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Kuni had been playing in the living room for quite a while now, his toys splattered across the floor and a bowl of forgotten cereal sitting on the coffee table. The TV is running in the background, an episode of “Bluey” playing on the screen. That’s how he spends most of his mornings, a Fluttershy toy in hand and a little village of his own, colorful and a tiny bit incoherent.
Meanwhile, Childe is sitting on the couch and scrolling on instagram, while watching over his little baby, of course. Sometimes, Kuni will come at his feet, tap his knee and ask him to braid his pony’s hair, or he will show him something cool he can do with his toys. And Childe will listen to all his cute little rambling.
It’s only one year and a half ago, after a few months of dating that Childe had discovered about his boyfriend’s age regression. Once, after getting home earlier than usual from work, he found a sleepy Kuni on the couch, wearing pink pajama and having a pacifier popped in mouth. A kid’s show playing on the TV and a plushie in between his arms. At first, he thought it’d be better to leave him like that, acting like nothing happened. At least, he wanted to put him to bed. But, when he picked up Kuni, the latter practically jumped out of his oh so peaceful slumber, and looked as scared as ever.
Then, he had explained to Childe that due to stress, family issues, mental health and everything, Kuni had decided to age regress to calm his thoughts. His last caregiver had been horrid, taking Kuni’s coping mechanism for a kink, and using him as a plaything. That’s why he didn’t tell Childe at first.
But now Childe is glad to have such a cute baby for himself. He loves spoiling his boyfriend with gift, praises, compliments, kisses… He’d give him anything if he asked. He has to prepare his lunch, read him bedtime story, play with him, watch over him. And he absolutely loves it, all of these moments. Of course, that’s only a side of him. When he isn’t like that. Kuni is blunt, grumpy, sad, lunatic… But Childe also love him like that.
At some point, when lunchtime hits, Childe stand up and goes where Kuni is playing, he pets his head gently. “Hey baby, can I talk to you real quick?”. Kuni turn around and lays off his toy, looking up at him with his favorite pacifier in his mouth. He’s cute like this, Childe thinks. He bend down and ask in a soft voice. “It’s lunchtime sweetheart, what’d’ya want to eat?” Kuni looks like he’s thinking really hard for a sec, then, he rises up to his feet, steadying himself by holding onto Childe’s shoulders. “Wanna say something, baby?” Childe asks as he boop his lover’s pacifier.
Instead, Kuni lead them to the kitchen and gesture for Childe to open to cupboard above him, which he does. He points at the mac’n cheese box, indicating to Childe that this is the meal he wants for today. “Mhh… can you say the magic word, baby?” Childe asks in a gentle tone, leaning on the counter. Kuni takes his pacy out of his mouth, walks to Childe and wraps his arms around the taller man’s shoulder. “Please, can you make me mac’n cheese?”. Childe cup the smaller man’s face with both hands, giving him a big smooch on the nose. In return, Kuni scrunch up his face, but he blushes nonetheless. “Okay, princesse, I’ll do that for you.”
Scaramouche goes back to the living room, and start to tidy up his toys, putting them back in his toys chest. He really is a well behaved kid, isn’t he? Once he’s done, he plops down on the couch and put a TV show on.
A few minutes later, Childe comes back in the living room with a trail in his hands. The Mac’n cheese are served in a pink, hello kitty bowl and he also served him a big cup of apple juice. In a smaller bowl, in the corner of the trail, Childe cut a few tomates and cucumber to make him a little salad. He puts the trail in front of the smaller boy, and sit beside him. “Baby, do you want me to feed you or are you alright on your own?”. Kuni grab his fork (it’s, also, hello kitty cutlery). “Mhh… I think I’ll do it myself. But, thank you Ajax.” He leans over and place a kiss to Childe’s cheek.
The ginger smiles as he watches his baby eat his food, hugging his plushie close to his chest and fake-feeding it from time to time ; he really is the luckiest man of all.