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Little Phil, CG Kristin
Age range: 2-3
Premise: Phil was tired and decided to take a nap while Kristin streamed. During the stream, Phil ends up waking up from a nightmare, throwing him into his headspace. Kristin hears Phil calling for her and she quickly pauses the stream to comfort him.

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Today was Tuesday, and Phil was absolutely exhausted. He had streamed way too late the night before, and struggled to go to sleep. He felt bad for not streaming on Friday and so decided to make Monday’s stream extra long. However, obviously 8 hours was quite a long time to stream. Since Phil hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, he decided to have a nap during the afternoon.
Kristin had planned to stream today, but seeing the way Phil was, she was quite insistent to plan one for another day. She didn’t have much of a schedule, unlike Phil, so if she missed one, she wouldn’t be under as much pressure.
Even though Phil desperately wanted Kristin to take care of him today, he didn’t want to ruin her plans. So he told her to stream anyways, and that he’ll probably end up sleeping throughout her entire stream anyways. Reluctantly, Kristin complied.

Kristin started up her computer and started streaming. She turned the volume of her computer down so the starting music wasn’t too loud, and before she knew it, the stream had started.
“Hi Chat! Are you able to hear me?” The amount of times Kristin’s mic had failed and she had to get Phil to help her was insane. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to wake him up. Luckily, Chat responded quickly with many “Yep!”s and Nodders emotes
“Okay that’s good. Hi Chat! Thank you to all of you resubscribing! I thought that for today, we could play some minecraft! We haven’t done that in a while.”

She looked at chat:
*WOOO MINECRAFT*
*HI MUMZA*
*PeepoHappy MUMZAAA*
*catKISS*

“Just a warning though, Chat. Phil’s having a nap right now. He’s pretty tired from his long stream last night so I don’t want to wake him up, although that would be pretty funny.”

*OKAY*
*haha oldza having a nap*
*is tech guy okay?*

“He’s fine, Chat. Again, he's just a bit tired. Anyways, let's get going and play some Minecraft!”

Phil suddenly awoke about an hour later. He’d had a really scary dream and as he looked around his dark living room, he could feel himself slipping further and further into his headspace. He knew he should stop it, and he could if he wanted to, but he didn't. He just wanted to give in and have cuddles with his mama. As he kept thinking about the dream, he slowly started to sniffle. That sniffle turned into a cry, and then that cry turned into a wail.

While Kristin was getting resources for her Minecraft world, she could hear someone wailing. They didn’t live near any family houses, so her mind immediately went to Phil.
“Hold on, chat! I think something’s running in the kitchen downstairs. Let me just sort it out quick!” She told Chat, hoping they’d believe the white lie.

She left the room and quickly went downstairs into the living room. As she entered, she saw Phil crying in the dark, calling out for her. She instantly rushed over to him to find out what’s wrong.
“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Kristin asked, while rubbing his shoulder.
Phil hiccuped through his tears, “Mama, scary.”
“What’s scary baby?”
Phil started to sob even louder, and wrapped his arms around her while burying his head into her neck. If Phil was bigger, he’d feel bad about getting Kristin’s clothes soaked, but right now, all he wanted was comfort, “Bad dream! Bad dream!” He choked out.
Kristin looked down at Phil, and hugged him close, “Oh that’s not good, is it? Do you want to tell me about it?”
Phil shook his head vigorously, all while still crying.
Kristin wasn’t too sure what to do. Sure, Phil had been upset in his headspace before, but right now he was practically inconsolable. It made it even harder that Phil wouldn’t tell her, but she wouldn't pry him for answers. She’d always envied the way Wilbur could pick Phil up with ease. He always seemed comforted being held, but since she wasn’t strong enough, she’d end up dropping him, and that’d just make it worse.
She peered over into the corner and was reminded of the rocking chair. Someone had given Phil it as a “haha you’re old” joke, but it had actually came in clutch multiple times when Phil would be crying over a broken toy or his stuffed bunny being in the wash.
“Come on, honey. Let’s sit in the rocking chair.” She told Phil as she held his hand and guided him from the couch to the rocking chair. She had no clue how old Phil felt at the moment, and she wasn’t taking any chances if he’s too small to walk without support.
Once Kristin had sat down, Phil, without hesitation, climbed onto her lap and wrapped his arms around her neck, while still burying his head in her shoulder.
As she rocked him in the chair, he slowly started to calm down, and soon he was just sniffling again.
“See? It’s okay. No one will hurt you. I’m here. I’ll protect you.” She whispered in Phil’s ear soothingly.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head up and looked at Kristin with red, puffy eyes.
“Baby, would you be able to tell me how old you feel?” Kristin asked the little.
He put up 3 fingers, then lowered them slightly so he could chew on them. Kristin softly took them out of his mouth, much to Phil’s annoyance.
“You shouldn’t chew on them, birdie! Those are yucky! Where’s your teether? Are you able to get it or should I?”
“I get it!” Phil smiled and waddled off with sudden enthusiasm. He came back in the room with a blue teether bracelet in his mouth, and climbed back onto Kristin.
“Good boy! Are you okay now? Do you need anything?”
Phil thought for a moment, “Mmm…wan’ sippy”
“You want your sippy? Alright.” She replied, “Why don’t you sit on the couch while I make you a sippy? Do you want apple juice or orange juice?”
“Apple! Apple P’ease”
“Alright. I’ll make it now.”

