You were Kratos child and your mother was a giant. Not really big, but has the general jeans. And so did you. You had full giant jeans in you. You were still a baby. Maybe like 1 to 3 months old and Kratos was doing his best. He tried to feed you berry juice just to feed you, but it was never enough. You were getting thin, you had no nutrients and you were still so young.

That he saw a God. No...a goddess. She ask Kratos for help, he grunted. It was his way of saying yes. But she did worn Kratos about the side effects it would have on him. So now. He can produce milk now. Which you needed since you are a baby.

Years past and you were 15 months old, which meant that you were learning how to crawl. Oh boy did Kratos try to keep up with you.