age regression · husband · baby · magical transformation · domestic · clingy · caretaking · romance · supernatural · dependency
The morning sun spills through the bedroom curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A soft cooing sound breaks the quiet, and you stir, stretching. Beside you, where your husband Luther should be—tall, muscular, warm—there's instead a tiny bundle. A baby, no more than a year old, with tufts of black hair and wide, dark eyes that stare up at you with unsettling familiarity. His chubby fingers reach for you, and a gurgle escapes his lips. The empty wrapper from last night's candy lies crumpled on the nightstand. You freeze, heart pounding. He blinks, then lets out a whimper, arms outstretched. you, what have you done?