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You awoke to two soft sets of footsteps walking towards your crib. Your body folded over, sitting on your knees and elbows with your bottom in the air.

"Ladybug?” The soft Slovakian voice whispered, kneeling down and unlocking the bars at the side of your bed. Her fingers gently stroking the side of your soft cheek, your lips wrapped around your thumb, suckling slowly. “Baby girl, I know you can hear me.” Wanda’s eyes stayed on you, whispering nothing but softness as her fingers continued stroking your baby skin.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Nat’s voice came, hand firmly on your back.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooo,” you whimper, letting out the longest ‘o’ sound they think they had ever heard from you.

“We have a special day planned, honey.” Natasha’s fingers gently tracing your spine over your little-footed onesie. “A Winnie the Pooh day…”

At that, your eyes went wide, and you rolled over, sitting up quickly. You grabbed Eeyore and Winnie the Pooh stuffies. “Win da fooh!” Thumb still in your mouth, but a wide smile could be seen painted on your little face.

“Yes,” Wanda smiled. “It’s the author’s birthday, the man who wrote Winnie the Pooh, so why don’t we get you dressed, and have some breakfast, go out, and then this evening we can watch your favourite one, and maybe if you’re super good—”

“Mommy’s boobie!” You announce, hands already grabby towards Wanda’s chest.

“Always a booby girl, this one, big and little.” Nat teased gently, as she swooped in, picking you up from under your arms like you weighed nothing, placing you on her hip as she carried you through to the bathroom.

Sleepy.

Hair ruffled.

Onesie twisted.

Your head laying on Nat’s shoulder.

Thumb in your mouth and dribble on your chin.

Once you reached the bathroom, Nat sat you on the side of the sink; the marble felt cold even beneath your onesie. A shiver sent down your spine, your fingers still clung to Nat, as if she let you go, you’d be sucked away right down the plug hole and to a whole other dimension.

“Baby, you need to let go.” Nat tried, but with the shake of your head she pulled your fingers from her shirt. “Hey, I’m right here, but we have to give this cheeky little face a wash and these sharp teeth a brush, okay?”

“NO!” You huffed and shouted, kicking your feet, dangling over the side and not quite reaching the floor.

“No special day for you then.” Nat smirked, getting the washcloth ready.

“Waith! I want spethial day!” You pouted and happily let Nat wash your little face, pride lacing her voice anytime she spoke.

And that was how it went all day; if you didn’t want to do anything, if you didn’t want a diaper change, or if you didn’t want to get dressed or to leave the house. Wanda and Nat would lightly threaten ‘no special day’ for their little one. Which always forced you to relent and stop your tantrum or pouting.

The day had been good so far; Nat fed you your bottle before leaving the house so you wouldn’t be reaching for Wanda’s way of feeding whilst out in public. They got you dressed in just some black leggings and a Winnie the Pooh top, frilly socks and little dolly shoes. They packed up the car with your diaper bag and pushchair just in case you needed them.

The day was spent buying you a new Eeyore and a new paci with Winnie the Pooh on, then finding a bridge with a small stream where you could throw “pooh sticks” over, and even with the looks you got, both Wanda and Nat protected you and made sure you stayed focussed on your stick, and when you asked, “Mommy whith ones mine?” Wanda would point to the winning stick, even if it wasn’t actually yours, but the most important thing was that it made you happy.

After the Pooh sticks, they took you to a cafe that you’d been going to for a while now, one that was specifically for age regressors and their caregivers. They sat you on floor playing with your blocks, whilst the two of them had their coffee and some lunch, you’d have your food later.

They had something special planned.

“How’s she doing today?” The owner of the cafe asked, looking from you concentrating on your blocks, thumb in your mouth, placing one block on top of the other, then she looked and up to Wanda and Nat.

“Mmm, good, thank you Harriet. She’s doing well today, but she’s getting tired.” Nat nodded towards the way your eyes were beginning to shut every few seconds, but you were forcing them back open to build your castle.

“NOOOOO!” You wailed, screeching and throwing a block at the wall as you began kicking your feet, which raised an eyebrow from both your mommies.

“See?” Nat chuckled, “Okay, let me come pay, and we’ll take her home.” Nat pulled out her wallet and followed Harriet to the counter, whilst Wanda tidied the blocks away, ignoring your wailing, before pulling you into her lap and holding you close.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay awake just a bit longer. I need you to walk to the car for me…” Wanda’s finger gently traced lines over your cheek, which wasn’t helping your sleepiness—you just wanted to fall asleep right there, clinging to the warmth of your mommy, with her fingers on your skin, her heart beating beneath your ear, and her lips kissing your crown.

