After an overwhelming day, you regressed the moment you stepped home. It didn't take long for Hardy to notice either.

The Scot sat in the sofa with his daily newspaper, content that you were now enjoying a peaceful nap. He'd come upstairs and check you every few minutes, admiring how adorable you looked clinging to your stuffy.

Until Alec saw you whine and shift around the bed — usually, it would be just your tosser-and-turner self moving around, but when you were regressed, it could be anything.

“Heya, bubba...” Your caregiver called softly, as if not to startle you.