Coi's Leo fics

• Happiness in strange places ♥ | ✨

Jan 26th, 2017

Pairing: Leo x Y/n
Genre: Fluff/Slight angst?
Nanny!Reader x SingleParent!Leo

-day

Happiness can be found in the strangest places.
For instance, finding those last few stray fries at the bottom of the bag, accomplishing that childhood ambition that you always swore you'd complete, or simply managing to get out of the bed.

For Y/n it was babysitting Noah Valdez. Noah is this energetic kid with brown curly locks that bounced about as he ran through the messy apartment, his high-pitched laughter piercing the calm silence.

There was nothing you loved more than taking care of the unpredictable four-year-old every day from 8 a.m to 8 p.m. His father was a hard-working man that spent every chance he could loving his son to the fullest.

His name was Leo Valdez and he was an old friend from your favorite camp in the world– Camp Half-Blood. You two were very close back in the days of your camper days almost never separating from the other without a good reason. Then one day he confessed he was in love with the minor goddess Calypso he had met on the island of Ogygia and just... left. He left you here to deal with your feelings you'd never be able to admit.

You shake your head quickly, trying to rid yourself of the hurt you felt in your teenage years. You set your glass of water down on the marble bar of the small kitchen, placing the cup in the sink with all the other dishes you plan to wash later. With a sigh, you sit down on one of the old wooden stools and hold your face in your hands, Why did I take up this job in the first place? I mean, I love Noah like he's my own but... I guess I never could say no to that man. You think with a small smile, remembering how much joy Leo's smile brought to your life– no matter how dreadful or hard things were for you. He was the epitome of the sunlight you feel on a nice summer day, or when you're waking up in tranquility the next morning and the sunbeams trickling through the curtains letting you know it's morning.

A cry of pain coming from the living room ripped you out of your thoughts. Standing up immediately and rushing to the source of the sound worriedly, "Noah?" You called out only, "Are you hurt?"

A whimper responded back weakly, "Yeah."

You step into the living room to see Noah sitting down on the floor holding his head in his hands. You kneel down next to him and pull the sniffling boy into your arms, brushing down his hair with your hands while inspecting the obvious red mark on his forehead.

"Are you alright? What happened?" You ask softly as you glanced at your surroundings. You noticed that the furniture was lined up in some sort of pathway, but the chair nearest to Noah had been overturned as if it had been knocked over. Noah sniffled as he explained, "I-I was playing the floor is lava and I f-fell."

You sighed audibly and kissed the top of his head lovingly, "Noah... You know you're only supposed to play that when your dad or myself is around."

A sound of the door clicking closed and the shuffling of shoes being taken off told you that Leo was home, "Only supposed to play what?"

At hearing his father's voice the young boy perked up instantly, "Daddy?" Leo rounded the corner that leads into the living room, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight of his son– although unbeknownst to you, he was also smiling at the sight of you.

Noah leaped out your lap with joy, chanting, "You're home! You're home!"
Leo chuckled and bent down to embrace his hyperactive son, picking him up at the same time so he could spin him around.

You grinned at the display of affection Leo was showing towards his mini-me that was his son. Times like this often made you wish that you had confessed your feelings before Leo left; before you lost all contact with him– the boy that got away. What would have happened if you had confessed? Would Noah be yours and Leos son?