No Regrets

Chapter 15

     "There you are my little Eleni!" I exclaimed, Kaija giving me her newborn daughter and my niece. I grabbed her with my arms wrapped around her small body, trying so hard not to drop her. I smiled, "Hello Eleni. You are just the sweetest little baby ever!" I gave her multiple small kisses on her forehead. For just three weeks old, she really was adorable and didn't have that newborn ugly look lots of babies had. Her sleeping eyes began to open, her eyes big, gray eyes stared at me. She smiled softly, surprising me as she was around three weeks old. Her smile was defining, there was no confusing it with a farting smile or an accidental mouth movement that looked like she was smiling.  I awed and brought her towards me, laying her small head on my shoulder and hugging her tightly. "I love you so much!"

     I barely knew my siblings and I barely had any connection to them, and even with the minimal relationship between us four, I was head over heels with Eleni. I couldn't wait to spoil her and spend time with her every single day. This was another one of my many excuses on coming down to the Underworld to visit. The first one was of course, visiting my father and the other was visiting my siblings to get a closer bond with them... though I hadn't talked to Kaija until now. She was too busy bonding with her child to take any visitors, and it didn't bother me, I understood how important the first few weeks are for parents and their child. I looked at Kaija after smelling Eleni's honey shampoo in her hair, "How was the birth?"

     "Good like always. She came out in five minutes and our family was there to help. They all held me up and Cora grabbed her!" Her eyes glistened as tears filled her eyes.

     Eleni began to get fussy, and I was forced to give her back to Kaija to be fed. I gave Kaija a hug as they walked back to their room, wanting some alone time that just like after her birth, I didn't mind. I turned around and decided to search for my two sisters, I wanted to see how they were doing but also ask them about Kaija and father. Ever since I went to the museum, it had been bugging me and it was all I could think about. I wanted answers even though I was freaking out about the potential answer. I knew all about the Greek's God and their morals with blood-related family members, but it never once made me think that father was like that. He always seemed like such a caring father who wasn't a weirdo or had fantasies about his children. Gods, it made my skin crawl just thinking about it. 

      I searched the castle after checking their individual rooms and not finding either of them, I found them in the library reading. I knocked on the door to get their attention, feeling bad for disrupting the scenarios they were making up as they read the words on the books. Clio looked up immediately and smiled, "Good to see you Hera!"

      Dea finished reading her paragraph and looked up at me, "How have you been?"

      "Hi! Everything's been good, the job is great. I have a person in my basement, it was my first ever task and my first ever person in there," I expressed to them how happy I was with this life. It had just been over three weeks and I had already grown to love this life that father had given me. And I never thought I would say that, considering he stabbed me in the back metaphorically and literally, in the neck, to get me here. Even though I missed my mother every day and constantly wondered how she was, I was okay with never seeing her. It would be hard to see her anyways, having to see her distressed puppy eyes light up and expect answers and me only able to tell her the bare minimum. It was too much to think about that it was better never seeing her again.

       "Wow! I'm so proud of you!" Clio responded, closing the book and walking towards me. Dea remained sitting and just watched us two talk with each other. She read a sentence or two then looked back up at us. Interested in both her book and the conversation I would start with Clio. 

       "Clio, I was at the museum and was walking through your section of the museum," I decided to start the conversation and eventually, the horrid question that could make them both look at me differently. If it wasn't true, it meant that I had insinuated a gross and immoral relationship just because of the other Gods' habits. If it wasn't true it would mean that they would judge me and be disgusted at me of ever having that thought.