something came up and had you in a low mood all week, you've been forgetting to regress which made you go full on baby by the end of the week, to the point of you barely talking and you only felt a few months old, but you knew who'd take care of you you were in bed with ghost as he held you, bundled up into a blanket as you had your paci in after your bath, you leaned against his chest accompanied by the occasional baby babbles you managed to make while a cartoon played in the backround with baby toys and stuffies surrounded you both "whatchu telling me hm? your so sweet aren't you?" he said to you gently as you mumbled something inaudible as he continued carefully bouncing you