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Homelander cooed happily behind his pacifier as he sat on the rug, surrounded by stuffed animals and different baby toys. Reaching for his xylophone toy, he started to hit the keys, giggling when the keys made loud noises. Homelander continued to hit the xylophone, kicking his feet happily as the noises got louder.

A few minutes later, Nicole, Homelander’s “Mommy,” came out of the kitchen, smiling when she saw how happy Homelander was. Ever since she started taking care of him, Nicole noticed that Homelander seemed calmer, and hell, nicer. He had less temper tantrums, and didn’t scream at the other members of the Seven or other Vought employees. Nicole knew that him mentally regressing into a baby was helping his physical and mental health, and having telepathic powers herself, she was happy to use them to help him. She knew all about his traumatic past, and if mentally regressing helped him relax, then so be it.

“Hi, baby boy! You having fun playing with your xylophone?” Nicole cooed. Homelander giggled and nodded, leaning his head onto her shoulder when she sat down beside him. She chuckled softly, stroking his hair.

“My little sweetheart, Mommy’s happy that you’re having so much fun, but it’s almost your nap time.” Nicole said. Homelander pouted and crossed his arms.

“Noooo! No wanna, Mommy!” Homelander whined. Nicole sighed, shaking her head.

“John, it’s nap time now. You always have a nap every afternoon, and naps are good for you. They help you stay healthy and happy.” Nicole said. Homelander glared at her, huffing a little bit.

“No wanna take a stupid nap!” Homelander yelled. Nicole shrugged her shoulders and began to stand up.

“Okay, then. Well, it seems like somebody doesn’t want some cuddles and milk.” Nicole said. Suddenly, Homelander made grabby hands toward her, whining softly.

“I sowwy! Wan’ milk, Mommy! I sowwy!” Homelander started to sniffle softly, and a tear streamed down his cheek. Nicole rushed back over to the rug and sat down, patting her lap.

“Shhhh, it’s all right, baby boy. Come over here to Mommy.” Nicole cooed. Homelander quickly crawled over to Nicole, placing his head on top of her lap. He whimpered, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. Nicole continued to shush him gently, stroking his hair.

“Everything’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy’ll give you some milk. Shhhh.” Nicole whispered. Unbuttoning her blouse, she revealed her breast to Homelander. He immediately latched on and began to nurse, whimpering softly as soon as he started to taste her milk. Nicole chuckled softly, stroking his cheek.

“It’s okay, baby. Drink all of your yummy milk. Mommy knows that it helps you calm down.” Nicole cooed. Homelander whimpered softly as he drank, looking up at Nicole with his piercing blue eyes. Nicole continued to stroke his cheek, and hummed softly.

“You were so fussy just now. And now you’re nice and relaxed, huh sweetheart?” Nicole asked. Homelander cooed softly, sighing deeply as he continued to nurse. Nicole kissed him on the top of his forehead, chuckling softly when a thin stream of milk dripped down his chin.

As Homelander continued to nurse, Nicole gently rocked him back and forth, feeling calm and relaxed.

“You’re my cute fussy baby, huh? Mommy knows how much you love your milk. Drink as much as you want, angel.” Nicole said. Homelander looked into her eyes and cooed happily behind her breast. Nicolr smiled back and kissed his cheek, feeling happy that she was able to give Homelander something he needed to feel safe and loved.

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The sun’s soft rays shone into Homelander’s nursery windows, lighting the entire room. In his crib, Homelander slowly opened his eyes and stretched a little, yawning as he held his stuffed red teddy bear close to his chest.

To say that Homelander wasn’t spoiled would be an understatement. His nursery was well-equipped and stocked with all of ths supplies that he’d ever need, such as diapers, changing supplies, a bottle heater, a comfortable adult-sized crib, plenty of toys, and a TV. His “Mommy,” Nicole, had put a lot of love and care into designing and setting up his nursery, and she felt proud of herself for being able to provide Homelander with the childhood memories he never had.

Walking into the nursery, Nicole smiled when she saw Homelander cooing happily and kicking his legs. She walked over to his crib and gently lifted him out of it. Thank goodness for super strength, Nicole thought. Bouncing Homelander gently, she hugged him close to her chest.

“Good morning, my little baby boy! How’s my little Johnny-Bear, huh? How is my sweet baby?” Nicole cooed. Homelander snuggled into her chest, still feeling tired. Nicole smiled, kissing him on the cheek as she walked over to the changing table. She quickly got to work with changing his diaper. Homelander cooed happily as he reached for his outer space mobile.

“Such a good baby boy! Mommy’s almost done changing you, sweetheart.” Nicole said. A few minutes later, she finished changing his diaper, and after washing her hands, Nicole lifted Homelander back into her arms.