Kristin walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plain green sippy cup off the shelf. They had decided to hide it in the cupboard, as Phil wasn’t comfortable with loads of relatives knowing yet. Only Kristin and a few of Phil’s friends were aware. Kristin quickly filled the sippy cup with apple juice, as she didn’t want to keep Phil waiting too long and was also aware of her stream still being live. Chat were probably starting to get worried.

Kristin came back into the living room and Phil glanced up at her and smiled. He made grabby hands towards the cup, as Kristin sat down and passed it to him.
“Love, don’t drink too fast. You’ll get an icky tummy!” She warned Phil. After that, he quickly slowed down.
After drinking his juice, a yawn escaped his mouth.
“Aww. Is someone still sleepy?”
Phil looked up at her with droopy eyes and nodded.
“How about you go back to sleep? I’m just upstairs. If you need me, I’ll come right down.”
Phil mumbled something quietly.
“What was that, honey?”
“‘ead story?”
Kristin’s heart warmed, and she smiled, “Of course I can read you a story! What story do you want me to read?”
Phil looked over at the bookshelf and pointed, “Wan’ pigs. ‘Ree pigs.”
“Okay, baby.” Kristin grabbed the Three Little Pigs book from the bookshelf, sat down next to Phil, tucked him in and started to read.

About five pages into the book, Phil was fast asleep, little whistles coming from his nose. Kristin quietly went back upstairs and into the stream room. She saw chat playing guessing games while she was gone. At least they kept themselves occupied.

“Hey Chat! Sorry I was gone for a while. Our sink kept running and wouldn’t turn off. Phil had to wake up and fix it, but it’s okay now! Let’s get back to playing Minecraft, shall we?”

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Techno never really thought he was that good with kids. Sure, he knew how to do certain things like put them to bed or feed them, but when they start crying or shouting, he’s useless. He always tries his best, of course, but he’s never really gotten the hang of it.

This is also the case when it comes to littles.

Techno had been Phil’s caregiver for a while now. Ever since the blonde brought up his coping mechanism to him in the Antarctic Empire, Techno had been more than willing to help out. Did he know much about age regression? Absolutely not. But he was willing to try.
And with all the trials and errors of caring for Phil, he started to get the hang of it. But Phil was quite easy to deal with. Phil never really regressed under the age of 3, so he rarely had to deal with major tantrums. Phil was also super verbal, so he could always communicate the problem to him when small.

Once Techno had came to the Dream SMP, he had met Ranboo, and had actually gotten along really well with them. One day, Ranboo trusted him enough to tell him that he also regresses. Techno was down to take care of Ranboo when they regress also, but it turns out, they regress way younger than Phil. They barely spoke, which was fine, but when it came to finding out what was wrong, it made it much more difficult.

Techno was going to have to get used to this.

