#littlepatton

A/N: This is another simple side chapter that follows CG!Logan and Toddler!Patton through the day. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but I threw out a chapter-idea related to Patton being bratty for the first time a while ago, and now i'm bringing back to write something. Hope yall like it.

Also this includes Patton crying, and pulling himself out of little space for a bit to talk to Logan easier. but also fluff.

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"Patton, baby. I wanna get upppp," Logan whined, half asleep with Patton still laying on him from the night prior. Patton had declared that he was spending the night with his boyfriend the night before because 'Logan worked too hard and they never did anything romantic'. Of course Logan didn't mind to cuddle him, or entertain the fact that Patton wanted a cutesy and overly-romantic relationship with him, but Logan still had a hard time waking Patton up in the morning most of the time.

"Noooo, wan sleep," there came his sleepy words of defiance as he snuggled his head into Logan's chest. Logan's eyes widened, and he softened his voice a bit.

"Am I talking to my boyfriend or my little?" he asked, waiting for an answer before continuing. Patton lifted his head, looking up at him.

"...little?" he was hesitant, hoping that Logan wouldn't mind that. "I-is that okay? I can stay big if you want me to-" Patton wasn't completely regressed yet, but he was close to it. Whether or not he'd let himself depended on if Logan was up to playing the caregiver role.

"Of course it's okay," Logan gave him a soft and reassuring smile before continuing. "I just wanted to know if you were little or not. How small are you feeling today, sweetheart?" Logan sat up, forcing Patton to do the same. Logan should've expected this, Patton regressed easily, and he went to bed happy and excited. Positive triggers like positive emotions can make Patton slip sometimes.

"I don't knowww," he whined, pouting.

"Am I gonna have to deal with a fussy little one today?" Logan teased, raising his eyebrow. Patton sat up completely, looking down and blushing a bit.

"Sorry," he apologized for whining. Depending on how little he was, he would whine and get upset over anything, though he was usually a fairly happy baby. Kinda similar to how Virgil got fussy sometimes.

"It's alright. How about we go to your room and get you ready for the day?" Logan offered, Patton nodding a bit. He was in pajamas, but he still would like a onesie. Logan was able to climb out of bed now that Patton had move off of him. He reach over to his bedside table, handing Patton his glasses and putting on his own.

"Come on, baby," Logan instructed, touching his feet to the ground and standing up completely. Patton came and sat on the edge of the bed, making grabby hands to be picked up. "Darling, I just woke up. Could you walk for now?" Patton pouted, "I'll hold your hand instead." Logan offered.

Patton settled, Logan helping him off the bed. Today was gonna be a fun day.

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Patton sat on his light blue playmat, covered in a white star pattern. He wore a white onesie, his kitten pacifier sitting in his mouth. He wore a slightly visible white diaper under the clasps at the crotch of his onesie. As usual, he regressed younger once Logan started babying him and getting him into little clothes.

A stuffed bear sat on the mat near him, and he was currently playing with baby blocks. He stacked them up in little towers, until he hit something and it came crashing down. When that happened, he'd whine slightly and pout around the pacifier before starting over. Logan sat in front of where he was facing, helping him stack the blocks as high as he could.

He reminded him that it was okay every time the blocks fell, and would help him start over. "Papa, helppp!" Patton whined, harshly throwing the baby block in his hand down on mat in frustration. The other blocks came tumbling down onto his lap, and he retracted his legs so that they were pulled up to his chest.  

"Baby, no throwing things, remember? It's on your rule list." Logan scolded a bit, gather the blocks from around the boys legs. Once he had collected them and moved them to the side, Patton returned to a criss-cross-applesauce position. Patton pouted a bit.

Patton huffed, ignoring his statement and starting again. He was so set on stacking every single lock he owned into a single tower. Now, Logan could admit that the boy was creative. He had started making pyramids, forming bases with some blocks before deciding that they didn't count as a 'tower' and that they weren't tall enough. But Logan didn't think it was good for him to be so focused on one thing, and get frustrated when it didn't work.

"No, no, no!" he shouted around the pacifier, it sounding more like an angry babble. Angry tears came to his eyes as he huffed and crossed his arms. He kicked his feet out, somehow hitting Logan's knee.

"No shouting or kicking, please take a breath." Logan commanded, taking his hands in his. He pulled them away and continued his frustrated tantrum. He was glad that everyone was gone currently. Roman had left earlier that morning to go hang out with Remus, and Virgil went to the dark side tower with Janus. So Patton wouldn't be as embarrassed later for his sudden outburst.

Logan internally panicked, not knowing what to do. He did the same thing whenever he had to look over Virgil or Roman, and they misbehaved. He was a good caregiver, for a perfectly well-behaved baby.

"Darling, calm down a bit. Take a deep breath-" Logan tried his best to speak in a soft, guiding voice that wouldn't upset him more. He was interrupted by a baby block hitting hit square in the forehead, his eyes coming to focus on a still-angry baby with crossed arms.

"Patton, I told you not to throw things already..." Logan hesitated, knowing the given punishment that the others would've given to their littles if they acted like this. He didn't know what was wrong, but he did know that he'd have a hard time doing this. "Go sit in the timeout chair, immediately." He spoke in a harsh voice that would've definitely make Patton cry usually, regretting it right after.

Logan was able to pinpoint when the realization that he was in trouble, that he did something wrong, that Papa was upset with him had hit him. Logan stood up, reaching down for his hand. Patton felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he wanted to burst into tears already. He took his hand, and allowed his caregiver to lead him over to the small white beanbag in the corner. It faced the wall, and it was placed there so that the littles didn't have to go to their rooms each time they got in trouble when they were in other parts of the house.

The only exception to this was Virgil. He was anxious, and he didn't get put in timeout anyways. But if it did get to that point, he'd hate to be punished in front of anyone else, so Roman would take him back to his room. Logan softly lifted him up, setting him down.

"Take deep, deep breaths until I tell you timeout is over, okay?" Logan spoke softly, leaning down next to the baby's ear. "It's gonna be okay," he promised, kissing the side of his face before backing away. Patton hadn't replied, and he focused his eyes on the wall around him. Logan knew those words of reassurance weren't gonna go far, considering that fact that he had still put him in timeout. In the mind of a little, that probably showed that he was still upset and such.

