Little George - Age Regression

"Bubble bath"

"I wan more! More! Moreeeee!" The little shouts, leaning forward, grabbing the Bowl with the soup from the middle of the table. 

"Okay, okay hold on buddy you'll get more, you just have to give me a second alright?" The blond says, now grabbing the other side of the bowl trying to prevent a disaster from happening. 

"No I wan more now! More," the boy cries as he pulls on the bowl with a big tug toward his body and out of Dream's hand. 

The loosening of Dream's hand, which was the only thing that was keeping the bowl from flying, reduced the resistance and it flew straight towards George, the soup spilling all over the brunet, hitting his face, clothes and especially his hair. 

It's silent for a moment before the smaller starts crying, the shock of the situation getting to him now. 

"Oh buddy it's okay, you're okay, come here," the Blond says, walking over to the man and lifting him out of the chair he was sitting on, not minding the soup that was on his body now too. 

"You're alright, it's gonna be okay" he reassures the boy, who was now crying big tears Into his shoulder. 

The blond pets a hand over the back of George's head, which was thankfully not hit with any soup, to try and calm him down. 

As the Brunet's tears slow down a little the boy pushes back, away from Dream's tight grip, looking up into the big, green orbs gazing down at him with care. 

"Bah! bah! sticky! bah!" he sobs, looking around at the mess he made, not happy about the way the warm food felt on his skin.

"I know buddy, I think a napkin won't do with this one. You'll have to take a bath to get all of this stuff out of your hair sweetie," the blond answers, knowing the smaller won't be happy with the thought of bathing. 

"No! no bath! No bath! George no bath, no!" The brunet shouts out, trying to wrestle himself out of the blond's grip, spewing tiny drops of soup to their surroundings.

"Love, you need to take a bath or you'll stay all sticky and bah. You don't want that, huh?" 

The smaller stops squirming in the others arms and looks down thoughtfully. 

"Come on sweetheart. You'll even get bubbles okay? Lots of them! And we can grab some toys and put them in the bath as well, alright? How does that sound?" He continues, the boy's face lighting up at the many different promises.

"Bubbles?" He blurts, clapping his soup covered hands together in excitement, again spreading soup everywhere around the two.  

"Yeah! Come on, let's go to the bathroom and I'll show you the bubbles, okay?" He waits for the boy's slow nod and then stands the two of them up off the chair and moves them to the bathroom, setting the smaller one down on the toilet, pressing a kiss to his forehead, getting a taste of the salty soup. 

"Baby, you wait here okay? I'll go and get some toys for you to play with in the bath. Don't touch the water while I'm gone alright?" He says, bending down to the little faucet in the tub and turning it on, making sure the temperature wasn't too hot or cold. 

He strokes a soft hand over the man's head before leaving the room, taking a right and heading into the other's bedroom. He walks over to the big box containing all of the smaller's toys and picks out a few that would be alright to go into water. 

Three toys he thinks are enough, he doesn't want to overwhelm the boy too much, bathing already being full of different senses that could lead to everything being too much. So he returns with a plastic Boat, a little green teapot and a small yellow rubber ducky, which was a present to the brunet from Quackity the last time he came by.