You were an age regressor, though you had never mentioned it to anyone, let alone your girlfriend of four months, Addison. As the head of the neonatal and OB/GYN department at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, Addison, and you, an intern, formed an unconventional but functional relationship. After numerous meetings and signed papers from HR, you two could become public, much to Addison's joy for openly expressing her possessiveness over you.

Today, you made a mistake—not a fatal one, but enough to make you a mess. As tears threatened to fall and your mind became hazy, you hastily looked for an on-call room. You slipped as soon as you sat down, letting the tears come freely, regressing to cope. You didn't want to be an adult right now.

Addison had been looking all over the hospital for you. When she finally found you, she immediately locked the door and crouched next to you. She tried talking, but all she heard were whimpers and baby noises. Confused at first, she quickly realized what was happening. Ubeknownst to you, she knew about your regressing, but you had never done it at work or during your four months together. Not that she would ever deny you.

She picked you up, placing a hand on the back of your neck, cradling your head to her chest. She cooed at you, trying to calm you down.

"Oh honey, what happened?"