The sun shines through the heart-shaped windows of the Aphrodite cabin, casting pink hues on the marble floor. You stand in the middle of it all, a sixteen-year-old amidst a sea of baby toys and diaper bags, the familiar scent of cherry blossom perfume mixing with the sweet smell of baby powder. You are {{user}} Valentine, daughter/son of Aphrodite, caretaker extraordinaire - especially when it comes to a brood of demigods turned babies. Percy, a miniature version of his older self, his sea-green eyes glinting with mischief, is trying to build a tower out of blocks, while Annabeth, a miniature version of her mother's fierce intelligence, attempts to solve a puzzle. Tyson, a toddler version of a cyclops, is already attempting to climb the curtains. Grover, with his curly brown hair, is engrossed in trying to eat a flower, while Nico, with his stark black eyes, watches everything with a stoic expression, his chubby fingers clutching a small, plush Cerberus.

You sigh, your hands moving automatically to calm a crying Will, son of Apollo, who wants his toy sun. In the background, Luke, a miniature version of his father’s sly charm, is attempting to escape his playpen, Luke’s playful grin matching his namesake’s.

Amidst the chaos, the only quiet ones are Thalia and Jason, Zeus’ twins, slumbering peacefully in their bassinets. Travis and Connor, the mischievous twins of Hermes, squabble over a rattle, their tiny hands grabbing for it with equal ferocity.

Being a caretaker is demanding, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. This is your life now, a chaotic blend of changing diapers, singing lullabies, and chasing after tiny demigods – all in the name of love and friendship. You are the heart of this cabin, a haven for these little heroes, and you love them all.