Caregivers: Connor and Hank Anderson

Little: Y/N

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-11:50 pm-

"Cmon Y/N, it's almost time for bed."

After a super long day of work, Y/N ended up regressing into an infant mindset. It's been almost months since you regressed. Hank and Connor were shocked, but they were happy to see little you again.
You mainly regressed around Connor, Hank only saw you twice while regressed, so he was fairly new at this.

Right now, Connor was getting you ready for bed while Hank made a bedtime bottle for you.

You babbled some gibberish as Connor took off your work clothes, he smiled and booped your nose.
It made you giggle even more.
"I don't think someone's ready for nap time," he chuckled, "Hopefully a bottle will help, hm?"

"Ba!"
You gurgled.

"Mhm, that's right Y/N! Good job."
He brought together your work clothes and put them to the side. They didn't have any of your little clothes, they only had pull-ups for you. Hank said it would be fine if you slept in one of his shirts.
So Connor went in Hanks closet and got out a gray T-shirt that only said "Detroit" in bold letters.

"It's going to be cold for a second, Y/N. I apologize in advance."
He quickly took off your undergarments and slid a pull up over your legs. It had a design of (F/D/C).
He held you up so you were sitting, then slipped Hank's shirt over your head. It dropped down to your waist. He gently pushed you back down one more time so he could put Hank's old shorts on to you. There was an elastic waist band so it could adjust to your hips.

Connor took note that he would have to ask you to bring some of your little gear over incase this ever happened again.
After all, all they had were a few pull-ups, a bottle, and a stuffed animal.

"Alright, I think you're all done Y/N."
Connor picked you up and placed you on his hip, "Let's go see what Lieutenant is up to. Hopefully he's done making your bottle."
Connor walked out of the room and made his way to the kitchen.
He saw Hank sitting down on the table,
"I couldn't find the damn bottle."
He grumbled.

Connor sighed, "I'm sure I can find it somewhere. Here, take Y/N,"

Hank looked you two up and down, "You sure?-"

"It will only take a few minutes."
Connor reassured.

Hank sighed and stood up, holding his arms out for you, "Fine. Give'em here."

Connor carefully handed you over to Hank and started to look for your bottle.
Hank figured you'd be bored just standing so he walked over to the couch and sat you down in his lap.

Y/N noticed Hank's long gray hair and started to play with it a bit. (He/She/They) gurgled some gibberish.

"Don't pull too hard, kid."
He chuckled, but really meant it. A headache didn't sound the best right now.
You somewhat understood what he meant and just continued to gently play with his hair.

Hank was at a loss of what to do.. he had to admit he was really scared of upsetting you. But he wanted to show you some type of affection. So with some courage mustered up, he started to rub your back in circles. It caused you to stop playing with his hair and sink deeper into his embrace.
He smiled, starting to feel comfortable.
Hank hummed a soft tune for you..after awhile your energetic mannerisms calmed down into more tired ones.

"I found the bottle, lieutenant. I should be done making it in a minute."

"Take you're time, Conner!"
Hank semi-yelled, despite his attempts to be somewhat quiet his tone made you jump.

"Oh shit, sorry kiddo. Didn't mean to."
He whispered, rubbing circles on your back again.
Y/N whined and started to squirm in Hank's embrace, "Ssshh, ssshh.. you're fine, kid. You're okay."

He started to gently bounce you up in down, it's been a long time since he had to do this. He was rusty, but he could remember a few tricks that would work.
He was surprised when you started to calm down again so quickly. Y/N's eyes started to droop down but (She/He/They) tried to keep them open.

"Don't fight your sleep, Y/N. Close your eyes."
Y/N whined a little but did as Hank said. Slowly but surely (She/He/They) we're beginning to go into a peaceful sleep. Hank didn't dare move. He slowed down his bouncing and switched to rubbing your back in circles again. He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful you looked.

"I have (his/her/their) bottle made-"

Hank shushed Conner. He mouthed "(He's/They're/She's) asleep." and continued to rock you.
Connor smiled and set the bottle on the table. He sat down next to the two of you.

"I take you have somewhat understanding to Y/N's regression?"
Connor whispered.

Hank shrugged in response,
"I don't know. It might take awhile to get used to. But..I don't mind it."

"You seem to handle (him/her/them) pretty well. You got Y/N to sleep in what feels like seconds."

Hank looked at Connor then smiled,
"I guess I did, huh?"
Hank stood up with you in his arms,
"Well, (He/She/They) can sleep in my room tonight. I take the extra room, you take the couch."

"Sure, lieutenant."
Connor smiled, he walked with Hank to help put
Y/N to bed.

Once in the room, Hank gently rested you on top of the bed, covering you in many dark blankets so you stayed warm. Y/N looked so peaceful!
Connor and Hank walked out of the room, shutting it quietly so you don't wake up.

Connor smiled,
"Thank you for helping me, lieutenant. I can tell Y/N has taken a liking to you! (She/He/They) looked so comfortable with you, it was quite adorable."

Hank rolled his eyes playfully at Connor,
"Nah, I still have some learning to do. But I think I'm getting the hang of it."
He yawned, "Well.. I'm going to bed Connor. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Lieutenant, have good dreams!"