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♡ - Secret revealed (pt.1) - ♡

Cg!Beverly
Little!Richie (3)

Richie's regressed because his parents, and Beverly finds him, becoming determined to make him happy again.

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Beverly was walking around the block, before deciding to go back to Richie's where she had left him to sleep. It was only 8 in the morning, she doubted he'd be awake, but when she got back to the house, she had been proven wrong.

Beverly entered Richie's house to hear loud sobs coming from her friends room. She ran upstairs and busted through the door, seeing Richie curled up into a ball, balling his eyes out. "Richie!?" She yelled as she ran to him. "Bev?" He whimpered, sitting up. "Yes, Richie. It's Beverly." She said sarcastically, she saw how it struck a cord and the boys started crying even more, maybe not specifically because of what she said, but just in general.

Beverly remembered Stanley talking to her about how Bill was an age regressor. He explained it perfectly for her to understand, and she was wondering if just maybe Richie was a little as well. It was far fetched, but also not too far fetched.

"Hey, it's okay bud. You don't need to cry anymore, I'm here.. Everything is okay now." Beverly said softly as she sat next to Richie, pulling him closer to herself and wrapping her arms around him. "What's wrong, Rich?" She asked in a motherly tone. "Meanies hurt me again.." Richie muttered in response, Beverly could immediately tell he was little with that.

"Aww, it's okay baby, they aren't here anymore. They can't hurt you, I promise. I won't let them hurt you as long as I'm here with you." She muttered as she pulled the poor, hurting boy into her lap. "Hmmm.. Do you want a bottle? Or do you use a sippy cup?" The red head asked as she rocked the boy a little. "Sippy sippy!" The little cheered, a wide smile spread across his face which cause Beverly to laugh lightly. "Alright, bud. Wanna come with me?" She asked.

"Wanna come wif!" Richie repeated excitedly. "Alright, little one. Let's go!" Beverly cheered as she easily stood, still holding the boy in her arms. "Yay yay yay!!" Richie cheered continuously, it didn't bother Beverly one bit though. She found it adorable. She walked her and Richie downstairs, then sat him on a chair in the kitchen, positioning him to where he could watch her make him a sippy. "Angel milk!" He exclaimed suddenly, and Beverly smiled. She's lucky she knows what angel milk it or else she would've had to look up a recipe.

"Of course, sweetheart. I can do that for you!" She confirmed with a smile, to which Richie clapped while cheering. She looked through every cabinet before coming across a secret stash of bright and pastel colored sippy cups. Some with designs, some with plain color. She walked over and picked Richie up, letting him look through them. He suddenly pointed at a clear one with sunflowers littered across the plastic, child-safe cup, and smiled at Beverly. Meanwhile, she was too busy, immediately reaching for the sippy for the little boy.

She got all the stuff she needed, then put it all together, microwaving it for about 40-45 seconds, not wanting it too hot for the little. She walked over to Richie, who grabbed her hands and started playing with her fingers, the both of them laughing. But suddenly after what felt like only 10 seconds-

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The milk was done. She grabbed out the cup, then proceeded to pour it into the sippy cup. "Hey, sweetie?" She asked as she carefully handed Richie the sippy. "Yes, Bevvie?" He asked, looking up at her with the most adorable and innocent look she's ever seen. "How old are you right now?" She asked kindly, and Richie smiled. "Dis many!" Said the little, holding up three fingers. "Oh wow, you're a youngin' (literally have no clue if that's even a word I'm tired and I've regressed like over 5 times in the past 6 hours lmao), huh?" She asked, and Richie giggled then nodded.

"Cuddles?" He suggested, the girl nodded. "Cuddles." She confirmed in a playfully serious tone. And with that, the two walked back to Richie's room, immediately sitting on his bed. Beverly sat on the bed, her legs spread out straight, and her back against the wall, then Richie was laying between her legs, his back against her chest and stomach though not applying any pressure. "Hey, do you have a caregiver?" Beverly suddenly asked, and Richie shook his head with a saddened look on his face.

"I can be your caregiver!" She suggested, and the regressed boy smiled widely. "Yes yes!" He cheered, laying his head back against his friends shoulder with a giggle.