He sat on the couch, watch Patton's back intently. It was only a few minutes before Patton busted into tears once again, and Logan gave in instantly. "Shh, shh, shh. You're okay, Papa's here," he lifted him up from behind,turning him around so that he was properly holding him. He hugged him tightly, the boy's state of sobbing not changing in the slightest. Logan rushed over to the couch, sitting down so that Patton was sitting on his lap.

"I'm sorry that I put you in the corner so quickly, there must've been another way to deal with this. You're just a baby, of course you're gonna throw fits sometimes. I'm so,so, so sorry sweetheart," Logan was rambling on and on, apologizing and hugging the boy.

"Papa isn't mad?" Patton interrupted him eventually, speaking in a wobbly and shaky voice, still sniffling a bit. That broke Logan's heart. How could he be mad at his baby?

"No! I just didn't know how to deal with you not listening to me and I jumped to doing what the other sides would, but you're different and I'm different and I'm just-" Logan seemed to be panicking about his mistake, but he stopped himself from spiraling. He did something wrong, and now he'd deal with the situation if this ever were to happen again. He took a moment before speaking,focusing back in on the point.

"I'm not mad, baby. But can I know why you got so upset about the block tower?" he asked softly, brushing a bit of Patton's hair out of his face.

Patton whined,very small and not capable of forming full sentences. He had already been reaching out of his usual headspace just to speak any words at all. He tried his best, though,talking in a very babyish tone. "I wan do it right! Can't do things well when I'm like dis and I don't like it..." his voice seemed to get a bit bigger near the end of his statement. He spat his pacifier out and it hung from his paci clip.

He didn't move out of Logan's lap, but Logan could tell he had pulled himself out of headspace in favor of talking to him for a bit. "I um, was kinda set on doing something harder by myself. Because when I'm little I'm not good at doing things by myself most of the time and I depend on you a lot, when I'm supposed to be the 'dad' the helps everyone else." he explained in pure vulnerability. Logan still had no idea how Patton pulled himself out of his headspace, he was surely unhealthily repressing it, but he'd leave it for the time being.

"Patton, how long have you been stressing about this?"Logan questioned firmly, looking at him. Patton scrambled out of his lap, feeling uncomfortable and sitting next to him instead.

"Um, a while, I guess. That whole thing was my childish attempt at being independent, and it didn't work so I got frustrated with myself and threw a fit. I'm sorry..." Patton seemed embarrassed, and guilty. It felt weird seeing Patton expressing these traits, because it felt almost uncharacteristic for him. Logan knew that those traits didn't exclusively belong to Virgil and Roman, but it surely felt more usual coming from them.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. Or feel guilty because I punished you," Logan promised. Patton gave a little unsure nod, Logan continuing. "And the whole point of your regression is to let go of those responsibilities. You don't have to be independent, and you don't have to try and do things yourself. You're just a baby sometimes, and babies aren't expected to be able to do everything independently, right?" Logan raised his eyebrow,giving the boy a knowing look.

Patton sheepishly shook his head, uncomfortably shifting in his onesie and diaper. That either meant that he felt big and didn't like being dressed like a toddler, or the baby clothes were making him wanna be small again. From how he was acting, Logan figured it was the later.  

"And neither are you. Stacking all those blocks that high seems like a simple, babyish task, but there is so many that the balance of the tower is knocked off my the time you get halfway done. Also, you can't stand well, so once the tower reached a certain height, it's pretty much impossible for you to add to it. You're also clumsy so you knocked it down multiple times as well," Logan explained a couple reasons why Patton was unsuccessful with his tower idea, causing the boy to pout a bit. "You were asking yourself to do something impossibly hard for someone who is mentally less than one year old. It's no shock that you weren't able to do it well, sweetheart."

"I guess I didn't think that through, huh?" Patton laugh at himself, looking kinda disappointed.

"Aw, baby. You're fine, I promise you." Logan spoke in a reassuring way before he kept speaking, "Now, next time you get frustrated like that, I want you to take deep breaths and then talk to me about what's wrong, alright? You're allowed to be upset, but throwing things and kicking people is not the correct response to that." Logan lightly scolded him, Patton obediently nodding.

"Okay, Papa! Gonna be better, promise!" he cuddled into his side, silently asking for comfort as he quickly regressed and fell into headspace. Logan softly kissed his forehead before replying,

"You're already perfect, sweetheart." Patton blushed at that, sliding his pacifier into his mouth. Logan used his power to turn on Mickey Mouse on the tv in front of them, summing Patton's stuffed bear and hand-held rattle from the play mat.

Patton spent the next hour or so babbling along to the Mickey Mouse characters, bouncing when he was excited, and shaking the blue rattle. His giggles always followed the rattle noises, and he seemed pretty content with the situation.

Of course, he eventually fell asleep cuddled up to his Papa. Some things never changed, like their dynamic. How much Logan cared for Patton, little or big. How grateful Patton was for everything his boyfriend did for him. How much the sides saw each other as family, as support.

But other things did.

And what they didn't know, is that a lot would change soon.

Very, very soon.

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Fussy Baby-Agere!Sides AU (pt.20)

“They’re both really, really tiny!” Roman was basically squealing at the adorable sight he saw when he entered Virgil’s room. Patton was curled up, in little clothes, next to an obviously also regressed, Virgil.

“I’m assuming that Patton woke up little, because he was quite regressed, and found that Virgil was the only one awake. And Virgil was regressed too,” Logan concluded, following Roman to Virgil’s bedroom.

“Dada!” Virgil made grabby hands towards Roman, and Roman came over and hugged him. “Lil Pat came to my room, said he had scawy nightmare! So I stayed big as I could to protect him from da monsters!”

Logan and Roman’s hearts simultaneously melted, “You did a very good job protecting him, young knight. But, now Logan is here to scare off the nightmare-causing monsters, so you can be as little as you want.”

“Good..feel really tiny,” Virgil crawled to the edge of the bed, swinging his feet off the edge. Logan picked up Patton.

“We should go put you in a new onesie, and get you some new juice. How does bath time sound?”

Patton only babbled, seeming quite bubbly, giggling lightly. Logan carried him out, leaving the other two by themselves. “You take a shower every night, so I think we’re safe to hold off on  a bath with you. Let get you out of those big boy clothes, hmm?”

Virgil nodded, “feel really small, onesie only p'eas?”

