This oneshot will include age-regression (meaning all "baby" and "little one" and "daddy" names are platonic)

Little: Tommy

Caregiver: Ranboo & Tubbo

TW: Mentions of storms/lightning, crying

Tommy sat in his room, coloring. He wasn't feeling too much like a little today, but coloring or playing made him feel like one. 

Suddenly, he heard a boom from outside. he covered his ears and whimpered, crawling under his covers. "Papa!" he called from his room. Ranboo came in, looking worried. Another clap of thunder boomed. Tommy whimpered. "Baby, what's wrong?" he sat in the bed next to him. Tommy crawled into his lap, whimpering. "How old are you, buddy?" Tommy stayed quiet before holding up two fingers. "Ah, quite little, okay." Rain began to pour. Tubbo walked in with a sippycup and a tiger stuffie. Tommy saw it and his face lit up. "Daddy!" Tubbo smiled. "Do you want your stuffie, buddy?" Tommy nodded and giggled. He hugged it tightly as he sipped his jiuce. "How old is he?" Tubbo whispered. "Two," Ranboo replied quietly. "Oh, he's really little," Tubbo smiled as Tommy cuddled up against Ranboo. Ranboo stroked his hair. A booming clap of thunder, followed by a strike of lightning made Tommy scream in fear, falling off the bed. "Tommy!" Tubbo gasped. Tommy cried, a bruise on his knee. "Daddy, hurts,," he whined as Tubbo held him close while Ranboo grabbed a bandaid. "I know, Papa's gonna fix it." Ranboo carefully placed it on his knee and kissed it softly. Tommy yawned and fell alseep in Tubbo's lap.

When Tommy woke up, Ranboo and Tubbo were on the floor. "What the hell,,?" he muttered, noticing a printed bandaid on his knee. Oh,, I went little again, he sighed, covering the sleeping ones with a blanket.

fluff uwu

please forgive me if anything was wrong, this is my first time writing a story with age regression

~310 words