Little George - Age Regression

"Sand castle"

George's feet sink far into the warm yellow sand as he runs over the beach.

"Hey Georgie don't get too far away alright? I don't wanna lose you in all these people okay buddy?"

The little slows down and stops, sitting down in a hill of sand next to where Dream places their things.

He's sat legs stretched out in front of him, letting the sand glide through his hands.

"Wanna swim! Wanna swim!" He shouts as he throws a handful of the beach forward.

"Hey! No throwing sand baby, that's dangerous, we'll go swimming as soon as uncle Nick gets here alright?"

George angrily slams his small hands in the sand, he didn't want to wait for Sapnap, for all his little brain knew, that could take hours.

"I know baby, but you will have to be patient now" he steps over to the little, petting a hand over his face and placing a kiss on his forehead before getting back to putting up the sun umbrella.

George huffs a loud breath, still playing with the sand between his legs, towering it up to make a mountain.

"Dada look! Look dada! I made a biiiiig hill" he yells, pulling on the blonds shirt, who was now sat next to him on a picnic blanket, reading a book.

"Oh wow! That's so cool buddy! Now look over there, see who's coming!"

George turns around into the direction the taller is pointing, seeing a small man approaching them, shirt already taken off and towel lazily thrown over his shoulder, waving his hand.

"Uncle sana! Uncle sana!" George claps his hands before clumsily getting up and running towards the other, nearly slipping in the uneven ground beneath him.

He reaches Sapnap within seconds, clasping his arms tightly around his middle, the man stumbling back a little from the force.

Dream now also stands up, moving over to them and removing George's very tight grip from Sapnap's chest.

"Alright buddy let him breathe okay?" He chuckles as he pets over the small boy's head.

"Uncle sana uncle sana! I made a hill! Com' I show you" the little grabs Sapnap's hand in his right and Dream's hand in his left, yanking and pulling them back over to where their towels and most importantly, his big creation was.

It's only a few feet back to their space, and through George's vigorous pulling, they quickly reach it.

"Lok' lok" slender finger pointing towards the sand.

"Oh woah that's so cool, good job bud!" The other replies, watching with a smile as George jumps up and down in pure excitement.

"Can swim now? Swim now please?" He asks Dream, the blond having now also taken off his shirt.

"Yes we can go swimming but," he turns to his bag and looks for something, "first you need some sunscreen" he notices the immediate change in the little's attitude.

"No! No sunscreen, bah! No!" He throws himself onto the floor, slamming his hands into the sand, causing attention to shift to the three, other people curiously eying the men.

"Bud remember what we talked about? If you don't behave we can't stay here, then we have to go back home, do you wanna go back home?" The little shakes his head "Yeah neither do I bud," he pulls the boy into his lap, gliding a hand through his hair.

"So how about we put the sunscreen on now, huh?"

George leans against Dream, face still in a pout but slightly nodding his head.