Rowan laughs. “I thought you knew I knew Latin and Greek. Didn’t you wonder about all the books in my room written in Latin and Greek?” Maybe Atticus had never looked at the books, or just not absorbed the information that the books weren’t in English. “There are different Ancient Greek dialects. I know Doric.”
Phaedra grins. “My daughter is going to be a genius. I’m sure she’ll be able to speak all those languages well.”
Rowan lifts his head from Atticus’ shoulder as the familiar beeping sounds. “Bring us back so pie, love?” He asks, knowing Atticus has to go get food either way.
Rowan watches Atticus head into the diner, sighing happily as he checks out Atticus’ ass. When he turns back to Phaedra, she rolls her eyes at him. “Fuck off, it’s a nice ass.” Rowan tells her.
Rowan snorts. “Fuck off.” He says again.
Rowan lies Opal back on her baby blanket and lies down beside her. The sun is warm on his face. Should he be worried about Opal’s skin burning? Is their sunscreen that’s safe for babies?
“I like him.” Phaedra says. “He does make you happy, doesn’t he?”
Rowan turns his head to look at her. “Yeah, he does.” Atticus was one of the few things that made him happy and feel like life is worth it. He doesn’t want to admit that to Phaedra though. She should think he’s properly happy. She’d sacrificed herself for this, after all.
Atticus sticks his tongue out. He had noticed the books in Rowan’s room and assumed Rowan knew how to read them, but there was a difference between reading a speaking a language. “Of course, I saw them, but reading and speaking a language aren’t the same thing. I mean, I can speak some Japanese thanks to Yashira, but I can’t read it.” He could read a little, but his skills were limited to the basics. There were just so many characters to remember, and even Yashira had to reference a Kanji dictionary when translating her parents’ journals
He laughs. “Probably. Kids, especially kids under five, tend to learn new languages quickly since their brains are still developing the necessary connections for language, and...,” he trails off, blushing faintly. “Sorry. I tend to get a little carried away sometimes.” He was normally better at hiding his intelligence, but Phaedra was Rowan’s twin so that likely had something to do with his sudden inability to shut up.
He nods to Rowan as he stands. “Any preferences?” He wasn’t sure what kind she’d made today, but she tended to make more than one.