“I spot a sleepy baby,” Nat smirked, coming back to the two of you, a new book in hand. “Honey,” Nat crouched down, gently pulling your thumb from your mouth. “Look,” Nat held up the book between her fingers.

A picture book.

“POh!” You said sleepily, eyes tired, trying to focus on the Pooh bear book Nat was holding, the outline of the yellow bear barely coming into focus.

“Let’s get her home.” Wanda whispered.

Nat nodded in agreement, picking you up from Wanda’s lap as if you weighed nothing. Usually, they would make you walk home, but due to how exhausted you were, Nat didn’t care—she held you under your diapered bum, your legs wrapped around her waist and balancing you on her hips loosely, your arms curled between your own chest and Nat’s, and your head dropped to her shoulder, drool covering your lips.

Wanda packed everything away, your juice and snacks that she tried to give you, but you refused because “No, Mommy! I build Pooh and fwiends dare casle!” so Wanda had left them on the side until you were ready, but they went untouched.

The three of you left the cafe, saying goodbye to Harriet, and you were fast asleep by the time Nat stepped outside with you in her arms.

“She’s exhausted.” Nat whispered, ignoring the people around and protecting you with everything in her, as was Wanda.

“Not surprising, building a castle for her friends.” Wanda’s hand stayed on your back and the other on Nat’s. “Good job; she can have a nap in the car.” Wanda said as she bit into an apple, “Oh, and I’m driving.”

Nat scoffed, “I-” frowning as she realised she couldn’t feel the keys in her back pocket.

“Looking for these?” Wanda smirked, holding up the car keys.

“I gUeSs yOuR dRiViNg.” Nat said with an annoyed tone, but not too loud as to not wake you.

The car journey home wasn’t too long, but they settled you into your car seat, and immediately, your thumb was back in your mouth, which they both couldn’t help but laugh at. Wanda was already sat in the driver’s seat, twisting round to look at you—they weren’t laughing to tease; it was more about how sweet and utterly adorable you looked.

You’d been regressed for quite a while at this point, and they would be damned if they let anyone but them take care of you.

Nat pushed your Eeyore stuffie into your spare arm and took off your shoes and socks. She knew how much you hated them, so she always removed them as soon as she was able to.

The drive home was full of soft things, soft voices, and your mommies singing along to the Mamma Mia soundtrack.

But you? You didn’t wake up once. You stayed where you were, in the same postion. Sleeping, snoring a little and dribbling as your thumb stayed in your mouth, but not sucking. Nat was sure you loved your thumb more than them, but she’d never say that—and she didn’t really mean it.

Once the three of you arrived home, Nat was the one tasked with getting you out of the car, whilst Wanda was the one who had a little something special to make for you before you had your milk for bedtime.

Wanda heard you and Nat coming in, you whimpering a little bit from being woken up, but it didn’t matter; Nat had you, and she heard her switch the TV on and the titles of Frozen play.

“Nat, she’s about to eat, no TV—”

“It’s just to settle her, Miss Moody!” Nat hollered back, making you giggle. It was always something they did intentionally, just to hear the little squeal of laughter escape your lips as they teased each other.

A happy home was important to them both.

Wanda rolled her eyes, pouring her homemade honey into some jars and the tea into the Winnie the Pooh teapot that you bought them both for Mother's Day (with some help from Steve). Then she cut up the toast with the Pooh Bear, Piglet and Eeyore toastie cutter and plated them up, setting it all on the table, including your little Eeyore plate, and the tea as far away from your seat as possible. Wanda and Nat, of course, had their usual adult plates at their place setting.

“Okay, is there a little one around here somewhere ready for her surprise?” Wanda called out, dusting her hands off on her pants.

You came barreling in, squealing and running into Wanda’s arms; she somehow managed to quickly pick you up and plop you into your seat.

“POOH!!!” You squealed, seeing his face as your toast, “Eeeyor an Pigwet!!”

“That’s right baby,” Wanda smiled softly, her fingers reaching up to the side of your face, and tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear “Now, if you can eat two slices of toast, Mommy will feed you your milk before bedtime, okay?”

“One!” You held up your finger to Wanda, proud of yourself for getting the right finger up.

