Chapter 13: Truth

POV: Ezra

Kanan carried me into the common room where everyone else sat.

"Hey, I got some news." Kanan said.

"What is it dear?" Hera asked.

"Um so" Kanan started.

"Get on with it." I told him.

"Do you have any idea how hard this is going to explain." Kanan retorted.

"Kanan dear, what are you talking about?" Hera asked.

Kanan sighed, "When Ahsoka deaged Ezra, she didn't deage his mind like she thought. He has all his memories and has been perfectly aware of what's been going on."

The rest of the crew stared in shock.

"Way to let it down easy," I told Kanan through the bond.

"Could you have done any better?" Kanan asked me.

I would have rolled my eyes, but I didn't have those sort of motor skills yet.

"You can't be serious." Sabine said.

"I am." Kanan promised.

"How do you know for sure?" Hera asked.

"He told me through our bond." Kanan explained.

"Why didn't he do so earlier then?" Zeb asked.

"I," Kanan started. "Why didn't you?"

"Didn't think about it." I replied chewing on my ring.

"He didn't think about it." Kanan translated.

"This is awkward." Sabine said.

I saw that Kallus still had two teething rings in his hand. I grabbed one with the Force and threw it at Zeb's head.

"Hey!" Zeb said. "What was that for you little punk?"

"For being a bad babysitter." I responded.

"A bad babysitter?" Kanan asked. "What does he mean by that Zeb?"

"Oh, um, that's not important." Zeb said. "What's important is getting the kid back to normal."

"We will discuss this later." Kanan said. "So where's Ahsoka?"

"She's on Commander Sato's ship. She won't be back for a couple of days." Hera replied.

"What?! No!"I yelled.

"Hey calm down." Kanan said.

"I don't want to! I don't want to be a baby anymore!" I replied and started throwing a fit.

POV: Kanan

"Ezra stop this." I ordered the crying infant with a teenage mind, but he continued. "Ezra, I know you are frustrated, but throwing a tantrum is not going to fix anything." I tried to sooth.

"You don't know what it's like!" Ezra retorted in my mind.

"You're right." I kept my voice calm. I started rocking him back and forth, something that has always calmed him down before. "But just be patient. Just a few more days."

Ezra slowly calmed down. "That's it bud."

I sat down and cradled Ezra.

"You don't have to cradle me Kanan." Ezra protested. "I'm not exactly a baby."

"Just enjoy it while it last kid." I smiled. "Take a short nap, calm down."

Ezra slowly started to close his eyes.

"What are we going to do now?" Hera asked.

"Same thing we've been doing. Until Ahsoka has reaged Ezra, we still have to care for him." I replied.

"I'll contact her to let her know." Sabine said, leaving the room.

"Where's the kid going to sleep when he is normal again?" Zeb asked. "Matthew has been sleeping in the room with me."

"He can still sleep in my room." I responded. Looking down I found that Ezra had fallen asleep with the teething ring still in his mouth. With a smile, I gently took it out.

"Okay then." Zeb shrugged, before heading towards his cabin.

"I honestly feel bad for the kid." Matthew said. "He must have been in some embarrassing situations."

"He'll get over it." I responded.

Matthew followed Zeb towards their cabin.

"So I guess the kid knows the truth about us." Hera said.

"Is it really that big of a deal?" I asked.

"No, I suppose it isn't." Hera responded. "What was he having a fit over earlier?"

"He's tired of being a baby. He doesn't want to be useless anymore." I explained. "And to be told that he has to wait a few more days was frustrating to him."

"I suppose it would be frustrating to anyone." Hera said. She gently kissed Ezra on the forehead. "I'll start heading towards the command ship, so we can get there a little sooner."

"I'm sure Ezra would appreciate that." I replied.

Hera left towards the cockpit.

"It will be alright Ezra, I promise." I gently moved some of his hair off his forehead. He stirred lightly, but didn't wake.

Ezra woke up half an hour later.

"Kanan," he spoke in the bond. He seemed, embarrassed?

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm wet." He said, looking down.

"Hey nothing to be embarrassed about." I comforted. "You can't help it."

I stood up and brought him to my cabin so I could change his diaper.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I'm pretty hungry." Ezra replied.

"Alright, I'll get you some food after a clean diaper." I said.

As I changed his diaper, Ezra refused to make eye contact.

"I'm not going to think any less of you for needing your diaper changed, when you body is eight months old Ezra." I explained.

"It's still embarrassing." Ezra responded.

I sighed as I finished up. "Don't go anywhere. I need to wash my hands."

"Don't really have anywhere to go." Ezra replied.

When I returned Ezra had not moved an inch.

"Now," I said, picking him up. "You said you were hungry."

"Yeah," Ezra replied.

"Ok then." I sad, carrying him into the galley sitting him in his highchair. "What do you want to eat?"

"Not mashed peas." Ezra replied.

"Why not?" I asked, moving aside the jar.

"Have you ever tried it?" Ezra asked.

"Well no." I replied.

"Well don't. It taste like vomit." Ezra retorted.

"Okay then," I said. "How about some yams?"

Ezra seemed to think on this. "Only if I get Meiloorun sauce after."

I let out a laugh, "Okay,"

I opened the small jar and started to feed Ezra.

"Okay then, as promised I'll get you a bowl of Meiloorun sauce." I said. I poured some into a small bowl and got a new spoon. Ezra reached out for the spoon. "No, Ezra you can't have the spoon."

"I want to feed myself." Ezra whined kicking his legs a little.

"I don't think you have enough coordination." I replied. "You didn't seem bothered by letting us do all this stuff for you before."

"I think the teething is making me more irritable." Ezra replied. "That and you know now."

"What does us knowing change anything?" I asked feeding Ezra the first spoon full.

"You know that I'm not just some baby now." Ezra replied as he ate.

"You were never just some baby. You were always ours." I smiled.

"Kanan, you know what I mean. I'm a teenager, I lived on the streets. I should be able to take care of myself." Ezra explained.

"It doesn't matter how mature your mind is. You're body still says you are a baby that needs to be taken care of." Kanan said. "Which brings up the point that sometimes you did act rather childish."

"It was the only way to let you guys know what I needed or wanted." Ezra defended.

I laughed and continued to feed him. When there was one last spoon full I handed the spoon to him. "Since you wanted to try so badly."

Ezra smiled as he held the spoon, but unfortunately, as he tried to bring it to his mouth, he couldn't quite get a proper angle, and instead got a huge mess on his face.

"That's why I was feeding you." I sighed. I grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned his face.

"Hey, stop that!" Ezra protested trying to free his face from the rag.

"Sorry bud, but I got to clean you up." I said.

"I can't wait till I'm a teenager again." Ezra muttered.