Roman moved to open his closet, pulling a white onesie off the hanger. “Whatever you’d like, baby.”

This onesie had metal button snaps on the crotch and shoulders. “Dada..should probably tell you somethings..” Virgil was blushing lightly and he seemed to be very shy about whatever he was about to say.

“What is it, Vee?” Roman set the onesie out, instructing Virgil to remove his hoodie.

“When m’ dis small..wear pullups, have accidents sometimes,” he mumbled lightly, and Roman’s face softened. Even when Virgil was on the littler side, it still wasn’t this young of a regression. He was in a much younger headspace than usual.

“Awe, baby, why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Never been dis lil wif you before,” Virgil tilted his head lightly, still blushing.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that, and it’s good you told me. Where do you keep the pullups?”

Seperate from where he hid his other little stuff, the pullups were placed inside of a box, under a few hoodies in his closet. Roman located them, pulling out a slip-on pullup covered in a pastel baby block design. “How old are you, Vee?”

“Vewy small..want baba n cuddles!” he kicked his feet lightly, and Roman chuckled.

“You can have all the cuddles in the world once you’re all dressed, baby boy.”

Roman was quick to undress him, but once he was in his underwear, he was hesitant. Virgil covered his face with his hands, and Roman noted that he wasn’t the only embarrassed one. He got to pullup on him, instructing him to lie back after pulling the white onesie over his head. He snapped it at the crotch, and the baby was all dressed.

Virgil whined softly, and Roman didn’t know what to do. “What is it?”

Virgil only tilted his head, whining softly, bouncing in place. “Ababa!” he spoke as if his babbles should have made complete sense to his carer. Roman thought, before it clicked in his head.

“Pacifier? Is that what you want?” Roman found his little plastic box of his pacifiers. Virgil clapped his hands.

“urpel!” he squealed, causing Roman to chuckle again.

“P-ur-ple,” he sounded out the word, trying to get VIrgil to repeat, but the baby only tilted his head.

“Urpel! Urpel!”

Roman nodded, not pushing him to pronounce the word correctly, just pulling out the pastel purple pacifier. Virgil opened his mouth and made an ‘ah!’ sound when Roman approached the edge of the bed. Roman gave it to him, ruffling his hair. Virgil seemed to be happy, just slightly fussy, and less verbal. Roman was willing to deal with it, he thought his baby was quite adorable, no matter what.

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After breakfast, Virgil sat alone, surrounded by stuffed animals on the couch. Logan was nearby, and Patton entertained himself with baby blocks. Roman had left the room only seconds ago to go to the bathroom, and Virgil’s eyes were welling up with tears. He sniffled, and Logan looked over.

“No, no, no. Don’t be sad, what’s wrong buddy?”

“Want dada!” he whined, crying loudly around his pacifier.

“You’re quite fussy, aren’t you?” Logan pulled him closer, trying to console him.

He was still crying by the time Roman came back about two minutes later, “What happened to my baby?”

Roman sat on the other side of Virgil, pulling him onto his lap and bouncing him on his knee. “You left and he just started crying. I think you have a little fussy baby on your hands.”

Roman shushed Virgil, comforting him until his cries turned into soft babbles. “Why were you crying, baby?”

“left me, dada. Miss you,” he mumbled.

“I only went to the bathroom, no need to cry. I would never leave you, yeah?”

Virgil nodded. As the day went on, Roman quickly found that he couldn’t leave Virgil alone, or else he’d cry. Whenever he needed or wanted anything, he’d whine and cry until Roman figured out what it was. He didn’t talk quite as much, and when he did, the words were pronounced incorrectly.

“Yesterday, wasn’t he sad because one of Thomas’s friends stopped talking to him? Maybe him being sad is what made him regress so little, and made him so fussy?” Logan offered, and Roman agreed quickly. He held Virgil on his lap, bouncing him on his knee, because whenever he stopped, Virgil whined and pouted.

“But that’s okay, I can deal with a fussy baby. I’ll just have to do my best to cheer you up, hmm?” Roman kissed his cheek, causing him to giggle and scrunch his nose.

Virgil whined softly, “What is it this time, little one?”

“Baba?”

He nodded, thanking Logan quietly when he handed over the milk-filled bottle. Roman proceeded to held him drink the liquid, still bouncing him lightly. Virgil whined again when the bottle was empty, and Roman watch him rub at his eyes. “Does baby bat need a nap?” he teased.

“Dada sleep too?” he mumbled, and Roman nodded.

“Of course,” he needed it, he was exhausted from making sure Virgil wasn’t crying, and managing all of his needs. He truly didn’t mind, but it was tiring.

Within a few minutes, the two were cuddling in Roman’s bed, covered by the 'fluffy blankies!’ Virgil loved.

Roman loved Baby Vee, just as much as he loved Big Virgil, and Toddler Vee. But while Baby Vee was the most cuddly, he was also the most needy. But, Roman didn’t mind.

That’s what caregivers are for, right?

A/N: Cute lil oneshot that doesn’t quite fit into the main plot. Ig you can say this takes place around the point I am in the story, so consider it ‘canon’ that Virgil wears pullups when he’s Extremely Smol

"What is it, Roman? Did I do something, what's going on?" Thomas seemed concerned and confused, waiting for Roman to respond.

"We can teach you more about it later, but me and the other core sides do this thing, called age regression. We sometimes go into a headspace where we are mentally younger,"

Thomas seemed to understand his words, and Roman continued, "A littlespace, is what's this is called. We mentally regress, all four of us to different ages. We do stuff a kid of that age would, we act like we're that age, and even use things someone of that age would. For example, Patton, Virgil, and Logan use adult pacifiers when they regress."

"I mean, okay? Why didn't you guys tell me before?"

Roman shrugged, smiling. "We were scared, I guess. We didn't want you to be weirded out by how we act, because it goes deep. Virgil calls me 'dada' when he's little, I'm his caregiver. But currently, I'm taking care of all three of them because everyone but me regressed."

"Oh..awww! Wait do I get to meet the regressed versions of Logan, Virgil, and Patton?" Thomas seemed excited, and Roman nodded.

"Yeah, when Logan's big I'll have him explain in more detail the terms and all, but for now, just go with it. Fair warning, they are sensitive, and shy. They really do act like babies. they're all mentally two or three right now."

Thomas nodded. Roman closed his eyes for a moment, popping out of the living room and into the mindscape commons. "Hey babies, I told Thomas!"

