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Waah…waah…
Oscar frowns from his deep slumber before rolling over on his back and opening his eyes. What’s that sound? It’s a small, needy sound. Oscar sits up and realizes it’s coming from the nursery. What? He has never heard such cry coming from Lando. Oscar climbs out of his bed and rubs his tired eyes while walking toward the nursery’s door. Really, Lando sounds so helpless and pleading, he sounds like a …. baby. Like a real baby.
Oscar slowly pushes the door open as to not startle his hopefully regressed baby boy. The moment Oscar spots fussy Lando silently crying while rubbing his mittened hands against his cheeks, he knows Lando is regressed. And this time for real and pretty deep. Oscar’s surprise is short-lived, he wakes up from his shock and hurries closer to the crib.
“Ohh, honeybee, daddy is here.”
Lando calms down a bit but his lips smack together in a desperate search for his paci. Oscar finds the pacifier lying under the crumpled blanket, good thing Lando didn’t get the blanket wrapped around his face, otherwise he could suffocate. Oscar folds the blanket and throws it over the crib rails before reaching down to gather his sniffling baby. Oscar smiles at much calmer Lando who is nursing on his pacifier. His diaper is unusually soaked, the padding is heavy and bulky between Lando’s legs, which is weird - since Lando can use the potty, he manages to stay dry during the nights or only pees once in his diaper and then asks daddy to use the potty before breakfast.
Oscar beams in happiness. His Lando is a tiny baby! He carefully lies the baby on the changing table and unbuttons his onesie before opening the wet diaper. He glances at Lando, the boy is passively lying on the changing table, gazing at his daddy through his curly bangs. No squirming, no whining, no trying to close his legs or cover himself. Oscar can’t resist, he tickles the soft tummy in front of him and Lando squeals before bringing his knees up to his chest. Lando’s lips form a curious O while he studies his toes. The little looks at his daddy in surprise as if telling him Look what I found!
Oscar reaches for the wipe warmer and uses a few chamomile smelling wipes to clean Lando’s wet crotch and bum. Lando reaches for his toes, he is grunting in effort and Oscar uses this opportunity to slide a thick fluffy diaper underneath him.
He pulls the thick padding snug around Lando’s waist and closes the little tapes. Lando cutely wriggles his diapered bottom and smiles at his daddy.
“There he is! My happy baby is all clean and dry again.”
Oscar gently takes Lando’s hands in his and coaxes him to let go of his toes. They need to get dressed because they are expecting the visit from Little Protective Services. Oscar is so freaking nervous, they can’t take his baby when Lando finally regressed. That’s unfair! Oscar is already creating crazy escape plans. If they decide Oscar is unfit to take care of Lando, he will escape to the USA and bribe his way into getting citizenship. Oscar takes a white bodysuit with short sleeves and pulls it over Lando’s head. Getting his arms in the sleeves is harder, Lando squirms but soon he is dressed and Oscar closes the snap buttons between the legs. Next comes the romper made from pastel yellow cotton patterned with horizontal white stripes. Lando curls his toes in protest when he notices the pair of white ankle socks with lace ruffles. Oscar finds a new pacifier, this one is pastel green with smiling little bee on the shield. Now it’s Oscar’s turn to get ready which means leaving Lando in the safety of his crib.
Lando felt lonely in his crib. He woke up alone and wet, and then his paci got lost. He knew crying is the fastest way to call daddy who saved him from his wet diaper. However, he is dry and dressed but also dropped in the crib in daddy’s room. Lando sits on his padded bottom and angrily smacks his hands against his thighs. He wants daddy!
“Da-da! Da-da..”
Lando’s lower lip wobbles as tears escape his eyes. He wants daddy to hold him!
“Daddy is right here! Daddy can see you so be a good boy.”
Lando sees daddy shaving in the bathroom, but it’s so far. Daddy abandoned him! Lando looks around his crib in displeasure. There is his stuffed bear, a rattle and a teething ring. Lando grabs the rattle and angrily throws it away. The rattle doesn’t get far, Lando’s weak muscles are enough to throw it out of the crib but that’s all. It hits the carpeted floor, the colorful beads rattle but then it stills and lies on the floor. Lando stares at it. The beads are so pretty. Red, blue, green, yellow … it glistens in the sunlight … he wants it! Lando bursts into fresh tears as he misses his rattle, he focuses on crying his poor heart out and doesn’t notice daddy is back until the rattle appears in front of him. Daddy shakes it, the beads fly inside and Lando reaches for it. He flaps his arms to make the cool noise again while daddy picks him up. Lando doesn’t like socks, he wriggles his toes but the mean socks stay on. Suddenly he is moved out of daddy’s arms and plopped down in his highchair. Two straps cross his shoulders and Lando yanks at them and slouches in the chair. He wriggles around but daddy’s hands are fast, strong fingers brush against his tummy and the straps are buckled at his crotch. Lando pees a bit as the tray is snapped in place, it pushes the wet diaper against his crotch and Lando squirms with new energy.
“What got you so fussy today? It’s okay, we are okay.”
