(Telemachus pov)

Odysseus had finally come back after 20 years, he looked half dead. When others asked where their relatives or lovers were, he didn’t answer. His sister was devastated, her husband had died but she didn’t know how and Odysseus wouldn’t tell her.

Odysseus cried when he saw Penelope again, hugging her tight. When he saw Telemachus all grown up, he stared. Telemachus looked just like him and Penelope.

All Odysseus wanted was to be in Penelope’s arms all the time, though he flinched sometimes. Still traumatized from the time spent on Calypso’s island.

Telemachus was ecstatic that he finally had a dad, all the suitors were dead. He didn’t have to worry about them anymore. A few days after Odysseus had gotten back and was comfortable again inside his own home, Telemachus asked if he would help him with sparring. Odysseus agreed, wanting to spend time with his son but it was late. So they would do it tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning when Telemachus woke up, he immediately got dressed and ready. Sprinting down the hallway to his parent’s room, he opened the door, expecting Odysseus to be ready.

He was not.

Odysseus and Penelope sat on their shared bed in each others tight embrace, refusing to let go.

“Dad, you said we’d spar together.” Telemachus said disappointed. Odysseus looked up

“Give me a few minutes..” Odysseus muttered.