Dad Caregiver Michael De Santa x Scared Regressed Self-Insert
TW in advance for mentions of insomnia, anxiety/panic attack, and death, including mentions of faking ones own death
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then hours. I laid there in my bed, unable to sleep. Every time I tried to I would see it. Michael dying. Not like the times he faked it to get through heists and missions. For real this time. I wanted to sleep to forget about it but I couldn't. I sat up, clutching my stuffed animal to my chest. Before I knew it, I found myself crying uncontrollably, softly at first and then sobbing. He must have heard me because soon enough I heard footsteps coming up to my bedroom door.
"Crim, sweetie, can I come in?"
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
He sat on my bed waiting for a response.
"Can't sleep. Having nightmares."
He could tell that I was regressed by the short responses and the way I spoke.
I clutched the stuffed animal tighter, my face visibly showing discomfort as I struggled to breathe.
"Woah, woah. It's okay, kiddo. Just calm down."
Through jagged breaths I managed to choke out
"Don't wanna lose you daddy Michael. Don't want you to die and not come back."
"Oh, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere. Is this about those times I faked it?"
He looked upset and somewhat disappointed in himself.
"I admit it, kid. I shouldn't have done that to you or the family. I messed up big time. Can you forgive me?"
"You promise you won't go bye bye forever?"
"Of course I won't do that. Swear on my life."
"Mm. Gotta pinky promise though."
He chuckled and held out his pinky for me to take in mine.
"Of course, sweetie. Anything for you."
He interlocked his pinky with mine, shaking it for a few seconds before letting go.
"Now you gotta stay with me. Don't want to sleep alone."
"Like I said, I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. Don't worry."
He laid down next to me and I put my head on his chest.
"I love you Dada Michael"
He pressed a small kiss to my forehead.
Eventually I fell asleep. Finally feeling that both of us were safe and sound.
