Until I Met You (Age regression)

11 -Favourites- EDITED

I crack my knuckles nervously, my knee obnoxiously moving up and down. When my knuckles start to hurt I wince, not being able to crack them anymore, I start thrumming the pads of my fingers against my unsteady thigh. The feeling of restlessness falling upon me as soon as I left the charity event.

Would it be weird if I texted first? What if I called him? What should I save his name as?

Those questions were racing through my mind, although how trivial it may seem, my stomach seemed to churn when I thought about it.
I've always been very indecisive, for the life of me, I can never even choose what I want to eat for dinner. I wish I had someone that would make those decisions for me, it sounds oddly controlling and possesive, but those things, for some odd reason, just made butterflies swarm in my belly.

I get up from my comfy desk chair and throw myself onto my bed, alongside my babypink phone. I make small fists and start to hit them against my pillow, making small agravated almost screams.

Suddenly a ding sounds from my phone, a notification alert. Quickly, I scramble for my phone, in hopes that he's texted me, only to see that the alert was from Webtoon, signaling that Mr. Beta has been updated. I squeal in excitement, forgetting how I was procrastinating about the whole Damon situation.

Have I ever mentioned that I get side-tracked very easily? No? Welp, you're learning this now, I have a one track mind, I have a very small amount of brain power that isn't being used to think about getting new stuffed animals. A new bear would be nice, he, she, or they could become friends with Mr. Penelope! Shit. STUPID BRAIN.

I lay back on my tummy, phone in hand, prepared to start reading the new chapter, when another notification appears on my screen. My heart skips a beat, hoping it's a message from Damon, only to see that it's from the news app that I have on my phone, but literally never use, and too lazy to just delete it.

I decide to try and stop worrying about it, starting to scroll through the Webtoon comic. I get to a good part, where both characters are being misunderstood, but it's good for character development, so I bite my lip, rolling it between my teeth.

Suddenly a my phone rings, an unknown number appears on the screen, but I still recognise it at the number he gave me earlier, having had studied it for atleast the last hour.

I rush to answer, putting the phone to my ear.

"Alverie, darling, it's facetime, you don't put the phone to your ear." I hear him release a low chuckle as I slowly take the phone away from my ear and hang my head in embarrassment.

I put my phone face-up on the bed, so he can only see my ceiling.

"Alverie, it's called facetime, not ceilingtime. Put the camera on your face, now." He lets out an almost animalistic growl, but I quickly go to obey, adjusting my phone so it's in perfect frame of my beet red face.

He smirks and mutters "cute," under his breath, which only makes me blush more.

I grab my favorite blanket, a large, fluffy pink one, and use it to prop up my head, like a pillow. My bronze curls falling in a wave over one of my eyes because of the way my head is tilted.

"I missed you," I admit, muttering so it's barely audible. It feels like such an embarrassing thing to admit when I had only just seen him, not too long ago.

A small smile graces his lips at that, all sparkly, straight, white teeth that any dentist would be jealous of. The blush on my cheeks just brightens at his small action.

I turn my head so it's being smooshed by the blanket, trying to hide my crimson cheeks.

"Alverie, what did I say?" His voice lowers an octave.

"Not to hide my face..." I mumble, raising my head slightly, not wanting to be scolded.

"Good boy," he compliments.

I shudder, basking in the praise that sends shivers up my spine and makes my mind go fuzzy. I keep my head up, wanting to hear him utter those same words again.

I put my thumb in my mouth, sucking on it, while my mind goes even fuzzier and a relaxed smile takes over my face.

He notices the small change in my demeanor and a tiny smile graces his lips.

"Baby boy?"

I hum, content.

"Whats your favorite colour?"

"Pwink!" I exclaim, answering around my thumb.

"Take your thumb out of your mouth."

I shake my head.

A small almost animalistic growl excapes him, "It's going to damage those pretty little teeth of yours," He clasps his hands together on his desk.

"Nwo," I mumble, still not taking it out of my mouth.

"James," Damon warns, his voice deep and harsh. "3... 2...-"

I let out a small whimper and slowly let my thumb leave my lips.

He nods, "Listen the first time," disappointment lacing his words. His change in demeanor sets something off in me.

I avert my eyes downcast, my hands start shaking slightly, but I don't make a move to steady them, and keep still, not wanting that same disappointed look to appear on his beautiful face.

"Alverie..." His voice now soft, a stark contrast from how it was before.

I hum, not picking up my eyes.

"Sweetheart, look at me. Now."

I quickly go to gaze back into his eyes.

"I'm not mad or disappointed. You hear me?"

I nod.

"Words."

I nod this time while muttering a low yes.

"Good boy," He praises.

I completely forget about my bad mood, extatic from the compliment. We continued talking for another hour, learning his favorite colour, band, song, and hobby. Purple, Dave Matthews Band, Samurai Cop by Dave Matthews Band, and working out.

Its beyond me how someone can actually like working out, but thats besides the point.

After that I was tired, I think he noticed when my body went slack and I sruggled to keep my eyes open because he let out a low chuckle and muttered something under his breath. Even as I was on the phone, I put my thumb in my mouth and curled up in a ball, ignoring his earler instructions because I obviously couldn't use my paci infront of him, at the same time I didn't want to hang up so this is what I was left with.

Slowly but surely, in my dimly lit room, his low hums lulled me to sleep.