Age regressor! Roman
Caregiver! Logan

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Roman sat on the ground of the living room, arms crossed in defiance. A paper crown hung loosely on top of his head, the sides taped with a cheap, dollar store glitter tape that Roman just had to have. Logan allowed it, it only being a dollar after all. Along with the paper crown, he wore Mickey Mouse-themed pajamas—as today is a pajama day due to the two having work off—and underneath a slightly damp diaper that hung around his waist.

Logan stood in front of him, arms also crossed, but not in defiance, instead, he held a stern glare, a frown on his lips. He wore a simple grey t-shirt with black sweatpants as he decided to wear informal clothing on their lazy day.

"Roman, it's nap time." He repeats simply to the stubborn little, not at all pleased by his defiance.

"Nooo! I'm in the middle of important business!" He hissed, stuffed animals surrounding him as he was in the middle of saving the princess when Logan walked in and announced that it's nap time. Roman hates two things when he regresses. Being interrupted while playing and nap time.

Logan narrowed his eyes as Roman hissed at him, his patience wearing thin.

"Three."

Roman's eyes widened, and his teeth sunk into the inside of his cheek before huffing.

"I wanna play!"

"Two."

Roman whined, hitting his fist against the ground.

"Nooo! S'op countin!"

"One."

As Logan reached the last number, Roman hopped up and instead of apologizing and agreeing to take a nap as Logan expected, he ran.

With an annoyed groan, Logan watched as Roman ran out of the living room and up the stairs. Logan followed of course, though he was speed walking rather than running as he didn't want to feed into Roman's games.

Roman ended up in his daddy's room, hiding under the bed, his crown having had fallen off on the way up. He was in sooo much trouble.

Logan scowled, to say he was aggravated would be an understatement. He and Roman always discuss nap time as Roman always complains. However, usually, when he begins counting, he gives in.

Not today he didn't

Logan wasn't stupid, and he is a perfectionist. So when saw his door cracked open, he immediately pushed the door open and bent down, pulling up the covers, causing Roman to squeak, scooting away from his caregiver.

"Roman, " Logan growls out firmly, glaring at his little one who whimpered in return. "Out. Now."

The man winced but complied, his head hanging in shame as he finally stood in front of Logan again, rubbing at his arm.

Logan rubbed at his temples before inhaling rather loudly. Grabbing Roman's hand, he tugged him to his bedroom—the room filled with Disney posters, an adult fitted race car bed, and many dolls, barbies, and whatnot laying on the floor.

"Roman, what did Daddy tell you to do?" He asks him, his tone firm, yet it had softened some, as while irritated, he didn't want to scare the little. Children don't respond well to anger, they need patience, and while fully grown, Roman at the moment is mentally a child and deserves the same patience a physical child needs.

Roman shifted, allowing Logan to lift him onto his changing table as he spoke. His cheeks lit up in a light pink blush but it wasn't as dark as it used to be when Roman first regressed. He noticed the shift in his tone and relaxed slightly, but continued to wiggle nervously.

"That it's nap time...and I hafta clean up my toys." He murmured, rubbing at his eyes. He is indeed tired, and he knows he needs a nap. But that doesn't mean he wants a nap. He wants to continue playing.

"And what did you do?" Logan badgers, changing Roman out of his wet diaper, he often has accidents during playtime, as he is often tugged into the game, unable to leave under his own free will. Due to prior practice, Logan didn't take long to wipe his cranky prince down and tape another diaper on.

Whimpering at the badgering, Roman squirms and swallowed anxiously. "Ran away...and was bein naughty..." Roman mumbled out shamefully, staring at the ground as he was sat up. He sniffled, and Logan sighed.

"That's right, and now for your punishment. I believe fifteen minutes in the corner will suffice," Logan insists. "Either that or no dessert tonight after dinner."

At the options, Roman deflated.

"Daddy no!" He complains loudly, wiggling in his hold.

Logan merely shook his head. "Those are the options. If you don't pick, I will, and you may not like the results of said choice."

Roman huffs, he wouldn't like it either way!

"But daddy I wan dessert!" He whines, head butting his shoulder as he was once again lifted. Logan rubbed his back and hummed.

"Yes, what a big decision you have to make," Logan murmurs sympathetically. "But those are your options, and they both include cleaning up as I mentioned earlier. In this house, we clean up after ourselves unless we are unable, correct?"

Roman merely grumbles out a soft "Corner," In response. As much as he absolutely hated sitting still, he wanted his sugary treat after dinner, especially since they have leftover cupcakes from a birthday party they had thrown for their delightful emo friend. And they're red velvet! How could he say no to red velvet cupcakes?!

"Sorry Roman, you'll have to repeat that," Logan insists, the grumble came out far too soft for his ears, but Roman suspected he was teasing him.

"Corner!" He puffs angrily and Logan frowns.

"That is no way to speak to me Roman," Logan calmly scorns. "I'll give you one more chance before I decide both options are in order."

Roman sagged, his bottom lip quivering as his crankiness washed over him like a tidal wave. Being sleepy and scolded at once was not a great combination for the little.

"Corner," He whimpers out, and Logan softens at the sight of tears but didn't break, following through with the punishment as he carried him to the corner, setting him on the designated wooden stool. Roman sniffled as he was seated and held in the urge to kick the wall.

"Fifteen minutes and then it's someone's nap time," Logan announces, but he only received slumped shoulders in response.

Setting a timer on his phone, Logan waited on the rocking chair that sits off to the side, scrolling through his rarely used Instagram page, glancing up occasionally to check that Roman wasn't misbehaving in timeout. He felt rather guilty each time he peeked, he knows his deflation was most likely due to his need for a nap, but he hated seeing him so defeated, it's so unlike his boisterous, cheerful prince. However, he needed to learn his lesson.

As the minutes ticked by, Roman grew far too restless despite his exhaustion. It was only due to the fact that he hated timeouts, as they made him stay in one spot for a period of time without talking or moving! And that's just stupid!

He didn't know when he began crying, but his lip was wobbling and his cheeks felt warmer and wetter than before. He sniffled, reaching his hand up to swipe at his salty tears, but soon, his silent tears were replaced by soft sobs as his body began to shake. As the timer went off, Logan was quickly at his side, and gently lifted his tired little up, cradling him close as he let out tired whimpers and cries.

"Oh Roman," Logan sighs softly. "You are desperately in need of a nap aren't you? My apologies for dragging this out, but you need to learn to listen to your daddy, alright?" He lectures, his tone low and soft.

Roman rapidly bobs his head and clings to his shirt, hiccupping tears as guilt clawed at his chest. "M'sorry!" He cries and Logan merely presses his lips to his head.

"It's quite alright, you are forgiven. Why don't we get you to bed?" He asks, though, the question was clearly rhetorical as he headed back towards his bed and slid onto it, pressing Roman close to his chest, assuming he didn't want to nap alone due to his grip never loosening as he moved.

"Daddy," Roman whines quietly and Logan shushes him softly and pulls a blanket up along their bodies. Roman's cries settle down, and he is left whimpering and sniffling against his chest.

"It's alright little one, go on, let's have a nap."

Roman yawns and scrubs at his blotchy cheeks. "M'kay," He sadly murmurs and Logan runs his long, pale fingers through his curls.

"I love you, Roman, don't fret too much, all is forgiven."

"M'wove you too."