“Okay, baby, now that Mommy’s changed you, do you want some milk?” Nicole asked. Homelander giggled happily as Nicole walked over to the couch. She opened her blouse and smiled as Homelander latched onto her breast, beginning to nurse. He noisily gulped down the warm milk, and looked up at Nicole with calm eyes. Nicole stroked his blonde hair, humming gently.

“Drink all your yummy milk, sweetheart. It’s all for my greedy little baby.” Nicole teased. Homelander smiled from behind her breast, and he sighed happily. Warm milk and snuggles from his Mommy were a perfect start to the morning.

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“All right, little one, what movie do you wanna watch?” Butcher asked, pulling up Disney+. Hughie giggled, kicking his feet happily as the movie choices popped up on the screen. Putting his thumb in his mouth, Hughie pointed to the panel for “Frozen.”

“Wan’ see the snowman, Daddy! Snowman!” Hughie cheered. Butcher groaned loudly. He and Hughie had watched “Frozen” several times before, and each time he watched it, Butcher could feel himself becoming more and more annoyed with everything about it, from the singing to the cliché themes. As a Daddy, he had to admit that his patience was tried several times, but seeing how happy Hughie was whenever he was regressed made it all worth it for Butcher.

A few minutes later, MM came into the living room, with a big bowl of popcorn in his hands, two beers nestled in his arms, and a bottle of chocolate milk for Hughie in the other arm. He chuckled softly when he saw Hughie pointing to “Frozen,” and Butcher covering his face with his hand.

“Hughie already choose the movie?” MM teased. Butcher sighed, glaring at him.

“It appears so, don’t it, mate? If I have to see this movie again, my head’s gonna explode.” Butcher said. Hughie looked over at his Daddy, pouting and crossing his arms.

“But I wan’ see the snowman! Pwease, Daddy?” Hughie begged. MM gave a knowing look toward Butcher as he scooped Hughie into his arms.

“Come on, Billy. Frozen always makes little Hughie here so happy, huh baby?” MM cooed. Hughie giggled and nodded. Butcher sighed, knowing that he couldn’t win this battle.

“All right, all right, we’ll watch Frozen. To hell with it.” Butcher mumbled. Hughie gasped, pointing at Butcher.

“Oooh, you said bad word, Daddy!” Hughie said. MM laughed.

“You know the deal whenever you cuss, Billy. Hughie gets to pick the activity for tomorrow night.” MM said in a sing-song voice. Butcher chuckled, hitting the play button on the remote.

“I can’t win with you, huh baby boy?” Butcher asked, ruffling Hughie’s hair. Hughie giggled as the movie started, feeling loved by his Daddy and Uncle MM.

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“All right, baby boy, it’s time to go night night.” Nicole cooed. She walked toward the living room rug, and smiled when she saw Homelander laying on his stomach and pushing his Hot Wheels cars around on the floor. Homelander put the toy car that he was playing with down on the floor and made grabby hands toward Nicole. She picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, bouncing him gently as she carried Homelander up the stairs. Nicole felt grateful for having super strength, otherwise carrying Homelander around would be impossible.

Nicole walked into his nursery and headed toward the changing table, gently laying Homelander down on top of it. Homelander cooed and began to suck on one of his fingers as Nicole started to change his diaper. She smiled at him and gently tickled his stomach, chuckling softly when Homelander started laughing.

“You’re such a good boy, yes you are! Mama’s loves her little baby boy so much. All right, you have a clean new diaper! Stay here while Mama gets you some PJs.” Nicole cooed, walking over to the nursery’s closet. She picked out a onesie with trains on it and walked back to the changing table. Nicole helped Homelander change into the onesie, and she felt her heart melt whenever he cooed softly. A few minutes later, Homelander was fully dressed in his PJs, and he snuggled against Nicole’s chest as she walked over to the rocking chair.

“Milk, Mama, milk.” Homelander said, looking up at Nicole with pleading eyes. Nicole chuckled softly, opening up her blouse.

“Hold on, angel, hold on. My little baby boy’s so impatient.” Nicole cooed. Homelander whimpered softly and quickly latched onto Nicole’s breast, sighing with relief when he tasted milk. Nicole shushed him gently as he continued to nurse.

“Shhhh, you’re all right, sweetheart. You’re in your Mama’s arms, nice and safe, and you’re getting all of the milk you want. Oh, my sweet baby.” Nicole whispered. Homelander looked up at Nicole with calm eyes, cooing softly behind her breast. She gently rubbed his back, and started to hum a lullaby. Homelander always loved it whenever Nicole hummed or sang to him while he was regressed, especially as he nursed.

Half an hour later, Homelander unlatched from her breast and yawned, closing his eyes. Nicole closed her blouse and kissed his forehead. She smiled as Homelander drifted off to sleep, snoring quietly.

“Good night, my little patriot.”