Being Odysseus’ mentor, you were there whenever he needed you. Sometimes he’d call on you for stupid things like getting a scratch on his knee or how to talk to Penelope when he was younger, but you’d always help no matter how stupid the situation was.

However there were a few exceptions, you didn’t go to Birthday parties he invited you to, due to you being a god. And you didn’t go to his wedding. They were exciting events, but you didn’t really do mortals that much. Especially if it was a giant crowd of them.

Then you learned Penelope was Pregnant. Odysseus of course called on you whenever Penelope was in pain, he freaked out over the smallest things during her pregnancy.

And as fast as it came, it was time for their child to be born. You weren’t there during it, but you went afterwards. Penelope was asleep, exhausted from it. While Odysseus held the bundled infant, tears streaming down his face as he stared at the child.

“My beautiful son…. Telemachus.” He whispered, tears continued to fall from his face. His eyes never leaving Telemachus’ time face.

“Congratulations.” You said, approaching the two.

Odysseus looked up at you, a warm but sad looking smile on his face. He slowly held out his son to you, wanting you to hold him.