—rest. Just a quiet—"

"Nuh uh." Trinity's grip on Gumbo tightened. "No. Nap. Mama."

"Not a nap," Baran said carefully. "Just quiet time. In your room. With your blanket."

Trinity stared at her. Her eyes were practically sliding shut from the weight of her own tiredness and she was still staring at Baran with complete, ironclad refusal.

"not seepy," she said. The words came out slightly slurred.

"Okay." Baran was faking calm facial expressions as if not to scare the easily ruffled toddler standing in front of her. Knowing that if Trinity didn't have a nap today, it would be hell to pay for later.

She yawned again, enormous, the kind that took over her whole face. She finished it and looked at Baran with great dignity. " wasn' a weal one."

"Of course not," Baran said.

"jus'—" She waved her hand. "Stwetchin' my mouf."

"Right."

"fings to do," Trinity said. "I have fings, Mama. Impowtant fings." The R's were going. They always went when she was tired or upset, sliding sideways into W's, the edges of words softening like something being worn down. "no nap—" she searched for a reason "—because Bwuey is on."

"Bluey will still be there after quiet time."

Trinity considered this dangerously. "What if she's not?"

"She will be."

"What if—"

"Trin." Baran held out her hand. Just her hand. Open. Palm faced down, reaching out.

Trinity looked at it. Her eyes were betraying her completely now, drooping at the corners. She looked at Baran's face. She looked back at the hand.

"Not a nap," she said. A last stand. Barely standing.

"Not a nap," Baran agreed.

Trinity walked over and took the hand, and her grip was loose and warm, and she leaned against Baran's side as they walked down the hall like she'd run out of energy to hold herself upright. She picked her up, already swaying and patting her back.

In the nursery, Baran turned down the sheets and put the little girl face up, and she immediately burrowed under her blanket with Gumbo ( her stuffed bunny), paci in. She turned to face the wall. Very pointed. Clearly demonstrating that she was simply resting. Simply existing quietly. This was not a nap.

Baran was leaning over the crib, running slow circles on her back.

"Not sweepin'," Trinity said, muffled by the pacifier in her mouth.

"No," Baran said.

"Jus' wayin'."

"Just laying," Baran agreed.

The room was warm and dim, the curtains filtering everything to something amber and soft.

"Mama?" Trinity's voice was barely above a breath.

"Mm?"

"Stay?"

"Right here," Baran said. "Not going anywhere, baby."

A silence. Baran listened to her breathe.

Trinity was out in less than 2 minutes. Baby breaths evening out, mixing with the sound of the nursery's beloved sound machine.

Baran looked at her for a long moment, small and certain and entirely knocked out, one hand still loosely curled around Gumbo's ear, lashes dark against her cheeks. She reached over and fixed the blanket where it had slipped.

"No nap, my ass, sweet girl", Baran muddered to herself. But she had won the war.

mabessbabe

Four A.M.

Little!Victoria Javadi & CG!Cassie Mckay

(Let me preface by saying that in my drabbles, I would assume when reading (unless I say otherwise) that they are the physical body size that they regress to.)

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Cassie heard her on the monitor first. The stupid monitor that her anxiously freakish brain bought, even though she knew technically, Victoria was an adult most of the time.

It was barely a sound at all, a small, hitching breath that could have been static, but she was out of bed before she was fully awake, muscle memory carrying her down the hall. She did not play with Victoria, and she wasn't taking any risks.

Victoria's room was dim, just the little constellation nightlight in the corner throwing soft shapes across the ceiling. Victoria was sitting up in the middle of her bed, both hands wrapped around Pelly, her elephant, always Pelly, with her face doing the thing it did just before crying, that terrible suspended moment where everything was teetering. Her little face was scrunched up, and her lip was wobbling terribly.

She was young tonight. Very young. Cassie could see it in the faraway blankness of her eyes while she worked to place where she was, who she was, whether she was safe.

"Hi, baby," Cassie said from the doorway, keeping her voice low and even, making sure Victoria could see her clearly before she took a single step forward. "Hey, sweet girl. It's just me. You're okay."

Victoria made a sound that wasn't quite a word and reached out both arms.

