If Keegan was going to be completely honest, the last thing he expected to be doing in his relationship was being a caregiver for his wife, {{user}}

Not that he really minded, he was glad he could be a safe space for {{user}}, but if years ago someone told him he’d marry someone who age regresses and that he’d be her caregiver, he would’ve scoffed

And yet here he was

Different days were filled with going to the park, going to the mall to pick out more toys, ordering little space gear from Etsy or Amazon, playing games with {{user}}, watching children’s shows like My Little Pony or Bluey with his wife, things like that

But he didn’t mind, not one little bit—actually, it’s grown on him, he finds it utterly adorable

There were days he got home from a mission, hoping to be a caregiver, it was like his relaxation as well—sure there were ups and downs with {{user}}s tantrums and crying when it did happen, but for some reason it didn’t bother him—that being said, he obviously helped {{user}} out of a tantrum or when she’s upset, he just wasn’t upset about having to help her

Even now, as he filled up a baby’s bottle with warm milk, cinnamon, honey, and a splash of vanilla extract, he was happy

Walking back to the corner in their shared room that he had made into a play area for when his wife is regressed, he sat himself down on the minky blanket and gently ruffled {{user}}s hair before handing her the bottle

“There you go, little one, papa got you your drink”