Roman hugged the anxious and scared Virgil, patting Patton's head, and ruffling Logan's hair. "He was fine with it, and he wants to meet you guys. So..let's go!"

Roman held Virgil's and Patton's hand, and popped up in Thomas's living room with them, and Logan appeared in a moment. Patton immediately had trouble standing, and sat criss-cross applesauce on the ground with a giggle. Logan avoided looking at Thomas, quickly pulling the red pacifier out of his mouth and putting it in the front pocket of his colorful overalls.

Virgil didn't take his pacifier out of his mouth, but he sat on the bottom steps and hid his face in his bear. "Boys, say hi," Roman instructed, and Patton only waved with an adorable giggle.

"H-hello.." Virgil stuttered, mumbling around his pacifier, hiding from the world behind his stuffed animal.

Logan only whined, finding himself to have a hard time speaking, looking to Roman. "Hi," he managed to squeak out.

"When they're this small, not only are they shy, but they have a hard time talking. Patton goes mostly nonverbal, but when he does talk its hard to understand. Only his caregiver, Logan, can clearly understand him, either way its adorable. Virgil usually can talk, he just has a hard time saying larger words, but he prefers not to. And, well, this is only Logan's second ever time regressing, so I'm not sure about him yet," Roman explained to Thomas, and Logan got shy when he was addressed.

"They're so cute!" Thomas squealed, looking at them.

"Aren't they? Well, I don't know how much we will be able to help with whatever you need...they're literally babies."

"My life problems can wait, I wanna get to know them, they're adorable!"

Roman laughed, "How about we hang out here? They're not gonna open up if we're just sitting here.."

"My house is yours, go on," Thomas motioned around him, and Roman stepped froward to make sure they were able to leave their spots.

"Okay, so we just finished breakfast, usually we find something fun for them to do. We've already watched cartoons today, and they're to little for crafts, they'd just make a mess..." Roman pondered, moving to pick up Patton. Thomas seemed shocked that he could just casually pick up someone the same size as him and rest him on his hip, but he didn't say anything.

Roman put Patton on the couch, then moving to help Virgil, and Logan insisting on walking on his own. Since he wasn't as clumsy as the other two, Roman let him walk on his own, holding Virgil's hand. Once they were all three on the couch, Patton whined, "What is it, baby?" Roman asked, and Patton didn't talk.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me whats wrong."

Thomas watched the interaction, "Maybe he needs a blanket?"

Roman looked to Patton, who nodded. "Alright, I'm gonna go back to the mindscape to get blankets, toys, their sippy cups and bottles, and other things. Watch them for a moment, help them pick out a disney movie, alright?"

Thomas had no idea what he was doing, but he nodded, and Roman disappeared. Virgil scooted closer to Patton, wrapping his arm around him and letting the slightly mentally younger boy cuddle closer. Thomas audibly 'awed' at the sight, sitting between the two of them, and Logan.

"What do you guys wanna watch?"

"Moana!" Logan called out quickly, which was his first time speaking since he nervously said 'hi' a little bit ago. He blushed and shied back, mumbling, "didn't mean to be loud.."

"It's okay," Thomas chuckled, "Are you two good with Moana?"

Patton clapped his hands, and Virgil nodded, so Thomas located the movie on Disney+. The first few minutes played before Roman came back with a box, and his arms full. Thomas got up to help him, taking the box and setting it on the ground. "I refilled their bottles and sippy cups, the blue sippy cup is for Logan, bottle for Patton, and the black sippy cup is for Virgil. He was using a bottle but I think he's a little bigger now," Roman handed him the liquid-filled bottles.

Thomas gave them to their respective owners, and Roman took the blankets and moved to give each of them a few. "You two can share my blankets, since you guys love it so much," Roman tucked the fluffy red blanket over Patton and Virgil, layering it with a white fluffy blanket.

"Fluffy!" Virgil squealed.

"Hey Vee, is it alright if I let Logan use your blankets?" Roman asked, and Virgil nodded. Logan attempted to take the blankets and cover himself, but Roman gave him a look, and Logan whimpered, but let him help. "You guys all have your pacifiers, sippy cups, and stuffies...I think that's all we need," Roman decided.

"wait, where's you pacifier, Lo?"

Logan pulled it out of his pocket with a huff, and Roman sighed. "Why aren't you using it, little one?"

Logan whimpered again, pouting as he hid his face in his octopus. "Are you being shy?" Roman teased with a smirk, reaching out his arms to place them on Logan's sides. He knew full well that all of the sides were ticklish, because Thomas was. He tickled the little's sides, and he giggled out. Roman took his pacifier by the handle, "Do you want it, or do you want me to put it in your room?"

Logan pouted, whining softly. "Open your mouth, ah!" Roman opened his own mouth, signaling what Logan was supposed to do. Logan giggled, mimicking his actions, and Roman took the chance the pop the pacifier into his mouth.  The boy scrunched up his nose and smiled, distracting himself with his stuffed animal.

"Okay but why were you scared to tell me, like, I could've been witnessed this adorableness! But nooo, you guys held out on me.." Thomas rolled his eyes, pretending to me annoyed.

"Just sit down and watch the movie with the babies," Roman instructed, and Thomas quickly obliged, taking his prior spot next to Virgil and Patton. Roman sat close to Logan, wrapping his arm around him.

This movie night would be just the beginning of Thomas getting to know the little sides, soon they will be less shy, and more silly.

Roman knew he had his hands full when both Virgil and Patton woke up little, and Logan was slipping, swearing up and down that he'd stay big. It wasn't long before he was little too.

At least all of them were regressed around the same age, about two. They all sat on the couch, still in their pajamas, with their pacifiers and stuffed animals. Patton's stuffed kitten, Virgil's black bear, and Logan's stuffed octopus. "Okay, you first," Roman helped Virgil up.

"You two, stay here and watch Disney, just shout my name if you need anything, alright?"

Logan and Patton nodded, already distracted by the episode of Mickey Mouse he put on.

Roman picked up Virgil, setting him on his hip, and carrying him to Virgil's bedroom. He set him on his bed. "Is today a onesie-only type of day, or do you want overalls?"

Virgil entertained himself by playing with Roman's hair. "Not the hair, darling," Roman moved his hand, kissing it lightly. "Hmm," Roman pondered, opening his closet, pulling out a tie-dye black, purple, and white shirt, and a pair of black shortalls.

