In the stars. | A collection of short stories: B.E

Bi-Bi {Ar}

A/n: This is another chapter on Age regression, because it really surprises me at the fact how many people, don't think it's valid that they age regress. But I promise you, that it is so valid. Anywayyssss here we go.

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The room was dimly lit, the glow of fairy lights reflecting off the blankets that formed Octavia's intricate pillow fort. Billie knelt down, her eyes scanning the makeshift structure that seemed to have become Octavia's refuge. She wore a concerned expression, having noticed the emotional distance that had grown in the past few hours.

"Hey, how you doing in there, baby?" Billie's voice was soft, a mixture of concern and genuine care.

"Fine," Octavia whispered from within the fort, her voice carrying a weight that spoke of more than just the physical barriers around her.

Billie sighed inwardly, sensing that something deeper was troubling Octavia. As she glanced around, she remembered the moment when Octavia had regressed in front of Finneas and Claudia, the triggering of trauma evident in her wife's eyes. Billie's protective instincts flared, and she wanted nothing more than to comfort Octavia.

"Your pillow fort looks great, sweetheart," Billie complimented, attempting to break through the walls Octavia had erected, both literal and metaphorical.

"Thanks, it's warmth and comfy," Octavia replied, her tone still carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Billie knew she had to tread carefully. "It's getting late though, Vee," she announced gently, realizing that the isolation wasn't helping either of them.

Octavia whined in protest, the sound muffled by the pillows surrounding her. "I need you to come out, beautiful," Billie pleaded, her concern turning into a soft ache.

"I don't wanna," Octavia cried loudly, the distress in her voice echoing through the room. Finneas and Claudia, sensing the need for privacy, quietly excused themselves, leaving the couple alone.

Billie took a deep breath, deciding to take a different approach. "Can I come into the fort, love?" she asked, her voice tender.

There was a moment of silence before Octavia sniffled, "Okay."

Carefully, Billie crawled into the fort, finding Octavia curled up amidst the cushions. The air inside was warm and filled with the scent of fabric softener. Octavia's eyes were red, tear tracks marking her cheeks.

Billie wrapped her arms around Octavia, offering comfort without words. Octavia buried her face into Billie's chest, the silent sobs now accompanied by the soothing rhythm of Billie's heartbeat.

"I'm here, Vee. Whatever you need," Billie whispered, her fingers gently combing through Octavia's hair.

They stayed like that, enveloped in the safe space of the pillow fort, as Octavia slowly let go of the pain that had gripped her. The night passed, and the fort, once a symbol of retreat, became a haven for healing and shared vulnerability. In the silence, their love spoke louder than any words could convey.

The soft glow of the fairy lights played on the walls of the fort, creating a cocoon of warmth around Billie and Octavia. The fort, initially just a whimsical construction of blankets and pillows, revealed itself to be surprisingly roomy, accommodating the two of them comfortably. Billie adjusted herself to sit more comfortably, cradling Octavia in her arms.

Octavia's sobs began to subside, giving way to the intermittent sniffling of someone trying to regain composure. Her voice, normally vibrant and full of life, now carried the innocence and vulnerability of a child.