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Chapter 9 | Breakfast

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Constance

"Ace? Wake up!" I huff, shaking him gently. I've been trying to make him up for the past half hour but he refuses to wake up. I sigh and pout, staring at the godly man.

An idea pops into my head, and I grin.

"Well I guess, I'll just go outside without you and climb a tree!" I cheer, but he still refuses to open his eyes. "Or maybe, I'll go cook something, even though I've never cooked anything before."

Trying to get off the bed, I don't even make it to the edge before he pulls me back and looks at me with sleepy eyes.

"Now, why do you want me up so badly, young lady?" Ace yawns, combing through my orange hair gently with his fingers.

"I have some questions about what you said last night!" I pout, angry that he was awake already and was pretending to sleep.

"Ask away, sweetie," he smiles at me.

"Uhm... well... what," I cough slightly with a blush. "What exactly is a little? Like a deeper explanation..."

"Well, typically littles regress to younger ages like 2-5 but there are also some that regress from 8 to teenager age. The smaller ones normally use things that help their regression, such as sippy cups, pacifiers, bibs, diapers, etc. I'm not exactly interested in the older ages so I'm not that informed about it, nor experienced. Though, I have met a few regressors that regress to that age." I nod along as he talks, taking in the information.

"What's the difference between a little in cgl and an age regressor?"

"Well, age regression is nowhere in correspondence with sexual conformities and a little in cgl agrees to have sexual things in their regression, sometimes known as age play, though some do use age play for trama, though age regression often has that in the cards. Both communities do often use some of the same names, such as 'littles'."

"Thank you," I smile. "But... can we go get breakfast, please? I'm super hungry."

"Of course, sweetheart," Ace smiles.

I follow him down to the kitchen and he starts getting breakfast ready.

"Where's Chef Cherry?" I question, looking around.

"He normally takes Saturdays off unless I have a special request for him," Ace responds. "Do you want pancakes or waffles?"

"Whichever is faster," I giggle.

"Waffles it is, then," Ace smiles at me and begins the process of making them.

"Where's Noah, then?" I ask.

"Probably sleeping, he stays here with me," Ace mumbles while trying to not spill the batter. "You never told me how your race went yesterday."

"I won!" I giggle. Ace turns and looks at me with wide eyes.

"Really? No one ever beats Noah in races!" He laughs.

"Three times!" Noah calls out, walking in. He's still in pajamas and has a bedhead. "Can I get some of those?"

"Three times?" Ace gasps, smiling at me, then turns to Noah and says sure, then turns back to me. "Good job, sweetie! I'm so proud of you!"

I giggle and smile, happy to be praised. I feel a bubble of small age and I try to push it down, but the way Ace is staring at me makes it difficult. Blushing, I look down and stare at my hands, fidgeting.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Ace questions as he pulls my chin towards him.

"Nufin.." I mumble, failing at staying big. Ace smiles and goes back to cooking while Noah plays on his phone. I hop up from my chair and walk to Noah, curiously looking over his shoulder.

He feels me staring and he turns to look at me, whilst I continue to stare at his phone. He was playing a snake game, snake.io I think it's called. Now, the word "dead" is written across the screen.

"Would you like to play?" He asks, offering his phone to me. I bite my lip, wanting to play but nervous to touch the phone. I look over to Ace and he smiles, nodding.

Looking up to Noah, I start nervously mumbling. "Yes, pease. I wou' wuv to, ifs otay..."

"Here, you're supposed to try to grow bigger and eat everyone else," Noah says kindly, handing me the phone. I sit down on the ground next to him.

"But dey naty!" I exclaim.

"They sure are," he chuckles and leaves me to it. I die for a couple of rounds but soon I catch the hang of it and beat his high score.

"What!? But you've only just begun!" Noah protests, staring at the screen like it's an alien.

"Breakfast time!" Ace calls, breaking us out of our game faces and I grin.

"Yous take fo'ver!" I giggle happily while I try to take my plate.

"No, sweetie. I'll feed you, just wait a second, okay?" Ace ruffles my hair as he goes to get a drink. I pout but wait impatiently.

He quickly comes back and sets the drink down, then sits and pulls me to his lap. I giggle as he cuts off the waffles and feeds me, taking a bite of his own every once in a while.

Noah quickly finishes his food, thanks Ace, and leaves. I soon get full after and wait for Ace to finish filling his tummy.

"We need to talk, hun," Ace tells me after clearing his throat.

Nerves begin to seep into my bones as I think of what he could possibly be angry about. "I'm not angry."

I feel like he read my mind.

"Mmmm," I hum and motion for him to continue.

"It's about last night," my face falls and I'm slowly being pulled out of my child-like aura. "You had an accident, you remember?"

"Uh-huh..." I mumble sadly.

"I'm not angry nor upset with you because you had an accident, they happen, sweetheart." He assures me and I look at him questioningly. "But when you woke up, you asked me not to hurt you. I'm not saying I ever would, but I definitely wouldn't hurt you because of an accident. Now, you do not, under any circumstance, have to tell me anything. But if you feel comfortable enough to tell me, who hurt you because of such a small accident?"

Tears spring up to my eyes and a few drip down my reddened cheeks. Ace softly uses his thumb to wipe them away and he looks at me, full of worry.

"My father," I start with a sob, further out of my headspace than I like. Ace holds me and rubs my back comfortingly. "He, um, he used to do anything to hurt me for the littlest reasons. Especially when I had accidents when I was smaller and slept in their bed."

"Oh hun, I want you to know I would never do that to you, okay? But for you to feel better, would you be okay if we got some diapers? You don't have to if you don't want to," he suggests. The idea flutters in my head like a butterfly.

Do I want to? I mean, it would be better in the future so he doesn't always have to wash blankets; if he wants me around for that long.

"I guess it won't hurt to try it out a few times.." I mumble, hiding my cherry face.

"We'll go after your nap later then, thank you for trying this, sweetie,"