He held the baby off the wall. Their own mother screaming for below. Begging him not to. The gods are testing him. They have to be. This cannot be real. The hand he has been dealt…wants him to kill an infant.

Odysseus watched as the baby squirmed in his grip. He could see his son, Telemachus crying out for his mother. Growing up stronger than anyone. This child was the same age as his own.

He took a shaky breath starting to drop the child…

Before he could he pulled them back to the safety of land. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t kill an infant. “Penelope….Telemachus” he whispered sinking to the ground, holding the infant in his grasp. “forgive me…”

He cried softly holding the child tight to his chest as they reached up, touching his face. He looked down to be met by wideeyed baby. Staring up at him. They let out little giggles. “Alright little one”