He helped Virgil get dressed, sending him to sit on the couch. He pulled Logan away next, who didn't have much little clothes. Roman conjured a dark blue onesie, pairing it with red shortalls, which had a yellow pocket on the front. He liked the primary color theme, so he made a plain red pacifier appear for the boy. He figured that Patton wouldn't mind the gifts, because Logan needed little stuff anyways.

"Okay, time to get you dressed," Roman moved to help him, and Logan pushed his hands away.

"Do it myself," he said, huffing and pushing him away.

"What's one of your rules?"

Logan tilted his head, waiting for Roman's response. "Let people help you without protesting. Now, lift your arms, little one."

Logan pouted at his instructions, but did so. When he wasn't protesting, Roman managed to get him dressed in just a few minutes. "T-thank yous, Ro!" Logan squealed excitedly upon looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting the new red pacifier in his mouth.

"No problem, Lo."

Roman helped him out to the commons, sitting him on the couch. Unlike Virgil, Logan seemed to be a little more verbal, and less clumsy, but it was still easy to tell that he was regressed to a young age. Out of all of them, Patton had to be the least verbal, and the most dependant one, even though they were all nearing the same age.

Roman found the boy's yellow onesie, and his white fluffy socks. "Is this good, Pat?"

Patton bounced in place, squealing and making grabby hands. Roman had a harder time helping him get dressed because it was harder for Patton to balance, and understand Roman's directions. But, in no time, he was in the onesie, and the socks, pulling a small blanket around his shoulders.

Now, all three of them sat on the couch, having not moved while Roman was out of the room. "What do you three babies want for breakfast?" he asked, and only Logan responded.

"Yogurt!"

Roman nodded, "That's doable. Is everyone okay with fruit and yogurt for breakfast?"

The other two replied with a nod, and Roman opted to leave them to watch cartoons while he got everything together. Patton whined, making grabby hands towards Roman. And Virgil seemed pouty and sad. "What's wrong with you two?"

"Cuddles?" Virgil asked hesitantly, and Patton made puppy-dog eyes, asking for the same thing.

"Well, I'm so proud of you for asking, that was very brave. I know you get scared to do that sometimes, Vee."

Virgil shyly smiled, accepting the praise. "But how do I cuddle both of these adorable babies while making breakfast?" he pretending to ponder, causing the boys to giggle. Logan stayed quiet, watching the TV silently.

"How about, we all go to the kitchen, and I'll do my absolute best to give you all the cuddles you need?"

The two nodded, and Logan didn't want to be alone, so he did too. Roman picked up Patton, and held Virgil's hand, while Logan trailed behind. Roman sat Patton in his seat, helped Virgil sit on the counter, and Logan climbed up to sit on the table.

"Hey, did I say you could sit on the table?"

"N-no, but Vee's on the counter!" Logan protested, huffing as if it would make his point more solid.

"Because I'm right here to stop him from falling. But, just go ahead and stay there. If you do anything though, you have to go back to sitting in a chair, alright?"

Logan nodded in agreement to these terms, swinging his feet slightly. "Cinnamon milk for the baby," Roman sat one of Patton's bottles in front of him a few minutes later, "Sippy cup full of orange juice for Little Lo," he handed Logan a sippy cup with a dark blue lid, "And a bottle of grape juice for Vee."

The latter two had no problem taking their pacifiers out of their mouths and drinking their juice, but Patton pouted, knowing that Logan always fed him his bottle to avoid him spilling it. Especially when he was this small.

"Awe, baby, lemme help you," Roman rushed to his side, taking his pacifier by the handle and lightly pulling it out of his mouth, helping the boy get a grip on the bottle. "I have to get back to making breakfast, but I won't get upset with you if you spill a bit, so I think you're good to do this yourself, hmm?"

Patton nodded hesitantly, not knowing how else to communicate. Roman prepared small bowls of yogurt for all of them, moving between the boys to help them all eat. He had to wipe all of their faces down, because surprisingly, babies are messy when they eat on their own.

Just as he placed all the bowls in the sink, and is getting ready to turn on a movie for them, there is a Thomas Alert on the tv.

"All of us? Fuck fuck fuck, what do I do?" he mumbled the curse words under his breath in a panic. All the boys had spoken about this, and they agreed they would tell Thomas about their regression when the time came where they had to.

He didn't know how he'd be able to avoid telling him. "Hey, babies? So remember how we talked about telling Thomas about everything?"

Virgil looked so scared, like he was gonna cry. They all confirmed, but they all looked scared. Logan not as much as the other too. "I think we're gonna have to do that now. I know you're scared, but I don't think we can avoid it."

Roman kissed Virgil's forehead, hugged Patton, and ruffled Logan's hair. "I'm gonna go up first, and then I'll call you guys up, okay?"

They confirmed, and Roman popped up in Thomas's living room. "Finally, you guys took forever! Wait..it's only you?"

"Hi, Thomas."

"Hey Roman, where's the others?"

"I have something to tell you before they come..."

Patton was curled up next to Virgil, both having been regressed the night prior. Patton wore a pastel blue onesie,and fluffy white socks. His white kitten pacifier was in his mouth, and he had his head laying on Virgil's chest.

Virgil wore black shortalls, with a light purple shirt underneath. No pacifier, but he had his arms wrapped around Patton. Roman and Logan found that when they regressed together, Virgil took over a caring-type role, but in a childish manner. Sort of like an older brother. Logan and Roman found this amusing, and heart-warming.

Logan walked into the commons, taking his place next to the half-asleep Roman, handing him a red mug of coffee.

"Y'know, that day..when Virgil was acting "weird" and all, I didn't think it would lead to this." He motioned around himself, at the two boys on the other side of the couch.

Roman spoke softly and quietly, as to avoid waking Virgil and Patton. "I know," Logan breathed out, "But I'm glad it did. Thomas is doing a bit better all across the board, and all of us are happier..it's a good thing."

Roman nodded, hesitating before he continued. "I know that us all regressing it helping Thomas..but what do you think he'll think of it? And also the fans...he overshares his problems online, to a whole crowd of people. Who's to say he won't reveal our regression to them? If he doesn't judge, then someone in the comment section will."