Raindrops started to flow from the sky onto the little winter cottage, and painted the sky a dark grey. “Wow, it’s really pouring it down out there,” Techno thought, as he stared out the kitchen window. He was making Ranboo some milk in their purple bottle, while also refilling Phil’s green sippy cup with hot chocolate (well…warm chocolate. It can’t be too warm or it’ll burn him). Phil was playing with Ranboo, building some block towers in the living room. Phil adored being Ranboo’s big brother, in fact if Ranboo’s ever regressed when Phil’s in his adult headspace, it immediately sends him crashing down into his regression. Techno thought it was quite sweet, and was also super relieved. Imagine the chaos if they didn’t get along. He wouldn't be able to handle that.

Techno walked back into the living room to see them still playing. Ranboo dressed in a black and white cow onesie, while Phil wore dark blue owl pyjamas. He went over to the two, gave Phil his sippy cup to drink, and picked Ranboo up onto his lap so he could help them drink their bottle. They were startled at first, especially when Techno took out their purple pacifier, but when it was replaced by their bottle, they calmed back down and relaxed into the motions.
Techno looked at Phil, who was happily drinking away while staring at the window.
“Is raining”
“Yeah, it’s coming down pretty hard,” Techno replied.
“Do you fink there will be funder?” Phil turned around to face Techno and Ranboo, eyes widening with excitement.
Techno looked back up to the sky, to see it growing darker and darker, “Most likely. That’ll be exciting. We haven’t had one of those in a while.”
Phil grinned and stared back out the window, “I like storms.”
“I know you do, bud.”

Techno looked down at Ranboo to see they had finished their bottle. He took the bottle out of their mouth and put it to one side, so he could replace it again with their pacifier. Ranboo looked up at him in awe and started to tug on Techno’s tusks while giggling.
“Ow, look, boo, you can’t just tug on them. They’re not climbing frames,” Techno winced as he moved their hands away from his tusks, which seemed to confuse and upset Ranboo. Phil saw this and immediately had an idea.
“I’ll get my blankie!” He replied, already making his way to the stairs.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Techno quickly placed Ranboo on the ground and ran after Phil, “Remember the rules. You can’t go up the stairs when small-”
“‘Cause I’ll trip and fall…”
Techno lifted one eyebrow.
“But Boo needs something to feel!”
“Then I will get it. You wait here and occupy your brother.”
Phil nodded, then went back into the living room. Techno then made his way upstairs to look for the blanket.

The second Techno entered the little’s nursery (which he had built when making this house for the first time), he spotted Phil’s blanket on his bed. Phil adored that blanket. He could never sleep without it. However, he didn’t need it all the time, as when he’s with Ranboo, he’s more focused on playing with them than cuddling it. The blanket was a mint green colour with little crows designed onto it. Niki had made it once Phil had agreed for her to know about his headspace, and Phil has cuddled with it ever since.
Techno had just grabbed the blanket when he heard hysterical cries from downstairs, and the sound of a sword being drawn.

Techno immediately thought of the worst, and ran straight down the stairs. He rushed into the living room to see Ranboo sobbing and Phil standing next to an open window, with Techno’s sword drawn.
“Woah, woah, woah, okay, no,” Techno rambled while removing the sword from Phil’s hands, “No weapons when small. You could’ve hurt yourself, or Boo.”
Phil suddenly looked scared and looked down at the floor, “Sorry, tech. The thunder scared Boo so I thought if I threaten it, it will go away.”
Techno turned around to see Ranboo still crying, and picked them up and carried them on his hip, “Aww, Boo, did the thunder scare you? Come on, I have some headphones around here somewhere. We’ll put them on you, don’t worry.”
Techno then started to look around the living room to find the headphones, with Phil’s help, of course.
“Look! They’re up there!” Phil exclaimed.
Techno reminded him to keep his voice down, thanked him after and then put the headphones on Ranboo.

