✮The boys oneshots✮

Little ✮JuicyxNarrator✮

This is a age regressing one, so, if you think it's weird then don't read it.

Includes: Baby Juicy, daddy Narrator, sad :(

Narrators POV

Gaege hasn't been my little for that long, and he is pretty shy. He has sort of warmed up to me, but he hasn't let me hold him yet.

I walked into his nursery, seeing him doing a farm puzzle.

"Hey Juice box. What's this, hm?"

He looked up quickly, sort of startled from my sudden appearance. He started talking though, mumbling in his adorable voice.

"m' doing puzzle.."

He was wearing a stitch onesie, his knees to his chest.

"Well it looks lovely; I love cows."

He giggled his more somewhat feminine laugh, covering his  mouth with his arms. He was pretending to cough, making me smile.

I held out my hand, the only way he was comfortable to do with me.

We then walked out of the kitchen hand in hand.

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I was cooking lunch while Gaege was asleep on the couch.

He usually gets big when he falls asleep, but I don't really mind.

I love both big and little Gaege. They're both equally shy and sweet. It would be hard for me to say he isn't a loving caring soul.

I also don't really care about him cussing when he's big, as long as it isn't excessive.

Like saying 'Fuck!' 3 times in a angrily manner.

I haven't done rules yet, I'm waiting for big and little him to warm up to me. I wouldn't want to make him feel anxious.

I heard stirring, turning the stove on low before walking towards the sofa.

He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

His green eyes stared up at my blue ones, checking under the blanket while trying not to be obvious.

"You're wearing one of my hoodies, you can change if you want."

He shook his head, letting me hear his big voice that I haven't heard in a while. I almost forgot it was him for a moment.

"It's big, and comfy." He blushed red.

He got off the couch, walking to the kitchen island but slipping.

I quickly raced behind the couch but was too late. He had already fallen.

"Omg, honey are you ok!?" I leaned down onto the floor, my hands moving around his face to check for any bruising.

"Are you feeling little? Do you need some ice?" I rushed out.

He was sort of silent, and I was so afraid I had failed him as his daddy.

He was shaking and I think I knew what was wrong. This must have reminded him of something, probably trauma.

"Baby you can talk to me. I will be here when you're ready.."

I combed the hair in front of his face to the side.

"D-Do you promise you won't be like h-him?" He stuttered, but I knew he was regressing from the stress and tension.

"No, of course not. You're my baby boy.." I held his face carefully.

He was going down from 22 to 5 really fast.

I went to pick him up, already committing to it before remembering about his trust issues.

He didn't stop me though, wrapping his legs around my waist nervously. My hand under his bum, holding him in place.

"I'm so proud of you Gaege, just remember that you're my baby boy." I whispered into his ear in a calming voice, his breath becoming less shaken.

He was falling asleep, about 3-4 right now.

"Shh..just go to sleep darling."

His breath was steady now, and I took the opportunity to put him to sleep in the nursery.

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Gaege's POV

I woke up in my crib, it being too dark in here.

I was embarrassed because I think I peed on myself.

I looked down at my crotch, seeing a very big wet spot. I started to tear up, going back into little space rather quickly.

My knees were pulled to my chest to hide it at this point.

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Narrators POV

I woke up in my bed, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

Gaege was probably still asleep, but I'll check on him to make sure.

I went upstairs, going to open the door but hearing slight muffled cries.

Was it something I did? Did I make him upset earlier? All of these thoughts ran through my head, but nonetheless I opened the door.

He was sitting in the bed crying into his knees. Slight whimpers falling out.

"Gaege, baby what's wrong?"

I sped walked towards the crib, picking him up.

He looked away from my gaze, knowing I saw what had happened.

"You don't have to be ashamed darling, I understand." He put his head in my neck, his cries being pretty much muffled.

I sat him on the changing table, but he was nervous. He also wasn't very verbal at the moment, so I had to try my best.

"I promise I won't look, ok. I promise." I smiled.

He nodded a little, but hid his face in his hands cutely.

I slipped off his pants and boxers, turning around to grab wipes from the shelf beside me.

I looked up to show him I wasn't looking. He giggled, making me smile.

I wiped down his private parts, throwing the wipes in the trash before grabbing a clean diaper.

He squirmed a little on the table, so I lent down giving him blueberries on his belly button. This made him giggle loudly.

I chuckled, wrapping the diaper on him before going to get him new pants.

When I came back he was pretty much half asleep, yawning.

"Don't fall asleep yet honey, I need to put your new cloths on. I smiled at his adorableness.

I took his shirt off, putting one of my longer shirts on him. I figured it would be more comfy, and if he had another accident it would be easier.

He flushed red, letting me pick him up bridal style.

I lied him in his crib, his eyes fluttering closed as I kissed his cheek goodnight.

"Goodnight my little Juice box."