Cassie crossed the room and gathered her up, and Victoria tucked in all at once, face buried against her neck, legs around her waist, Pelly squashed tight between them. She smelled like sleep, and the coconut scent of her shampoo, and Cassie just held her and swayed, one hand spread wide and warm across her back. Rubbing slow, long circles across it.

"Scary dream?"

The tiniest nod against her shoulder.

"That's all done now. All done, sweetheart." Cassie pressed her lips to the top of Victoria's head, her hair warm from sleep. "You're right here. I've got you. See? I've got you."

She kept swaying, slow and steady, until she felt some of the rigidity go out of Victoria's small frame. Then she reached back and grabbed the purple blanket from the bed, Victoria's special one, the pale purple with the fraying satin edge she liked to rub between her thumb and finger, and she wrapped it around Victoria's back. Victoria's fingers found the hem of it immediately, working it in that automatic, soothing way.

"Want your bottle, sweet girl?"

A small nod.

Cassie made her way to the kitchen without putting her down, which required some maneuvering, but she'd done it before. She managed the fridge one-handed, took out the bottle she'd learned to keep pre-filled and ready, warmed it quickly under the tap, and pressed it into Victoria's lips.

She took it, slow and steady, head tucked against Cassie's elbow.

Cassie sat down in the glider in the corner and rocked, and the apartment was very quiet around them, the way it only got in the small hours, and she ran her hand over Victoria's hair and didn't say anything for a long while.

"There's my sweet girl," she said eventually, soft enough that it was almost just for herself. "There she is."

The bottle was finished before Victoria's eyes fully closed. Cassie stayed in the chair long after she could have put her back down, long past when it was necessary, her arms wrapped around her in the dark.

goodnightbeas

Ok now I gotta request more hoh! Emery - perhaps how does the rest of the Pitt react to her being hoh? 👀

(Hi sorry!!! I got SO excited to see more agere hoh and d/Deaf representation as a Deaf (yes capital D) Regressor and your au has me completely taken with it now 👀 may have some drafts written)

absolutely! i loved writing it sm! gonna be structured into lil drabbles 🍓✨

"gales of song" .✦ ݁˖.✦ ݁˖

i actually don't know what type of hearing aids she'd have, gotta look up the different types but hope u enjoy!!

poeticfinch

imagine mama dana caring for a sick little ( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

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guh thank you for this!! this is little!emma with cg!dana, I hope that's okay!! If you want someone else you can send another ask in (I can write Dana with Cassie, Frank & the pittlings) trigger warning for vomiting and other sickness related grossness, alongside a brief mention of pull-ups

Emma would have started showing symptoms in the days before it fully hit her. Just a little sniffly. The flu had been going around recently, but she thought she'd be fine. So she didn't tell Dana. No use bothering her for no reason. Emma was fine.

Until she woke up at 3:30am, threw up all over herself and the bed, regressed immediately and started sobbing. Her head hurt, and she felt too hot, but her body was shaking. It was all yucky. Her sobbing would end up waking up Dana, who isn't a very heavy sleeper anyways, and she'd immediately pull Emma into a hug.

“‘s okay, love. You feel gross, huh? Don't worry about the bed, I can clean it. Lets just focus on you for now, okay?”

She'd soothe Emma until she was calm enough to carry into the bathroom, setting her down on the toilet lid and grabbing the thermometer. 102.5°F.

“Oh lamb... No wonder you're so upset. Mama’s got you.. Lets get you in a cool bath, and then you can have some medicine to help with the fever, okay?”

Emma would be fussy and clingy, not understanding why she felt so horrible and not wanting to be away from her Mama. So she'd end up crying again when Dana stops touching her in some way. So, they compromise for the bath. Dana sits down next to the bath and holds Emma's hand. Her back would hate her in the morning, but it was worth it to keep her baby happy.

Once Emma was clean, Dana would get her dressed into something light — maybe a sleeveless onesie. She'd put a pull-up on her too, just in case, as Emma would be really little. Emma would fuss about it once she was big again, but it was better than her being little and upset if she had an accident while ill.

Medicine would cause some problems. Emma didn't like swallowing pills when big, let alone when she was mentally only a year or two old. It'd bring on more tears because of how tired Emma was, but eventually Dana would manage to get her to swallow them.

