Age regression short stories

Sickie girl 2

The blankets were all twisted up around me, and my head felt heavy, like it was filled with soggy cotton balls. My nose was stuffy, and I could feel the warm tickle of a sneeze coming, but it wouldn't come out, and that was the worst part. I scrunched up my face and gave a little whimper.

"Mamaaaa..." I called out, my voice all croaky.

I didn't even have to wait long. Mama's footsteps came soft and fast, and then she was right there, bending over me with her hand on my forehead. It was so cool and gentle, and it made me feel a little better already.

"Oh, my poor baby girl," Mama cooed, brushing my hair away from my sweaty face. "You're still all warm. Let's get you comfy, okay?"

I nodded, too tired to talk much, and Mama carefully picked me up, all strong and soft at the same time. I felt so small and safe in her arms. She carried me out of my room, my cheek resting against her shoulder. I closed my eyes for just a second, but then I felt her sit us down on the couch.

Mama pulled my favorite blankie over us and snuggled me close. "There we go, my sweet pea. We're going to have a quiet day today. No big adventures, just resting. You need to get all better for Mama."

"Don't feel good, Mama," I mumbled.

"I know, lovebug," she whispered, kissing my forehead. "Mama's going to take good care of you. Let's get some juice in your tummy, okay?"

I watched her reach for my sippy cup with the bright purple dinosaurs on it. But today was special, and I didn't want a big-girl sippy. I wanted my baba.

"Baba, Mama," I said softly, reaching for her hand.

Mama's eyes got that gentle, sparkly look, and she gave me a big smile. "Of course, baby girl. Let me fill your baba for you."

She stood up, and I watched her disappear into the kitchen. My head felt all swimmy, so I laid back down, hugging my blankie tight. When Mama came back, she had my yellow baba with the little bunnies on it. She gave it a gentle shake before sitting down and tucking me right into her lap.

"Here you go, baby," she cooed, holding the bottle for me. I opened my mouth and started to suck. The juice was cold and sweet, and it made my dry throat feel better. Mama stroked my hair as I drank, and my eyes started feeling heavy again.

"You're doing so good, drinking your juice for Mama," she whispered.

When my baba was empty, Mama wiped my mouth with a soft cloth. "Time to see if we can get a little something in your tummy. Would my baby girl like some applesauce on her special plate?"

I peeked up at her and nodded, my cheeks feeling warm and snuggly. Mama always used my princess plate with the matching spoon when I didn't feel good. She carried me to the kitchen again, keeping me in her arms while she fixed my snack.

When she brought the plate back, I saw it had applesauce with a little cinnamon sprinkled on top—my favorite. Mama sat us both down, holding me close while I ate a few bites. But I didn't have much of an appetite, and soon I felt too tired to keep eating.

"That's okay, sweetie. You did your best," Mama said, wiping my chin. "Now, let's watch your favorite show, and you can rest with Mama."

I cuddled into her chest as she turned on the TV. My favorite cartoon filled the screen, all bright colors and happy songs. Mama rubbed my back in slow circles, and her hand felt so nice and warm.

"I'm right here, my love," she whispered, rocking me gently.

Somewhere between the songs and Mama's soft humming, my head got heavier and my body felt smaller. I wasn't a big girl at all. I was tiny, just a baby, and Mama was my whole world.

She must have known, because she slipped my baba back into my mouth. I sucked slowly, feeling warm and safe, as her heartbeat lulled me into a soft, sleepy rhythm.

"That's my baby," she whispered. "My sweet little lovebug. Rest now, and Mama will keep you safe."

I felt her kisses on my forehead as my eyes closed all the way. My baba was almost empty again, and I sighed around the rubber nipple, feeling so small and happy and loved.

And then I was asleep in Mama's arms, with the rain pattering softly on the window and the sound of her heart keeping me safe.