Little George - Age Regression

"Fireworks are scary"

"BOOM" "BOOM" "BOOM" A noise sounds through the small apartment, making the thin walls shake at each occurrence of the noise. 

The brunet’s eyes open fast as another loud "BOOM" can be heard shattering the oh so sweet silence. 

He tosses and turns in his sheets, all alone. Feeling way too small in this huge bed, the clothes wrapped around him feeling looser by the second. 

There it was again and again. That noise. It was loud and everytime it rang, the brunet’s body twitched. All he wanted was to be held, far, far, far away from the loud booms and crashes.

He feels the pressure of his big body squeeze him and it starts to bring tears to his eyes. 

He sits up, grabs his favourite stuffy, it being a small kitty with grey striped fur, climbs out of the bed, and waddles over to the door. Carefully he twists the Metallic handle, his struggle to open the door only frustrating him more, causing him to throw the small innocent stuffed animal to the floor and stomping his feet, before letting himself fall down as well, the pressure and frustration too much for the small boy to handle.  

All of the fuss and commotion that the little caused, awoke the blond in his bedroom, who quickly leaped from his bed to aid the man who was trapped in this child-like state. 

"George?" He carefully asks as he pushes open the Plank of wood that, to George, seemed unopenable. 

"Hey, what's wrong bud? What happened? Why are you on the floor baby?" He says as he looks down at the boy kneeling in front of the door with small tears running down his Cheeks.

The blond rushes over, immediately squatting next to him and wiping the tears away with his hands as the other presses his face into his chest. 

"Loud noise" he mumbles, "tried to g-get to-to you" he sniffles, not getting another word out as the tears hit him again. 

"Oh buddy. You're alright. I'm here now okay baby? How about we go to the big bed in my room yeah? We'll get you a bottle and a binky and we'll cuddle a bunch!" He says enthusiastically, giving the boy a kiss on the head after. 

The smaller nods, already motioning his arms upwards, wanting to be picked up. Clay lifts himself to his feet, ruffles through the brunet’s hair and then lifts him up into his arms, George's head immediately finding his place in the crease between Dream’s chest and chin. He's ready to move them to the kitchen as he notices the small stuffed cat on the floor and bends down to pick it up. 

"Alright baby let's go get you a bottle okay?" 

Clay must admit, cleaning and refilling a baby bottle, while holding a grown man in his arms was a challenge, but knowing how much this, and other tasks similar, helped the boy, made it all worthwhile. He also knew that the adult in his arms wasn't a man right now. He was a little boy who needed his help at doing the things that made him happy. And Clay was glad to be his supporting hand, even if it meant making bottles at two in the morning. 

As the smaller of the two sees the filled bottle In the other's hands, he immediately leans back slightly and does grabby hands wanting to hold the plastic himself. Nearly dropping the kitty plushy which he had gotten back from the blond. 

"Baby a little patience okay? You'll get it once we're in the bed alright?" The blond whispers softly to the brunet, as he pulls the bottle away into the other direction of the grabby hands, and places a gentle kiss to the man's forehead. 

Once they're comfortably laying in the bed, the small night light turned on and George still on Dream’s chest, he does the grabby hands again. This time with success as dream hands the Bottle of warm fluid over to him and he begins sucking on the soft plastic immediately, the hot drink visibly calming him down quickly.