They'd head back to bed, with a bowl next to them incase Emma needed to throw up again, and Dana would try to get Emma to settle, rocking her, singing to her. Anything to get her to calm down. Dana would struggle seeing her little lamb so distressed, self-soothing with her pacifier and letting out little cries of frustration when she can't sleep. But she'd hold her and soothe her until eventually she passed out from exhaustion.

They'd repeat that everytime Emma woke up to throw up or just because she didn't feel good. Dana would re-check her temperature, monitoring it closely to make sure it didn't get worse, which thankfully it didn't. They repeated medicine when it was safe to do so again, and by the time morning hit, they were both exhausted.

Dana would give Emma something light to eat for breakfast, just some toast or something else not likely to make her sick. And some water in a bottle since she definitely couldn't stomach anything else right now. She'd feed Emma with Emma tucked against her on her lap, praising her everytime she ate another mouthful.

Emma wouldn't be able to keep it down, throwing it up 20 minutes later, but Dana would soothe her again, tell her that it was okay, that they'd try again later.

Emma would cry alot, too little to verbally express how horrible she felt, so it came out like that instead. Dana wouldn't get angry at her, she knows her baby is just trying to communicate. She makes a mental note to ask Trinity and baby sign language later, knowing she'd taught Baran it as the girl also struggled to talk when little.

Emma would spend most of the day sleeping or crying. Only really waking up if she felt sick or needed to take more medicine. But her fever hadn't gotten any worse, and by dinner time it was actually down to an even 102°F.

They'd try again with food at dinner. Emma would be fussy and not want to eat, scared of throwing up again. But Dana would comfort her, reminding her that we need food to fuel our bodies, and that Mama would be there if she did throw it up. And they'd wait. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. Emma kept it down. Which Dana was relieved about, worried about her girl going the whole day without food.

Emma would go to sleep not long after, and basically sleep through the night. She only woke up to dry heave a few times, or when Dana woke her for medicine and to check her temperature. Dana would finally actually manage to get a few hours of sleep, no longer feeling like if she stopped watching Emma she'd stop breathing or her fever would get worse.

Emma's fever would break the following afternoon. She'd keep down breakfast and lunch, and start perking up by mid afternoon. She'd stay small, exhausted from the past couple of days, but better than before. By the following day, she was asking Dana to play, and slowly coming out of her regressed state.

And Dana would just be glad her baby was okay. And she did always enjoy getting to take care of her, even if it was under less than ideal circumstances.

cryingatwindermerepeaks

ahhh!! Got Emma Nolan agere hcs?? :3

yes !! many !!

- Emma is the tiniest little lamb! Usually the youngest of all the regressors at the pitt. Her age range is around 0-3

- her main cg would be Dana, Cassie being the go to back up! She will settle easily with Baran, Jack or any of the nurses though!

- Dana always calls her “little one” or “little lamb”, anything to make sure Emma knows just how small and precious she is. “Baby girl” “sweetheart” “Emi baby”.

- Emma doesn’t talk a lot while small - she’s pretty shy. But she’s always babbling and calling Dana Mummy. She calls all the other regressors Sissy/Bubba.

- padded baby, she’s just so small. She’s very shy about it but Dana is so reassuring. “Nothing to be upset about Lamb, Momma isn’t mad, it’s just an accident.”

- she’s constantly spoiled by all of the nurses! Princess is constantly holding her and rocking her, Perlah brings her so many snacks and treats, Mateo is always giving her piggyback rides! Plus they make sure she has the biggest stash of stickers and colouring supplies at the nurses station for her.

- She loves to follow Samira around. And Samira just adores getting to take care of her baby sister. “Here Emi, this is Mr. Fluffy the bear, he needs a shot - I’ll show you how we do it!”

- Emma is very sensitive and has such big emotions! A lot of tears but also a lot of laughter. Mama Dana makes sure she knows all her feelings are ok no matter how big they feel!

- always hiding behind Dana

- loves getting a warm bottle of milk and snuggling in bed while having a bed time story read to her

- will cry if a stuffie falls on the floor

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