You’re regressed and slightly unwell, being the clingy person you are you’re sitting against your daddy’s chest, cheek pressed up against his stomach and legs wrapped around his waist. He gently rubbed your back and hushed you, trying his best to soothe you and keep you calm. However his back was beginning to ache from sitting down too long but everyone he tried to move you’d whine and pout. After a few minutes he moved the hair from your face, getting your attention. “Baby, I know you’re little right now and not feeling well but daddy has to get up and start making dinner.” He says, keeping his voice gentle and soothing