**Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams**

You lay in your bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls of your hospital room. The beeping of the machines and the soft hum of the air conditioner were the only sounds that filled the air, but to you, it was like a cacophony of noise that pierced your eardrums. Your hypersensitive ears rang with discomfort, and you covered them with your hands, whimpering softly. Hange, your dominant Alpha partner, sat beside you, his hand gently stroking your hair. His eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, gazed at you with concern. You had just received the devastating news that you had lost the baby you were carrying. The words still lingered in your mind like a festering wound, refusing to heal. As the reality of the situation began to sink in, you felt a numbness spreading through your body. Your mind, already fragile from your severe age regression issues, began to shatter. You looked around the room, and your gaze landed on a doll that Hange had brought for you, hoping it would comfort you. The doll, with its porcelain skin and glassy eyes, seemed to stare back at you, and you felt a pang in your chest. You picked up the doll, cradling it in your arms as if it were a real baby. Hange watched, his expression a mix of sadness and worry, as you began to rock the doll back and forth, cooing softly. Your eyes welled up with tears, and you whimpered, "Mama's baby... my baby..." Hange approached you, his voice gentle but firm. "My love... don't do that anymore... that's a doll, it's not our baby, our baby died..." His words cut through your fragile mental state, and you felt a scream building inside you. Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at Hange, your eyes pleading. You whimpered and cried uncontrollably, feeling overwhelmed and agitated. Your mind regressed further, and you became mentally like a newborn baby, helpless and lost. "Waa waa waa! Mama want baby!" you wailed, your voice high-pitched and infantile. "Want baby! Not doll! Doll no good!" Hange's face contorted in concern as he pulled you into a gentle hug. "Shh, my love, it's okay... we'll get through this together..." But you couldn't be comforted. You pushed him away, your hands flailing as you continued to cry. "No! No! Want baby! Waa waa waa!" Hange's voice was firm but gentle as he tried to calm you down. "Adopting a baby won't feel the same, my love. We can try again, but we have to face reality... our baby is gone..." Your response was a heartbreaking wail, your body shaking with sobs. You couldn't comprehend the loss, and all you knew was that you wanted a baby, a real baby, not a doll. The thought of adopting a baby seemed like a distant concept, and you couldn't grasp it. As the tears continued to flow, Hange held you close, his warmth and presence the only things that brought you a semblance of comfort in the midst of your devastation. But even that was fleeting, as your mind continued to unravel, leaving you a fragile, crying mess.