"You're starting to sound like anxiety," Logan joked, causing him to smile. "But seriously, about what Thomas will think? Well, we all are acceptive, so that means his mind thinks it's okay, so he might be confused at first, but he probably won't be against it. Second off, if we ask him not to say anything to his fans, he won't."

Roman nodded, accepting the reassurance before speaking again. "I-i was just a bit worried about that, that's all. You're the logical one, I figured if I talked to my boyfriend, I'd get negativity all around. And if I talked to Patton.."

"Overwhelming positivity," Logan completed, and Roman nodded again, his only verbal response being a mumbled 'mhm'. After a few moments, Logan spoke again.

"You wanna know something I've noticed?"

"Shoot,"

"None of us ever established caregivers, or any sort of official rules," he chuckled, "we just all sort of trusted the person we were closest to, and that was that."

"Yeah..you're right. I mean, maybe we were waiting until all of us had regressed, or just waiting to see how many of us were actually littles," Roman vaguely motioned to him, "so we could kind of figure out our dynamic, I guess. So far, all I see is that, when someone regressed, they go to their boyfriend, and if they are unavailable or little, then another person takes care of them. We are all..sort of each others caregivers, as far as I can tell."

Logan nodded, "you're not wrong."

Roman went to go say something until Logan was distracted by the adorable sound of Patton waking up.

"Papa?" Patton sat up slowly, rubbing at him eyes, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth. He yawned and put it back in, glancing around hurriedly for his stuffed animal. Logan was quick to get up, locating it and handing it to him. Patton buried his face in it's fur, humming thankfully. After a few moments, he made grabby hands towards Logan.

Logan knew what he wanted, picking him up and walking back to the couch where Roman sat. "Still feel little, baby boy?" Logan asked, setting him in his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. Patton kicked his feet with a playful squeal, nodding his head. His smile dropped.

"M' I to much..I-i can be big!" he offered, and Logan shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no, Pat. I was just curious to see if I'd have a baby for the morning or not, it's alright. You're so cute,"

Roman rolled his eyes, directing his attention to Virgil, who was waking up slowly. "Hey, Vee. Sleep well?"

Virgil nodded slowly, getting up and coming to hug Roman, still half asleep.

"How about you, are you still little?"

"nuh-uh!" he denied quietly, and Roman only laughed and moved to kiss his forehead.

"How old are you, darling?"

"Big," he looked so serious, attempting to convince him.

"But babyy," Roman pretended to pout, tapping the button of his nose. "What if I want to cuddle with Toddler Vee?"

Virgil went from shy to giggly and shy. "You're silly, dada," he mumbled, and Roman did a double take.

"what did you just say?"

"N-nothing," Virgil assured, summoning his black bear and hiding his face in it.

"Wait, no! Say it again," Roman urged, and Virgil shook his head. Roman resorted to tickling his sides, and Virgil giggled.

"Dada, no! Stooppp!" he whined, and Roman smiled.

"See, that wasn't hard, baby."

Virgil still looked shy, pouting a bit. Roman hugged him, kissing his forehead. "It's alright, Vee. It's very cute, I'm fine with it."

He blushed, looking down shyly. "What about we have some breakfast,hmm?" Roman looked to Logan, who was still babying Patton in his lap.

"Yeah, Thomas is making breakfast now,so we should too."

Roman agreed with Logan's words, getting up and taking his place at the stove. Usually, if Patton wasn't available to cook, then Logan would. But Roman could tell that Patton was regressed deeper, meaning that he needed more attention.

Patton clumsily followed Logan into the kitchen, and Logan instructed him to sit in his normal seat. But the baby pouted and whimpered, and Logan knew there was no point in arguing, pulling him into his lap. "When we eat,you have to go to your seat,alright baby?"

Patton shook his head quickly, causing Virgil to giggle. "Yes, you will," Logan assured, and Patton hummed out a few works quietly,

"Nuh-uh,don't wanna.."

It was muffled by his pacifier, but Logan understood. "Stop pouting and listen," he spoke, slightly harsher.

Patton whimpered,closing his eyes and going quiet. He sniffled slightly, and Logan quickly realized what he had done. It only took the slightest amount of anger, of annoyance, or anything that seemed harsh for the baby to cry.

Logan bounced his leg, distracting him while removing Patton's glasses. "Shh, it's okay. None of that, papa isn't mad at you,"

Roman busied himself while Logan handled Baby Pat, filling a bottle for Patton, and a sippy cup for Virgil.

"Sorry, papa. I move," Patton mumbled,trying to move out of his lap. Logan tightened his arms around his waist and shook his head.

"Careful baby, you'll hurt yourself. And you don't need to be sorry, I'm not upset with you," Logan assured, and Patton hummed, still obviously feeling bad.

Logan wiped the few tears from under Patton's eyes, kissing his cheek. Patton smiled, leaning into him. "Hmm? You like kisses?" Logan teased, repeatedly kissing the boys face, causing him to giggle. Within seconds of Logan's playful antics, Patton had forgotten all about his quick second of brattiness.

"Why are you so lucky? You get Patton,he's so easy to take care of," Roman smiled heartily, handing Logan the bottle, full of warm cinnamon milk. Patton absolutely loved it, making grabby hands towards the light blue bottle.

"Virgil isn't hard though, he's just shy, you just have to be comforting and figure out what's he needs. The only hard one is you," Logan didn't realize what he was saying, and he shut his mouth quickly, distracting himself by taking the bottle from Patton and helping him before he spilled it.

Virgil giggled again, while Roman playfully glared at him. This staring contest only lasted for a few seconds before Roman spoke. "So..today I really wanted to visit The Vineyard Village in the imagination, can you babysit Virge for me?"

"I suppose so," Logan sighed, and Virgil pouted.

"Dada's leavin'?"

Logan raised his eyebrow,asking a silent question that Roman understood, 'dada?'.

"I'll tell you later," he replied, turning back to Virgil. "Vee,I'll be back soon, for now you get to play with Baby Pat and Lo, mhm?"

Virgil protested,pouting and huffing, and resulted to a slightly harsher route. "Stop it,I'm only gonna be gone for a bit,"

"B-but-"

"Virgil."

Virgil absolutely hated that tone, so he shut up with a pout. Roman knew what would come next if he didn't give him a bit of affection, he kissed his forehead to make up for snapping. "I love you, Vee. More than anything,alright?"

