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Billie Joe had been going in headspace since he was only 10 years old.
What had started as a coping mechanism to help live with his father’s sudden and premature loss, had become Billie’s second life.
The singer used to be deeply ashamed about his Little side, but had long since accepted it: it helped him self regulate his emotions, made him feel safe and calm and brought a great deal of comfort even when he was in his normal headspace.
Everyone in the close circle of people knowing him, including the band’s bodyguards and photographers knew about it and also knew the new twist his lifestyle had brought.
As he grew older, Billie had embraced his little headspace, but had also realised that using the things he used when Little also helped deal with stress and exhaustion even when he was in his adult headspace but was too tired to deal with everything life threw his way.
The man wasn’t embarrassed anymore about sucking on his thumb, wearing diapers, using his pacifier or getting held by his main caretakers even when not mentally feeling like a baby. He even didn’t mind being seen suckling at his wife’s plump breast, all curled up and relaxed, feeling her gentle hand stroke his thick, dyed blond hair.
“You’re feeling better, sweetheart?”
His green eyes opened slowly, still sleepy; the band had played another long, stressful concert and the singer had sleepily climbed on his wife’s lap. Adie had bared her breast so he could latch on and suckle a bit to relax and sleepiness was taking over him, even though he didn’t think he was going to regress soon.
He snuggled closer, feeling his glasses slightly go askew as he squished his chubby cheek against his wife’s body, mouth still pulling mouthfuls of milk, sighing happily through his nose as he felt her rub his back.
He indeed felt better safe and protected in Adrienne’s arms.