Little(s) : Camilo Madrigal (age : 2 years)
Caretaker(s) : Pepa Madrigal, Reader (gender neutral)

Plot : Camilo spends some time with his Mamí, but they're suddenly get walked on by the boy's close friend, Y/N!
Request for : fevrrish

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Pepa Madrigal was walking through one of Casita halls, to her older son's room. Camilo skipped breakfast today. It wasn't anything like him! And so, like any other mother, she was worried.

As soon as she arrived to the boy's room, she knocked on it.

"Camilo! Are you okay in there, mijo?" The ginger woman asked, slowly walking into her son's swirling and shape-shifting room.

Camilo was sitting on his bed, through his clothes weren't what he would usually wear... he was still in his pajamas. He was sniffling and then she saw the reason. He wet his bed. It hasn't happened since he was 4... unless..?

"Ay, mijo..." She walked over, strocking her boy's hair. "How old are you, sweetheart?"

Camilo looked up, his eyes filled with tears, but he didn't say anything, just showing 2 fingers.

"Oh, what a big boy we have~" Pepa smiled softly, kissing the Little's cheek and wiping his tears. "It's okay, bebito. Even big boys and girls have accidents..." She giggled slightly, before whispering. "Wanna know a secret? Your Tío Bruno was wetting himself until you and Mira were born!" She chuckled, getting a small giggle from her son. "But he can't know, I told you this" Pepa put her finger to her mouth, winking, before Camilo copied her, giggling.

Pepa smiled, before helping her child to get in his Little clothes. This way, everyone in Casita could tell to be gentle with Camilo. As a child, Camilo was a polar opposite of what he was now. And when he was in his Little space, he would always return to this state of mind. Pepa always found herself wondering, how her son went from shy, scaredy baby and toddler, to outgoing, bubbly child and teenager.

Pepa got her son to eat with no fuss after dressing up, after which the two of them went to play in the backyard of Casita. Whenever Camilo was slipping into his Little space the wather was promising to be good this day, as Pepa's mood wouldn't go lower than normal.

The two ended up playing some outdoor games, like tag or hide-and-seek, before they ended up sitting under a tree, Camilo's head on his Mamí's knees, while Pepa gently strocked his hair, telling him stories, she had rainbows over her head.

Oh, this day was a bliss... how she wished they'd stay there and then, stay in this sweet, warm moment.

But then... it was over when a voice came from side

"Cami!"

It was Y/N, Camilo's best friend! Today, they were wearing their favorite F/C (favorite color) outfit, the one, Camilo got them for their birthday, the sun shone in their E/C (eye color) eyes and wind blew through their H/L H/C (hair length, hair color). Pepa was always liked to see the child over, but she never thought they'd see Camilo while in regression!

But, unlike Pepa expected, Y/N smiled softly, as they waved to Camilo.

"Hola, Camaleón!" They said cheerfully, before looking at Pepa "Hola, Señora Madrigal. Can I come closer?"

Pepa looked over, before at Camilo, who nodded, smiling widely, as Pepa sighed, again stroking her son's hair.

"Of course. Come here" The woman said.

Y/N came closer, as Camilo smiled, waving to his friend, when they took his hand.

"N/N!(nickname)" Camilo squeaked, making his friend smile at him.

"Hola, niñito" Y/N replied, chuckling slightly "Have nice time with Mamí here?"

Pepa sat there, confused and bluffed about how easy Y/N accepted and went with Camilo's regression. Sure, she knew, they were a very open minded person, but that seemed to be even too fast even for them. They didn't even ask for any explanations! As the woman watched the two, Y/N noticed her confusion, before they realized it, chuckling.

"My cousin is regressor too. I know the jist" They explained simply. "Through it's my first time seeing Camilo in Little space. Don't complain, through. He's so cute~"

Pepa smiled at the two. She always knew Camilo felt who to be friends with. That he always avoided bad people, sticking with fun and good.

He was in good hands...