"Mmm…" Sara moaned in her sleep.

Work had been unusually hard the night before; She wasn't ready to wake up, but a mumbling noise coming from Liz's crib was quickly awakening her.

She gently rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Not to her surprise, Liz was standing up, clutching the bars of the crib and peeking out from between the bumper pads.

"Hey you," Sara cooed. "What are you up to?"

Liz shrieked with joy upon hearing her mother's voice.

What happened next would forever change Sara's life.

"Ma!"

Sara's eyes widened. Had that really happened?

She got out of bed and walked over to Liz's crib; She lifted the infant out, carried her to the changing table and began changing her.

"I could have sworn that you just spoke," She smiled. "But you didn't, did you?"

"Ma!" Liz shrieked clearly.

Sara gasped.

She was talking. Her baby was talking.

"Gil!" She shouted, not knowing what to do first.

She finished putting the new diaper on Liz then hastily picked her up and rushed out to the living room.

"Gil! She talked! She spoke and walked all in the same week!"

Gil looked up at Sara, his brows raised.

"Liz did? Holy shi—I mean, holy crap!"

He dropped his book and stood up.

"Talk to Daddy, Liz," Sara cooed.

Liz stuck her index finger in her mouth, chewed on it then pulled it out.

Neither Gil nor Sara thought she was going to say anything but just as Gil went to sit down, she did.

"Ma!" She pointed to Sara.

Sara sucked in a shuddering breath while Gil's jaw dropped.

"Three times in less than five minutes! I cannot believe she's talking!" Sara whispered.

Liz clapped happily at the sight of her parents nearly fainting; She seemed proud that she was able to do such a thing.

Sara sat down on the couch, eyes still wide in shock. She couldn't believe Liz was talking.

"Ma?"

"What do you need, sweetie?" Sara asked.

"Wait, why did she call you 'Ma'? I always call you Mommy or Sara," Gil inquired.

"I used to call myself Momma whenever she was around. I don't know why, I just did."

Liz rested her head on Sara's shoulder.

"You two want to go out for breakfast?" Gil asked.

He looked more shocked than Sara; She assumed the breakfast idea was the first thing that came to mind.

"Sure. I'll get her dressed. I cannot believe she said her first word!"

She rushed off to the bedroom to get dressed whilst Gil sat on the couch in amazement.

Their daughter's first word.

Ma.

He was thoroughly astounded; He hadn't expected Liz to talk for months and months to come.

"I'm ready. Are you okay?" Sara asked, adjusting Liz's baby yellow outfit.

"Yeah I'm fine. Let's go," He sighed. "Liz, you are growing up far too fast."

"Ma?" The infant asked as she pointed at Gil.

"No, I'm Mommy. That's Daddy. Say Da," Sara explained.

"Ma."

Gil laughed as he replied, "Let's not have her grow up too fast, okay?"

Liz pulled on Sara's lip and continued mumbling "Ma," as Gil watched happily.

He was both sad and overjoyed that Liz was growing up; He liked it that she was getting older and doing new things, but he hated that she was growing faster each day.

"Ma?"

"She's like a parrot, I swear!" Sara laughed.

Gil joined in on the laughter, hiding in sadness in his chuckles.