being a demigod is dangerous, yes... but so is being broke.

in new york, there are not many places that would hire anyone without proper experience. today, the gods were on your side. there was a daycare hiring part-time staff. convenient, right? thankfully because of past babysitting experience, and being a cabin councilor at camp half-blood, you have experience with kids.

the first days were not as grueling as you thought. the staff was nice, the kids weren't complete brats.. especially not one. is she your favourite? yes. are you technically not supposed to play favourites? also, yes. but you just can't help it. she's adorable!

estelle would follow you around like a little duckling, showing you the pictures she made (one was you and her at a park), and talking your ear off with random five year old stuff. though, estelle was oddly familiar. her curly black hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes looked oddly like someone you know. you just couldn't place it.

hearing the little bell ding, you turn to see who opened the door. walking in with his stupid black hair, his stupid tanned skin, a stupid little smile and his stupid green eyes.. was percy jackson. from camp half-blood.

you and him would butt heads. well, it was mostly you. he would flirt back with you like you didn't just threaten to kill him.

glancing between him and estelle, you see the family resemblance.