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It's been a few months of regressing regularly with Amanda. They're still at once every other week, but are actively discussing moving to the recommended once a week.
As she gets more and more comfortable, it doesn't seem so scary anymore. Every other week, Amanda comes over on Saturday morning, and Angela drops, with Amanda sleeping over that night.
Every time, it gets easier and easier for her to regress. She can finally feel the little part of her floating in the back of her mind. And while she can't call upon it as easily as her friends, she's proud that she's able to call upon it at all.
Amanda keeps telling her how proud she is, and it makes her glow every time. Praise from Amanda feels like sunshine, like it's the greatest thing in the world. She knows Amanda loves her, and she loves Amanda.
Which is why when Amanda asked her if she wanted to do something new, she agreed. She was still scared, but she trusted Amanda to know if she was ready.
Which leads to where she is today, sitting in Amanda's lap on her couch. She's wearing a new outfit Amanda bought her, a soft Bluey shirt with soft matching shorts. She has her microphone teether clipped to her shirt, and her three stuffed animals cradled in her lap.
She anxiously pets Spork as she waits for her friends to arrive.
She's played with Chanse with them both regressed a few times, but never at her apartment, and not since Amanda became her caregiver.
A while ago now, Tommy became Chanse's primary caregiver, and while Angela has been around little Chanse since then, she hasn't been around the little/big duo together other than at work.
On top of all that, Angela has never been regressed in front of Tommy before. So while she’s excited to get to play with her “big brother”, she's scared of all of the new elements and if they'll change anything.
Amanda rubs her back soothingly. “You're gonna have so much fun, baby.” Amanda assures her, brushing her hair back.
“What Tommy no like me?” She asks nervously
Amanda continues to run her hand through Angela's hair. “He will, promise.” She reassures as there's a knock on her door.
Angela immediately buries her face in Amanda's neck and she chuckles, standing up and walking to open the door with Angela in her arms.
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“Hi guys.” Says Amanda excitedly as she opens the door.
Chanse beams at her, bouncing on his toes in excitement.
“Hi Manda!” He chirps excitedly, running in when Amanda moves out of his way.
The adults both laugh, and follow him into the living room to find him sitting on the floor, petting Spork gently.
Chanse looks up at Angela sitting with her face still hidden in Amanda's neck. “Is Angie ok?” He asks worriedly, standing up and moving closer to her.
Angela peeks over at him and he grins again. “Angie!” He cheers and she giggles.
“Chansey.” She murmurs happily, reaching towards him.
Chanse looks between Angela, Amanda, and Tommy. “Can I hold my baby?” He asks curiously
Amanda expects Angela to reject being called a baby, but she doesn't, she just nods, and continues to reach for Chanse.
Amanda looks over to Tommy who just shrugs. “Your baby, your rules.” He jokes and Angela looks over at him for the first time.
“Not baby” she grumbles and Tommy laughs.
“So he can, but I can't?” He jokes again, and Angela nods.
Tommy shrugs, “Got it, is Angie ok?” He asks seriously and Angela nods again, smiling at him.
“Hi Tommy.” She mumbles with a small wave and Tommy waves back.
“Hi Angie.” He coos, “Nice to meet you.” Angela blushes and looks up at Amanda, continuing to reach for Chanse.
“Chansey? Please,” she whines and Amanda looks at the little boy.
“No running, ok?” She clarifies, and Chanse quickly nods, reaching for Angela.
“No running, gotta keep Angie safe.” He confirms, and Amanda carefully hands Angela over to Chanse.
As opposed to Amanda, who as a caregiver is very strong, Chanse cannot hold Angela on his hip.
He holds both his hands under her butt as she wraps her arms around his neck. They grin at each other.
“Hi bubba.” She whispers loudly, and the two adults look at each other, surprised by the nickname.
Chanse kisses her nose. “Hi sissy.” He responds happily and the two caregivers coo audibly, pulling the little's attention to them.
“When did that happen?” Amanda asks curiously as Chanse sits on the couch, with Angela in his lap.
He looks at her confused. “When did what happen?” He asks as the two adults also sit on the couch.
Tommy smiles at him, petting Spork. “I think she means the brother and sister thing.” He explains and Amanda nods
“Oooh” Chanse stretches out, and Angela copies the sound. “When you watched us for my birthday.” He answers, playing with Angela's hair and she plays with his.
Amanda looks between the two in surprise. “That was over a year ago!” She says incredulously, turning to Tommy. “Did you know?” She questions and he shakes his head.
Chanse shrugs, and Angela wiggles out of his lap to grab her stuffed animals from where they'd fallen on the floor. “You no ask.” She explains to Amanda like it's obvious. And Amanda just laughs.
“I guess I didn't.” She replies.
Angela crawls back over to Chanse and holds her turtle out to him. He grabs it with a smile, turning to Tommy. “I got her this as a present.” He says proudly and Tommy smiles at him.
“That was a sweet gift bud.” Tommy praises and Chanse beams at the praise.
“What's their name?” Chanse asks her curiously.
“Gelato” she pronounces carefully before handing her cat to Amanda and pointing to the three in order. “Cannoli” the dog, “Biscotti” the cat, “Gelato” the turtle.
“I love gelato.” Chanse replies happily
“She named him after your favorite Italian dessert, same for me and Biscotti.” Explains Amanda.
Chanse grins, before looking down at Angela. “Your house, what do you wanna do, Angie?”