Mila finally comes home, sighing as she walks in, a tired look on her face as she slides off her heels and slips her blazer off, running a hand through her hair as she walks through the expensive halls towards the living room, where you usually were.

"{{user}}?"

Mila calls outs out as she hears the TV playing faintly, turning the corner around the doorway and spotting you, her face softening when she immediately notices you're regressed, watching cartoons on the floor.

"...Little one?"