That seemed to calm them down for a bit, until they suddenly started crying again.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you still upset?” Techno asked, confused.
Phil noticed Ranboo pulling at the headphones and it clicked, “Boo doesn’t like the preshure…”
Techno looked back at Boo to see them doing the same pulling motion, “Oh, sorry Boo. I forgot about the pressure thing,” He said as he removed the headphones from their head, which seemed to calm them down a tad, although they were still crying.
Techno pondered on what to do, before it hit him.
He set Ranboo down on the ground and started to run back upstairs.
“Phil, put your hands over their ears. I’ve got an idea.”
Phil did as he was told and covered Boo’s ears, while reassuring them that it’s fine and that he’ll protect them.
Techno went into his room and spotted a pack of earplugs. He had bought them for when the crows would screech early in the morning, and he knew that these were very effective because of that.
Techno came back down and sat with the littles. Phil moved his hands back which allowed Techno to put the earplugs in Ranboo’s ears. The quieting of the noise soothed Ranboo back down, and once they were on Techno’s lap being bounced, they started to giggle.

Phil smiled at them, happy now that they were happy, until it was interrupted by a big yawn. Phil’s yawn also made Ranboo yawn, their pacifier almost falling out of their mouth.
“Well, it looks like you two are sleepy. Let’s get you down for a nap.”
“Nooo,” Phil protested, “I’m not sleepy.”
“Are you sure? You let out a really big yawn,” Techno questioned, amused at the little’s attempts to avoid naptime.
“Nooooo,” Phil replied, sleepily.

Techno carried them both upstairs and into the nursery. He laid Ranboo down first into their bed, which had railings on the side to prevent them from rolling out of the bed. They were already asleep, little snores coming out of their mouth. Now, it was Phil’s turn to be tucked into bed.
“Nooo! Can’t sleep!” Phil whined.
“Why can’t you sleep, bud?”
Phil looked over at Ranboo, sleeping in their crib, “Have ta make sure no one hurts Boo!”
Phil then buried his head into Techno’s shoulder and clung onto him, even as he was putting him into his bed.
“How about I watch Boo while you sleep? That way I can protect both of you.”
Phil debated it for a bit, before curling up into his bed, “Okay, only t’night.”
“Don’t worry, only for tonight.” Techno replied, while smiling.
And with that, Phil was out like a light. Both of the littles sleeping soundly in their beds. Techno looked at them and smiled. They both made him so happy, whether big or little. He did truly care for them, as his found family.

And hey, he was better at taking care of babies than he thought.

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Philza Minecraft loves space.

Now, this isn’t too shocking of a fact. Phil has shown off space stuff on stream, gotten excited over Twitter and even made a tiktok over his excitement for space.

But little Phil really loves space

When little, Phil would rant to all his friends about cool space facts he learnt that day, what space programs he watched, how he wants to be an astronaut when he’s older, and all his friends would smile, glad that Phil was comfortable enough to even regress around them, let alone not worrying so much about how much he talks about space.

Wilbur had invited Phil round his for a weekend. He knew Phil had no “early bird” streams planned and so thought it’d be nice to hang out. They weren’t going to do much. The most he had planned was to share a few new Lovejoy songs with him and see which ones he should put in the new EP. In reality, he just wanted to see Phil, even if it meant that all they did was play Minecraft in his living room or watch the newest Tom Simons vlog. Just a chilled out weekend.

The one thing Wilbur had secretly planned for, but not shared, was the potential situation of Phil regressing. Obviously, he would never force him to regress, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. He had bought him new stuffies, a dark blue pacifier with glow in the dark stars on it, a light blue sippy cup with a rocket ship printed on it, and some comfy plain purple pyjamas. He wanted to at least have some things here for if he regressed. Phil was so used to those particular items at home, so he wanted him to have it here too.

Now, the one thing Wilbur hadn’t planned for, was for Phil to end up spotting it in the cupboard while big, subtly get excited over the new bits Will had bought for him, and to start regressing out of excitement. He didn’t know if he should feel bad or not, but considering just how easy it was for him to slip, there’s the chance he had been holding that back for quite a while. In which case, he’s relieved he’s finally accepted it and allowed himself to drift back into a child-like mindset.

Which led up to Phil and Wilbur under a blanket fort, watching a space documentary (that was appropriate, of course. Can’t be swearing around the baby) while Wilbur drank a cup of coffee and Phil drank some juice out of his new sippy cup. He was wearing the new pyjamas while cuddling a stuffed owl, one of the stuffies that Will got earlier. His new pacifier on the table next to them, in case Phil needed it.

