Alya

In walked two girls Chloe's age. More specifically, one girl walked in as she pushed the other in an oversized stroller.

"Hey Chloe. Are you in a bratty-mood or a baby-mood?" Asked Alya.

"Aya!" Said Chloe as she continued to bounce in her jumper. On a normal day, Chloe would shout, asking why these two "losers" are in her room. But today Chloe is neck-deep in her headspace.

"Baby mood. Good. Little Marinette was excited to play with Little Chloe. Isn't that right, Marinette?"

Sitting in a stroller Alya was pushing was her best friend Marinette. She was dressed in a set of denim overalls and a pink t-shirt, her hair in her usual pig-tails, but tied together with bright-red ladybug scrunchies. Like Chloe, Marinette is a little and was currently lost in her head-space, her eyes wide and lost in the bright colors of Chloe's room, a big pink paci occupying her mouth.

Alya and Marinette had been besties since the school-year began. When Marinette and Alya were diagnosed as a Little and a Caregiver respectively, it was a given that they would be paired off. When Chloe was diagnosed, her daddy had sent out an anonymous request to be her sitter and it had eventually fallen to Alya. If Chloe had been in out of her headspace when the testing was done, she probably would have whined and complained about it.

Normally littles remembered everything they did when they come out of their headspace, but when they struggle and fight it out of pride or some other reason, they are less likely to remember any of it. Chloe typically forgot everything she did when she was in baby-mode, unaware that her Little self was best-friends with the baby-brained version of her enemy.

Alya fought every instinct she had as a social media extrordinaire not to post the pictures she took of her two babies playing onto the internet, but she decided it would be best for all involved to keep this secret, less "Queen Bee" Chloe catch wind of it and paint a target on their backs.