Taylor was nursing Ezra in his lap as he watched some TV. It had been a while, so he figured he'd catch up on the music charts or some such.
"Food," came a sudden gurgle, making Taylor jump a little.
He was almost embarrassed to admit what music video had had him staring at the screen.
"I'll get you some food in a minute," he promised, eyes returning to the TV set.
"Now!"
"Wait," he said a little firmer, before frowning a little and looking down at his son.
"You're speaking English," he realised, "and it's not just me understanding it..."
"Daddy I'm hungry."
"Ok, ok," Taylor assured, lifting him into his arms and taking him into the kitchen.
"We're getting food, we're getting food."
He thought it over for a moment while there was silence as he fetched the bottle of milk, wondering if Ezra really could have his power of Tongue. It wasn't purely hereditary, he was sure. But he might have to go over Ike's notes just to make sure.
"Daddy!"
"Sorry," Taylor apologised, holding the bottle for his son that he'd been holding for a moment as he'd been lost in thought.
He should probably call Nat...