The documentary was just coming to an end, and Wilbur turned his head to see Phil still staring at the screen, his face full of wonder and awe at the stars on the screen. Will saw Phil’s smile and smiled with him. Once it had fully ended, Phil turned around to face Will.
“So cool!”
Will giggled and smiled, “You like that, little guy?”
“Yeah! I like the bit ‘bout the planets. Ooo! And the stars! And the flying rocks. They’re cool. I really like them.”
As Phil spiralled off, Wilbur looked out the window and saw how dark it was outside. It was summer time, so it being dark outside meant it was definitely pretty late. He had thought about getting Phil ready for bed, until he had an idea.
“Hey little bird, do you want to go on an adventure?”
Phil’s eyes lit up again, “Yesh! Yesh please, Wilby!”
Wilbur carefully picked Phil up and hoisted him onto his hip. He managed to also grab the pacifier and offer it to Phil, which he took happily.
Wilbur grabbed the keys, and with that, they went off into the outside.

Phil never really liked being outside when small. He was much more on an inside little, preferring to watch movies and cuddle rather than play in the mud or make snow angels in the winter. However, he knew there wasn’t typically loads of people out and about at night, so he wasn’t as afraid of anyone seeing them in public. Although saying that, he was still wary. If any fans saw him dressed the way he was, with a pacifier in his mouth and Wilbur carrying him like a toddler, they would definitely have some questions.

Despite this, Phil had started to doze off. It was way past his bedtime and along with the pacifier and the slight rocking sensation as Will walked, he was slowly being lulled to sleep. Luckily, they arrived at their destination way before he fully fell asleep.
“Come on bud. You need to stay awake to see this!” Wilbur whispered to Phil, receiving a whine in response. Phil did eventually open his eyes though, and what he saw made him very glad he did.

They were sitting down in a field. Quite a big one in fact, with no one around. The main thing that caught Phil’s eye was the sky. Due to there being no lights about, you could see the starry night very clearly. Loads of stars and constellations lit up the sky, along with the full moon that accompanied it. Phil could also see a glimpse of the outline of the Milky Way, something that only appears when the sky is fully clear. It was like something out of a movie, or more coincidentally, something out of the documentary they had just watched. Phil leaned back onto Wilbur and smiled. He smiled so wide that his pacifier nearly fell out of his mouth. “I definitely need to get him some sort of clip,” Wilbur thought as he watched.
“Pwetty…” Phil whispered.
“Yeah? It’s really cool, isn’t it?”
“Cool! Really cool!” Phil repeated. Wilbur had sensed he had regressed slightly younger. He assumed that was a good thing.
Suddenly, Phil leant up and excitedly pointed to the sky, “Orion! Orion!” He chanted.
“Hm?” Wilbur quickly looked in the direction of Phil’s finger, “Oh! The constellation!”
“Orion belt!”
“Good job, bud! What other constellations do you see?”
Phil looked around for a moment, then pointed again, “Big dipper!”
“Yeah! That’s the big dipper! Good job. You’re doing so well,” Wilbur praised as he stroked Phil’s hair. Phil giggled and preened under the affection.
“Bull!” Phil pointed again.
“Yeah! That’s Taurus! That’s the bull!”

This went on for a bit longer, until Will spotted a massive yawn from Phil.
“Is someone getting sleepy?”
Phil nodded and rested his head against Wil’s chest, hearing his heartbeat to soothe him.
“Alright then, let’s get you home and into bed,” Wil said as he hoisted Phil up onto his hip again and headed back to his place.

As they both arrived back at Wil’s, he looked over at Phil to see him fast asleep. “He must’ve fell asleep on the way back,” Wilbur thought. He smiled to himself, happy that his friend felt that content under his care. He made his way upstairs and into the guest room. Wilbur slotted Phil into the bed and tucked him in. He also gave him the owl stuffie from earlier, which Phil cuddled almost instantly, despite still being asleep.

Once Wilbur was content that Phil was happy and peaceful, he shut the door, and let his friend rest.

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“Kristin! Are you ready?”

Phil was waiting downstairs for his wife. They had planned to go out for lunch, however Kristin wanted to surprise Phil with the place. He was confused, but let her take the lead regardless. And now, he was waiting for her to finish getting ready. Phil had barely taken any time, which is mainly due to how excited he was. Probably a little bit too excited.

