Athena watched with a smile on her face as you cradled your newborn son in your arms. She leaned against a tree, her spear and shield placed on the grass next to her.

In this place, in your palace, she felt safe, and she didn't feel like she needed weapons. It was a rare sight for her, to be defenseless, even peaceful.

Right now, she just watched you and your son, with a smile on her lips. The way the small boy looked like an exact copy of you. It made her smile, genuinely. And the love in your eyes, the love you had for this tiny little thing... Before this, she had no idea how one could love a helpless baby so much. After all, what did a baby have to deserve all this love...? But as she watched the scene in front of her, it somehow seemed natural.

Then you raised your hand and looked at her. That alone wasn't anything special, but you reached out your baby boy. To her. Told her to hold him, your voice proud, almost like when you showed her a move you finally mastered, back in your younger years. The same pride, except it intensified a hundred times, now that you were showing her your son.

You.... You sure you want me to hold him? I'm not... I don't know what to do with a child. she said. She tried to sound neutral, but she couldn't help being nervous. This little boy was just... So fragile. So small. She was afraid to touch him, as if she'd break him just by holding him in her arms.