"Love you too, dada," Virgil smiled slightly, and Roman swiped his sippy cup off the counter and gave it to him.

"Good baby," Virgil accepted the praise, kicking his feet.

Soon, breakfast was done,and Roman was leaving. Patton sat on the couch, amusing himself with the stuffed dinosaur that rattled. Virgil seemed annoyed by the sound, but he didn't do anything. Patton was giggling and being adorable, Virgil couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

"Virgil should be good, I've never had to go farther than just a stern tone with him. If you have to be stern, give him lots of affection after, okay? I'm also giving you the authority to put him in timeout, but I doubt that'll be needed."

Logan chuckled at his rambling, practically pushing him out of the door. "It's gonna be fine, I know how to deal with a little."

Roman hesitantly nodded. "You know..I could just wait until Vee is big before I go-"

Logan blocked him from re-entering the home, cutting him off. "Just go,"

Roman sighed, finally leaving. Logan closed the door behind him and approached the couch. Patton seemed content with his stuffed dinosaur (the noise was annoying, even accompanied by Patton's adorable giggles and babbles), so Logan crouched down in from of Virgil.

"Hey Vee,"

"..hi Lo.."

"How old are you feeling, Virge?" Logan asked.

"Five? I don't want a sippy cup anymore," his voice was more normal, but still little. The lack of Roman, along with his personal anxiety, was affecting his headspace age.

He handed Logan the sippy cup, "You sure, bud?"

Virgil nodded, and Logan slowly took the cup. "You know, you're allowed to be little without Roman here,"

"N-no, I'm to much. A-and only Ro knows how to..how to..." Virgil seemed to have somewhat of a difficult time forming his words. Logan waited for Virgil to speak, encouraging him to go on. "Take care of me, you already have Pat, don't wanna be to much..."

"Virgil....you can't help feeling little, okay? Yes, you might be able to control it better than the others, but you still need to use it to help yourself. It's a good thing, and you won't be "to much" for me. I promise,"

Virgil didn't seem convinced, and Logan rolled his eyes, realizing the only way to persuade a five year old. He held out a pinky, and Virgil giggled, locking his into Logan's.

"So...a certain birdy told me that you like scooby doo, is that true?"

Virgil smiled, bouncing in place, giggling. "Yes, yes! I wanna watch ittt!"

This wouldn't be so hard, right?

“Baby, please?”

Patton was sitting on his bed,swinging his legs as he sat. He wore striped shirt, with different pastel colors, with white shortalls. It was such a cute little outfit, and it went well with his kitten pacifier. 

“B-but..” he pouted, huffing slightly. His paci hung off his shirt with a paci clip. He had been extremely little the whole day, he woke up big, and then slipped very quickly. Out of the three sides that had regressed, he seemed to have the easiest time staying in, and putting himself into, littlespace. 

“but what, Pat? You’re a good baby, right?”

“Yeah, but don’t wanna,” he mumbled, using signature puppy-dog eyes. He was fighting against picking up his stuffies and toys, which were strewn among Logan’s bedroom floor. 

“Pat, is Roman being a bad influence? Get up and do this for me, yeah?”

“But..what if my stuffies like the floor? And they don’t want me to move them?”

He shrugged playfully, and Logan couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “You’re adorable. But seriously, let’s get this done.”

Patton huffed, pouting again before getting off the bed. Logan crouched down, helping him gather the stuffed animals, and stacking up the baby books.

They put them in their places, and Logan praised him. “See! That wasn’t hard, you’re such a good baby,”

Patton blushed, smiling at the compliment. “Thank you, papa!”

“Go grab a stuffie, we’re gonna go and have a playdate with Roman. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“We have playdates with Roman everyday, when we regress at da same time.. he complained.

“There’s no one else to hang out with,” Logan pointed out. They both heard the beep in the Mindscape commons, which meant that Thomas needed at least one of them. 

“I hope this isn’t for you,” Logan mumbled. If Patton had to try to force himself to be big, it would be a disaster. Logan lead a worried looking Patton to the living room. 

Virgil sighed, “it calls for all of us.”

Roman was wearing a red oversized sweater, with a white crown in the middle, and he held his red sippy cup. He pouted, but he used his powers to switch his clothes. “So that easily, you’re not little anymore?” Virgil questioned.

“I mean I’d like to be, but no,” Roman shrugged.

Patton pulled on Logan’s hand, whimpering, “can’t be big,” he mumbled.

Logan looked at the other two, “make up an excuse as to why we can’t be there?”

“He calls for all of us when he usually only needs help from a specific side, I’ll cover for you guys,” Virgil nods, him and Roman popping out. 

About twenty minutes later, Patton was all changed, his voice normal. “I can’t just skip out on helping Thomas, “ he sighed, setting his stuffed animal down on Logan’s bed. 

“You were regressed, darling. It’s alright. Come on, we can pop in now,” Logan assured. Patton nodded, and they popped out.

“Logan! Patton! How was your dateee?” Thomas greeted in a sing-songy voice. 

Logan glared at Virgil, and Patton at Roman. “It was great,” Patton said begrudgingly. Thomas didn’t even know that the sides could date each other.

--

“so you had to say we were on a date-”

“I didn’t know how else to cover both of you, it seemed suspicious!”

“You could’ve like, come up with another lie, or something.”

“You should be thankful I helped at all.”

“Oh yes, thank you Virgil. For telling Thomas we were going on a date and embarrassing us.”

“You know you love me.”

"Roman,no!" For the seventh time that day,Virgil had to stop Roman from doing something. 

"We do not jump on the couch,you could hurt yourself!" On the armchair,Logan sat there with Patton,who had a paci in his mouth as Logan read him a story in a soft voice. Patton kept pointing to the cutesy pictures,giggling and squealing,bouncing in his place on Logan's lap when he got excited. 

 If only Roman could be so calm. 

 Roman huffed,sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. "Stop giving me attitude, or an early bedtime tonight," Roman mumbled something under his breath, "what was that?" Virgil questioned. 

Roman's eyes widened,but he snapped back to the childish glare, "Dont care," he repeated. 

 "Papa? Why do Roman act like dat?" Patton looked up at Logan,who was obviously amused. 

 "Because he's a brat,unlike you. You're my little angel,such a good baby boy," he praised,kissing his forehead and causing him to blush. 

 "Thank you papa," he mumbled shyly around his pacifier. 