Daddy is stroking his hair and Lando melts under the soft touch, but it doesn’t last long - daddy turns away and Lando angrily sucks on his pacifier. The familiar weight of the rubber nipple on his tongue is soothing, he focuses on his paci for a while and sucks before daddy comes back. A plate is put down on the highchair tray and Lando immediately tampers with it. Unknown to him, it’s a suction plate, no matter how hard the little fingers try to throw it away, it’s impossible. Daddy moves behind him but Lando can’t turn around, the stupid tray only allows him to look in front of him. He feels daddy’s warm fingers brushing against the back of his neck and then something heavy lands on his chest. It’s a pink silicone bib with red strawberries, the bib has a wider and deeper opening to catch any food and liquids so Lando can be messy without staining his clothes. Lando pats the bib, he likes strawberries. Daddy pulls another chair in front of him and Lando briefly wonders how come daddy sits on a chair with no straps and no tray. Lando leans to left, he looks down and kicks his legs in the air. He tries to reach the floor, but the harness keeps his back straight against the seat. Something warm and mushy touches his lips and Lando startles. Another oatmeal? He wants chocolate!
“Uhhh!”
Lando points toward the white kitchen cabinets, he knows that’s where his snacks are. Chocolate…
“Here it comes! Pit pit pit!”
Lando immediately perks up, he likes watching Formula 1 with daddy. Daddy is circling the spoon in the air and makes engine noises until Lando parts his lips. A bit of the warm oatmeal lands on his tongue and the little frowns. He wants chocolate! Lando spits the oatmeal out, it runs down his chin and daddy sighs.
“Say Ahh, baby.”
Lando’s face crumples up as he lets out a long whine. He doesn’t want oatmeal, he wants pancakes with chocolate! This is new for both of them. Lando is full of big emotions, and he doesn’t know how to process them in other way than crying while Oscar tries to understand what does fussy Lando wants. He brings another spoonful to Lando’s lips, this time with a half of strawberry on top. The little halts his pitiful crying, he slowly chews the juicy strawberry and while it’s not chocolate, it’s still better than plain oatmeal.
Of course the oatmeal is good, Oscar eats the same thing, but he doesn’t use sugar, only a bit of honey and chia seeds. Feeding Lando takes a long time with the little occasionally letting the meal dribble out of his mouth. Oscar is washing the dishes when someone rings on the doorbell. Oscar flinches but quickly calms down because Lando is watching him. He picks his baby up and holds him on his hip as he goes to open the door. The worker from Little Protective Services is an older lady with her grey hair tied in a neat bum. Oscar lets her inside and watches the wrinkled back of her navy blue blouse. They sit down in the living room where she opens her shoulder bag and pulls out a notepad and a pen. She starts asking questions about Lando’s daily schedule and activities, she wants to know how much time they spend together, if Oscar works and if he has a nanny for Lando. Oscar can’t see her notes no matter how hard he tries, she must be used to caregivers trying to see what’s her opinion. And then comes a hard question - she bluntly asks if Oscar used drugs to regress Lando. And Oscar … he doesn’t know why he said Yes, but she looks satisfied with his answer. Oscar looks down at his baby, Lando is sitting on the soft carpet, playing with his rattle and he is so sweet, so docile that it’s easy to believe Oscar used drugs.
She closes her notepad and puts it back in her back before smacking her lips together.
“Very good. Some caregivers think little deserves a choice between natural regression and drug induced one, but they are wrong. Littles are submissive, you can’t let them think they are in charge, otherwise they will misbehave. Remove their choices and they will behave. Am I right, pet?”
Her smile is terrifying. Her face is like a plastic mask, her lips stretch but it’s so unnatural and creepy. It forces Lando to drop his rattle and grab Oscar’s hand.
“It would be a pity to lose such a cutie pie. Some littles simply have hard time adjusting to rules, but they all eventually settle down and learn how to be good.”
Oscar finds himself nodding despite knowing her beliefs are shitty and abusive.
“Little Lando is probably a few months old baby, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t punish him if he misbehaves. Defiant behavior and tantrums are very normal in this age range. His headspace limits his ability to control his verbal, physical, and emotional skills, so he will be easily frustrated. If he fusses too much, I recommend leaving him in his crib to cry it out. With no toys, of course.”
Oscar wants to slap her. How can she suggest such terrible things as punishing a baby? Oscar cried after he punished Lando, he promised he will never do that again and she calmly suggests leaving Lando to cry with no comfort item?!
She gathers her things and Oscar goes to show her out, but she has one more crude thing to say.
“Mister Hamilton and Rosberg spoiled their little too much. The things they said about his daily schedule! They gave him too much freedom, too many choices and look where it got them. Don’t make the same mistake.”
God, he wants to punch her with the heavy door, but he only grips the door handle and acts polite. He immediately hurries to open every window in the living room to get rid of her sickly sweet perfume. Confused Lando watches his daddy. He doesn’t know who was the ugly lady, but he felt daddy’s anxiety and now he is scared something bad is happening.
Lando’s lower lip trembles and he answers with an irritated Neh-neh until daddy picks him up. He feels much better in the familiar strong pair of arms. Lando’s head is resting on Oscar’s shoulder and he scoots in daddy’s grasp until he can press his face against his caregiver’s warm neck. Lando is quite exhausted, it was too much for little Lando and he closes his eyes. Daddy’s large hand is patting his back right on the spot between his shoulder blades and the little one melts in pleasure. Soon enough only soft snores can be heard from Lando, disrupted by occasional more forceful suck on his paci as he falls asleep in the safety of daddy’s arms.