He didn’t feel like he needed to regress. He had only regressed yesterday, however he did wonder if his headspace was still partially there, or if he was just excited for the surprise.

“I am now! Just coming down.”

Phil saw Kristin close their bedroom door and head down the stairs. Phil thought she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had her usual black lipstick on, with a casual purple dress on. She was wearing black trainers with the dress, in order to match the casual vibe.

Phil was just wearing his Techno T-Shirt and some joggers with white trainers. He would normally wear his typical jeans, but due to believing his headspace was still lingering, he didn’t feel like that was a great idea. Phil glanced out the window and saw that the taxi had arrived. He turned around to Kristin,
“Are you all sorted?”
“Yep! Let’s go!”
And so they locked their front door, and hopped into the taxi to the secret destination Kristin had prepared.

Kristin looked up from her phone, noticing Phil tapping his fingers on the seat and his leg bouncing like crazy. She could tell he was anxious from miles away. In order to comfort her husband, she held his hand and lovingly stroked his palm. Phil glanced at her, to which she smiled in response, then glanced down at their hands.
“You alright, love?” He heard Kristin whisper to him.
“Mhm,” was all that Phil could mutter out.
Kristin could tell he was about to slip, and the anxiety of the taxi was just making that even more prominent. Luckily for him, they were practically there. So Kristin paid the driver and they got out of the car. Finally, Phil saw the surprise, and his eyes lit up with pure excitement.
“Cat cafe! Kristin! It’s a cat cafe!”
Phil realised there was no fighting his headspace after seeing the sign, so he casually let himself slip back down into his childish mindset.
“Yeah it is! Are you ready to go in?” Kristin giggled at his excitement.
He nodded happily, so Kristin went in first, with Phil being led in by her hand in his.

They had barely sat down to eat their lunch, as Phil insisted on taking Kristin with him to pet all the wonderful kitties. There were grey ones, ginger ones, black ones, white ones, fluffy ones, soft ones, playful ones, sleepy ones. All the different types of cats you could imagine. And Phil loved every single one of them. One of the cats in particular, a black and white one, took a liking to Phil and kept following him around, wishing to be petted. Phil liked the fact that it looked like it was wearing a tuxedo, and was more than happy to give it many cuddles.

When Kristin finally managed to get Phil to sit down and eat, she noticed a constant smile on his face, even while eating. Her little was happy, so she was happy.
“Are you enjoying your food, honey?” She asked as Phil tucked into a ham and cheese sandwich.
He nodded excitedly, swallowed his bite, then said, “Mama I love it here! I wish we could stay here forever!”
Kristin laughed, “I know you do, bud.”
“Mama?”
“Yes, honey?”
“We should get a kitty!” Phil’s eyes stared at Kristin pleadingly.
“Yeah?”
“It’d be so fun! We could get a white one, or a little tabby one, or a ginger fluffy one! We could name it Odie, or Rose, or Tuna…Ooh! Ooh! Or Binx! I like Binx. We could have loads of cuddles with it, feed it fish, let it drink lots of milk and get it a cute little collar! It’ll be so much fun Mama! Please, Mama!” Phil rambled, while Kristin nodded along, making sure he felt listened to.
“Hmm, I’ll have to talk to Big Phil about it first.”
“Awwh, but Big Phil always says no!” Phil huffed, while Kristin giggled.
“Well, maybe this time, he’ll say yes,” She reassured him.
“Hmm…maybe.”

Once they had finished their food, they waved goodbye to the staff and gave all the cats one last pet, then waited outside for the taxi. Kristin made sure to hold onto Phil’s hand, in case he spotted something and ran off without thinking.
“Mama?”
Kristin snapped out of her daze and drew her attention back to Phil, “Yes, sweetie?”
“I love you,” He replied, shyly.
Kristin cooed at the little, then squeezed him tightly into a hug, “Aww! I love you too!”
Phil blushed, then squirmed, “Mama! Embarrassing!”
Kristin giggled, “Sorry honey, you’re just too cute!”
Kristin booped his nose and Phil giggled in response. She loved her husband, whether he was in his adult headspace or his little one, and she loved making him happy, especially when cats were involved.