 "You even have good manners, you're such an amazing baby, aren’t you?" 

Meanwhile, "Roman I swear to god,if you don’t get off that couch I will-" 

 Roman got off the couch,hugging him and whimpering. Virgil sighed. This is how Roman was,he was super bratty and gave attitude, arguing,until suddenly guilt hit him and he felt bad. 

 It had been a few weeks since Roman first regressed. Patton had given up his naturally caregivery instincts,allowing Logan to practice taking care of him. Virgil hadn't felt super little since he had been helping out Logan when Patton regressed,and taking care of his own baby. He was okay with this,but taking care of Roman was hard. 

 Logan constantly rubbed it in his face that he had Patton,who regressed to a younger age and never acted out. All you needed to do is give him cuddles,a bottle,his paci,and something that'll entertain him. The first time Patton called him Papa,it slipped out and he was super shy,but Logan assured that it was okay,and that he found it adorable,and now it was a normal thing for them.

 "Sorry m' being bad Vee," Roman mumbled when he pulled away a few seconds later,looking down guiltily. 

 "Remember what I said about giving me attitude? And not listening?" Virgil questioned,and Roman hid his face. 

 "Nuthin! Didn't say anything!" "Mhm,okay," Virgil nodded with a slight eye roll, "come on,Ro." Virgil lead him into his room,sitting him on his bed. "Ten minutes,no toys,no talking,got it?" Roman pouted,but nodded. 

"Don’t move,got it?" Roman nodded again,and Virgil leaned over,kissing his forehead quickly. "It's okay baby,just a quick timeout,then we can forget about it,mhm?" 

 Roman felt a lot worse than he was letting on, he was always a brat until he felt like Virgil was fed up. Virgil must've caught on. "You okay,Ro?" Roman shook his head,hugging one of Virgil's pillows to his chest as his eyes glossed over. 

"Baby,baby,don’t cry please. It's okay,it's just a timeout," 

 "Y-you mad at me..because I don't listen ..." he sniffled, and Virgil sat next to him,wrapping his arms around the boy. 

 "You are just a brat,and while I dont like that,you're my baby boy. I might put you in timeout,or get onto you,but I'm not mad at you."

Roman didn’t respond, just burying his head in Virgil’s chest. “How about I stay here, and we just take a few minutes to let you calm down?”

“No timeout?” Roman mumbled.

“Sort of, it’s still a punishment, but I’m with you so you’re not as scared,”

“m’ not scared, Vee!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “mhm, sure.”

“cuddles?” he mumbled, and Virgil pulled him closer.

The sat there for a few minutes, until Roman was done crying, and stopped mumbling and talking. 

“I think that’s enough,”

Roman’s head snapped up, and he rubbed at his eyes slightly, “really?”

“Do you promise to be good?”

Roman nodded eagerly, and Virgil chuckled. He got off the bed and helped Roman up, “I love you.”

“love you too, Vee!”

Virgil woke up the next morning, his stuffed animal still in his arms. He sighed, pushing the blankets off of him and setting it down. When he shifted, Patton’s eyes flew open, and he pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. He seemed confused.

“After-regression fogginess?” Virgil jokes, and Patton nods. 

“I used to get it, I’d feel off, or my memory would just be a bit foggy. That only happened to me the first few times I regressed though,” Virgil smiled.

“I-i’m sorry? I don’t even know how it happened, I just-”

“Patton, it’s okay,” Virgil chuckled, helping him pull the blankets off of him.

Patton sighed, “I just didn’t know I had a littlespace,” he shrugged slightly. 

“Mhm, I didn’t either. But guess what? It was harder for me, I had to research it on my own,” 

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide yourself for so long,”

Virgil shrugged, not responding to the last comment. “Oh, look. The babies are awake,”

Virgil turned his head, smirking when he saw Roman and Logan there. Roman approached him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him deeply. 

“Goodmorning, Virge.”

“Morning, babe.”

Patton ducked his head when Logan approached him, “Morning,”

Patton hugged him, humming into his chest. “Are you being shy?” Logan smirked, and the moral side became flustered. 

“Just...don’t know. I’m sorry,” 

“For what, darling?” Logan tilted his head. 

“Yesterday? Regressing out of nowhere...I’ve never done that,”

“Pat,” Logan lifted his chin and pecked his lips, “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out, you were obviously happy while in that mindset...and I’m okay with it.” 

Patton gave a warm smile. The four interacted for a bit longer before moving to the kitchen, where Patton stood at the stove, beginning to make breakfast. 

“So I had an idea...or a theory?” Virgil seemed questioning of his own statement, but Roman motioned for him to go on.

“We all know that Thomas holds on to his inner child, even if its only with mental memories or items,” Virgil paused, receiving a quiet ‘mhm’ from Patton.

“We also know that there are certain things that we all share, like Thomas’s sexuality, or his interest in music..”

“What are you getting at, Vee?” Roman questioned, but it seemed Logan filled in the blanks.

“He thinks that we might all share age regression.”

“Yes,” Roman seemed skeptical, and so did Logan, but Patton just listened. 

“Think about it, Thomas holds on to his childhood through memories and such, something inside of his mind...we are all inside of his mind.”

Logan nodded, adding onto his statement. “Him holding onto his childhood could be the cause of us regressing, because we are a part of his mind.” 

Virgil nodded. “I mean, it makes sense..” Patton hummed. 

“It is possible,” Roman nodded. 

“We also have a lot of responsibilities, so on the coping end, age regression would work for all of us. I would think so, anyways,” Virgil continued.

“But Roman and Logan haven’t regressed?” Patton questioned.

“Until I revealed my littlespace, none of you guys really knew what it was. Since you guys found out, and know that it’s possible, it’s not a crazy idea to think that it might start now,”

“Based off my research, it works differently for everyone. How much you regress, you old you are mentally. Say Roman and I are regressors to, it’s possible that we just haven’t experienced it yet...” Logan stated.

“So, how do we figure this out? Does it really matter that much?” Roman asked.

“I mean, yeah. You see how much care Virgil and I need? If you guys regress to, you will most likely need someone there with you. And if we all regress, then that’s not a bad thing, at all,” Patton moved things around on the counter, returning to the stove. 

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see if they regress or not. If not, then it’s just a coincidence that both Patton and I are littles. If so, then my theory is right.”