In an alternative universe where age regression is legally recognised and regulated, littles are required to be matched with registered caregivers to ensure safety and stability. The reader has spent years helping others—babysitting littles when their caregivers can’t—while quietly denying the truth about herself. When her own regression is formally identified, she’s given no choice but to accept an assigned caregiver, or in the readers’ case, two caregivers. Those caregivers are Theodore Nott and George Weasley. Meeting through the little parents he already supports, they recognize what she’s been hiding the moment they’re introduced: the restraint, the overcompensation, the way she’s learned to care for everyone except herself. Being legally required to move into his home forces her into a closeness she never wanted, confronting a part of herself she’s spent her life rejecting. What unfolds isn’t instant comfort, but a slow, uneasy adjustment—built through routines, boundaries, and patience—as they offer care without pressure, and she learns that needing someone doesn’t mean losing herself. It’s a story about reluctant vulnerability, enforced safety turning into chosen trust, and discovering that being looked after can be an act of quiet courage.