A Little Hope

9. Now I Know

"I don't know what the plan is,
but you can share with me, because I'll be listening here to everything you say. I won't turn away and I listen, open up my heart and I must say that I love you."
~ Foster the People

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Sebastian's POV
I spent the whole night thinking about what she said. What she called me...

Daddy.

When I think of a girl calling me Daddy, I think of like a really sexual roleplay type of thing. But when Savannah called me it, it seemed more innocent... Pure.

I couldn't sleep. Not with this on my mind. Something was strange about Savannah and tonight just proved it. I grabbed my laptop after carefully moving Savannah so she was fast asleep on the pillow. I typed in stuff like "teenagers acting like toddlers" or "girl sucks her thumb" but all it led me to were kink sites.

Eventually I found what I was looking for. Age regression. It was a coping mechanism for people who had trauma or wanted a way to destress from the world. Suddenly it all made sense. All the times Savannah would shift when things made her too anxious or exited suddenly clicked and now it explained everything.

I read more on it and I found out that the regressors could have different little ages. I remember Savannah once telling me she was three. I also read that a little could have a caregiver, either platonic or romantic. I wondered if Jasmine was her caregiver...

I pushed the thought aside and carried on. I read that age regression was often associated with CGL but that they were two separate things. CGL had little space but it was 18+ and could be sexual depending on all of the partners involved. It made me think as to whether or not Savannah would switch over when she turned eighteen. From what I read, it seemed easier to find a caregiver in that community. If I remembered correctly, Savannah was going to turn eighteen in a month.

With all the answers being found, I considered how I was going to address Savannah about this. I wanted her to feel comfortable being little around me, especially if it was her coping mechanism. A part of me also wanted to be her caregiver... She called me Daddy and for some reason it made my heart swell.

I decided to wait til she woke up. For now, I was just going to go back to bed and cuddle the little munchkin who was starting to steal my heart.

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When the sun started to peer through the blinds, Savannah started to slowly wake up. She climbed on top of me and started to squirm around.

"Sebastian! Sebastiaaaannn! Wakey Wakey! We gotta wake upppp!" She shouted while moving around. My eyes shot wide open as I felt something else shoot right up.

I immediately prep her off with a red face as her eyes question me, "What was poking me?".

"Nothing," I told her and grabbed a pair of underwear, black leggings, and a Minnie Mouse shirt for her.

"Look, here's your clothes. Change while I go to the bathroom and change," I told her giving her the clothes.

I quickly went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. Afterwards, I threw on a blue flannel and black jeans. I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to pull out a princess bowl and filled it with Coco Puffs and poured apple juice into a princess cup. I set on the table and yelled to Savannah, "Savannah, come eat! We need to be out of here in ten minutes."