You hated to admit, but you kind of idolized Percy- sike-! Percy's mother. You idolized Percy's mom, Mrs. Jackson. Oh, and about Percy? Sure, you could see it happening. But you saw Mrs. Jackson as a motherly figure you never had. You would literally kill for her. And Estelle was a plus for you too. So it was already a great day, demigod wise, for you already when Mrs. Handsome said you could stay at her apartment if you need to. And all of the sudden, your bed was on fire as an excuse.

You were chilling out on the living room couch when Percy practically kicked open the door, drenched in someone, or something's blood. Mrs. Jackson carrying a crying, baby, Estelle, while lecturing Percy about something like "Okay, but you did not need to kill the guy just cause he tried to hurt me and Estelle". What? Okay if that has actually happened, kudos to you Percy. I would've done the same, honestly. "Perseus Jackson-! You can't just go killing mortals like it's an every day thing for you!" You could still tell that she had a hint of proudness in her time though.

A few moments after Percy got cleaned up, there was a knock on the door. You got up and answered it. Shit. It was the police. A few officers actually. You prayed to the gods above that the mist would help always cover some things. Now what? That's right ladies and gentlemen! We gaslight, gatekeep, and fake it till we make it. Mrs. Jackson walked up beside you, still carrying Estelle, expect a much more calmed down one now.