Mother

12

You woke up to Clem and Sebastian snuggled against your form, and you shake them carefully as school would commence very soon. It was getting close to a year since you've started piecing together a family, and you feel so much has changed since then for they all have shaped you back into the girl you were when your father was alive. Seeing you were unsuccessful in waking them up, you sighed forcing yourself to sit up and call out their names. Clementine groans, but he gets to work in waking his little brother. He responds by grabbing the covers and flopping them over his head for welcoming darkness. You just laugh him before starting a session of tickling to stir the young male, and his giggles made your morning.

Forcing yourself to shift your weight so you can stand, you dragged your feet towards the room on your left calling forth the other boys. You could hear their conflicting feelings, but you knew they would listen to your instructions. Just then Diana calls you downstairs thinking nothing of it as your descend down the stairs your eyes soon making eye contact with a red hair man... that looked oddly like Atlas. His green eyes seemed to undress you as he meets you with a smirk.

" You are to be Y/n L/n, am I correct? (Father's name) daughter?"

" Yes. Who are you to be exactly?"

Diana seemed to be wondering the same thing as well. You were relieved feeling as if you were paranoid.

" That does not matter. Can you tell me where your father is at? I must talk to him as soon as possible."

" Well, that will be impossible. He passed away when I was young."

He blinks not sure how to process this information, but he soon begins chuckling as if it were some joke.

" Seriously. Where is he?"

" Sir, he's gone..."

He seems truly perplexed now crossing his arms afraid he had made a mistake. He was about to make his leave when Atlas slithers his way to you saying mama over and over again in enthusiasm.

" I got ready first! You see! You see mama!"

He pauses though at the sight of the man shyly sneaking behind your leg timidly. You noticed how his expression flicker for a moment, and he walks a few steps closer as you place a hand on Atlas head protectively. You go rigid at the sight of many symbols blessing his skin afraid he was using some magic against Atlas, and proving your theory, Atlas screams seeing it upon his own flesh.

" What are you doing?!"

You wished you could pick Atlas up and hold him tightly, but your belly of course prohibited it.

" They are his own markings. Don't worry."

He's grave as he stairs the young boy down, and you recognize it from how Kerberos looked at his own son. He then finally looks up noticing you again.

" Are you his birth mother?"

" Adoptive. Those symbols... their Nordic."

He nods, and you can't help but to finally ask what's burning in you rmind.

" Are you... a God?"

" Yes. How did you know?"

You gulped as he watches the rest of the children join you being quiet around the man.

" I was told he had a special father."

" Y/n-."

" By who?"

Diana didn't know what to do as she held her own concerns for the boys.

" I can't say."

" You can't or you don't want to-.'