//NON-SEXUAL AGE REGRESSION STORY//
When 15 year Lux is suddenly kidnapped from her home in New York and forced to be the baby of 2 mysterious men, she doesn't know what to do.
Things get even more weird when they introduce her to her 'older brothe...
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10th October, 2022 - Los Angeles, California
"Little love, let's not play with our 'nanas." Vincent mumbles, noticing Lux is more so playing with her lunch instead of eating it.
She huffs, reluctantly picking up a banana slice between her thumb and pointer finger before putting it in her mouth.
She wasn't in a great mood today and that had been very clear from when they first woke her up in the morning. Now it was lunchtime and she was still a little distant and sulky.
Sebastian glanced at Vincent, his concern growing as he noticed the mood their little girl was in. "Is everything alright Luxie?" He asks gently.
Lux huffs again. That question alone made her want to throw her plate on the floor like a child and kick, scream and hit until she got her way. But obviously, she doesn't do that. No everything's not alright, you've taken me away from my home, the place I know best.
"I'm okay." She says quietly.
"Okay sweetheart" Sebastian says, not pressing any further.
Vincent and Sebastian exchanged a quick glance. They knew it would be common for Lux to have days like this —it was only natural for someone going through such an overwhelming adjustment. But today felt a little heavier. The air in the room was taut with her unspoken feelings.
She glances over at August who had lunch all around his mouth yet is happy as can be.
Sebastian reached over, placing a warm hand on her back. His touch was steady, grounding. "Maybe we can do something fun after your nap today," he suggested softly. "What do you think? You could pick, Luxie. Painting? A movie? Or we could build something with those blocks you like."
"Blocks Dada!" August says happily. "Like playing blocks."
Lux wrinkled her nose, trying to maintain her sulky facade. She did like those blocks—they were oddly satisfying to stack, to see something come together out of chaos. But she didn't want to let them think they were winning her over, not when her feelings were such a tangled mess.
"I don't care," she muttered, pushing her plate away slightly. "Do whatever you want."
Vincent sighed, but not out of frustration. He reached over and pulled her plate back toward her, removing the uneaten crust from her sandwich and slicing it into neat little squares. "How about we finish lunch first," he said, his tone soft but firm. "Even if you're upset, your body still needs fuel, sweetheart."
Lux's jaw clenched, her fingers curling into the hem of her oversized shirt—the one Sebastian had picked out for her because "it looked so cozy." She didn't know why she didn't fight them harder, why she didn't scream or push her plate off the table like the tantrum she was aching to have. Instead, she let Vincent feed her the first square of sandwich, biting into it more out of spite than cooperation.