“That’s right, that’s one, but this,” Wanda smiled, patient as always, as Nat poured their tea as Wanda bent up a second of your fingers, “is how many Mommy wants you to eat, okay?”

“Two?” You frowned.

“Two.”

“Otay I twy.”

“Good girl.” Wanda pulled you in closer to the table, and she spread some honey over the Pooh Bear toast, placing it into your little hands. You weren’t always great at eating, which is why Wanda and Nat kept you on milk a lot of the time, but they always ensured you had solid food too; you couldn’t survive on breastmilk alone, no matter how much you often tried to make it so.

So you tried, you always tried for them.

You took a bite, despite being upset at having to bite of Pooh bears ear, then his eyes, then his other eye and nose until he was almost all gone.

“Okay, my bad, didn’t realise she would be this upset about eating him.” Wanda sighed as she cut Eeyore’s face in half, which did. not. help.

“EEYORE!!!” you cried, still chewing the last of Pooh, big tears rolling down your cheek, and your bottom lip pushed out and into a pout.

“Well, what did you expect Wands,” Nat chuckled, grabbing a tissue and leaning across the table wiping away your tears. “the girl loves her hundred acre woods characters”

“NOOOOO! EEYOREEEE!!” You wailed, kicking your feet a throwing your sippy cup across the room.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Wanda sighed “I’m sorry Mommy cut Eeeyore’s face in half, but if you keep having this tantrum, you’ll go to bed with no boob time, okay?”

“Wanda!” Nat gasped, with a small smirk on her lips.

“What?”

Wanda’s word hit home with you, the one thing you always love at the end of any day was a feed. She had begun making sure she had enough milk for you anytime you needed it, wether it was for hunger of for comfort, she always wanted you to feel like you could have it even when you were big.

You decided not to risk your ‘no boob time’, so you ate what Wanda had plated up, whilst Nat got you a new drink, not that you were going to end up having any of it, because in the next moment just as you finished your last bite of Eeeyore, your head dropped and nearly landed on your plate—Wanda caught you just in time, her finger and thimb gripping your cheeks gently.

“Right, little dove, shall we get you cleaned up, and we can watch Winnie the Pooh?”

“Pooh, I wan Pooh…” you said sleepily, your head still being held up by Wanda’s hand.

“Come snuggle bug.” Wanda lifted your head and took the wash cloth that was handed to her by Nat. and giving your face an all over wash, and then doing the same on your hands, reaching into every little part of your soft skin. “Good girl.” Wanda smiled before she turned to her wife, who was beginning to clear up, mumbling something in Russian that you couldn’t quite gather. “Nat you okay for a minute?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean up and come and join you in a moment. I’ll make you some tea.” Nat smiled, gripping her plate and Wanda’s, before leaning in and pressing her lips to her wifes leaving a quick but soft kiss on Wanda’s lips.

Once settled on the couch with Winnie the Pooh playing in the back ground, Wanda stripped you of your leggings, just leaving you in your top, and crinckly diaper. She moved your head, settling it in the crook of her arm.

And then Nat joined, placing the two teas on the coffee table and sitting beside you, moving your feet onto her thighs, thumb rubbing small circles over your ankle.

Wanda’s finger stroked gently down your nose as you were already falling asleep, “sweetheart, not just yet, lets get some milk into cute little belly.” she said, patting your tummy, you hadn’t eaten much today, but the milk always helped to keep you fed, and full, and comforted.

Wanda slipped her shirt off her shoulder with Nat’s gentle help, and the unclasped her nursing bra, before placing the shiled over her nipple. Then, gently with her thumb she parted your lips and pressed her nipple into your mouth…and just like that, your mouth begun to move, suckling. Gentle at first, your tongue moving with your lips, pulling in the sweet taste of Wanda’s milk.

Her fingers stroking your nose, and then your cheek, watching as your mouth moved desperately hungry for her milk, watching you as you swallowed it down, breathing softly, until your eyes shut and all that could be heard was the soft little suckling of your wet lips as the milk continued to trickle down your throat and wet the side of your lips, and the noise of winnie the pooh in the background—your head going soft like candy floss and settled bettween your Mommies, after the best Winnie the pooh day ever. Falling asleep in Wanda’s arm, lips still attched, and milk drunk by the time Wanda pulled you gently from her breast.

“We love you sweet girl,” Wanda whispered.

“Our best little dove.” Nat agreed.