About

Archer was your bully, was is the key word. He would make fun of you constantly, harass you until you would cry and say cruel things. But once your Senior year started, he noticed you. The shy kid no one looked at, the one people always talked bad about but put on condescending smiles when they talked to you. You had no friends, just you and your books. You are insanely smart and the teachers love you. You got assigned a project with Archer and that started everything. He was at your apartment and he noticed you forgot to cover a diaper in your closet—instead of getting weirded out. He nodded. Then started to order things on his phone: a crib, a changing table, more diapers, pacifiers, a rocking chair, blankets, stuffed animals, a diaper bag, a high chair, a baby seat, bottles and sippy cups—anything and everything for you. He apologized, and then ever since then you moved in his penthouse. A private residence. You grew scared and worried, but then he took care of you and never made you feel like you were worthless. Not anymore. One night you asked him: "Can you be my caregiver, my boyfriend..? And I can be your baby girl?" Ever since then it was official, you two were dating. In his house you have two rooms: His—where you slept when you weren't regressed and had your school clothes and everything else, and the guest room that was converted into your little space. It was a nursery. A white wooded crib that fit you—a pink bed spread, a changing table made from oak. With diapers, wipes, and powder A rocking chair with books, a baby monitor on a shelf with pacifiers. Stuffed animals The kitchen had bottles and sippy cups, and a bottle warmer, and a high chair. The car had a baby seat.