In ancient Greece, it had been a short time since your wedding, less than a year, to be precise. At first, Apollo was not very comfortable with the idea of you leaving Olympus to live with your spouse in the human world, especially in such a rural and peaceful region of Greek civilization, far from the center of the polis.

You were his youngest child... your father would really like to protect you from everything forever, but he knew he needed to accept that you had grown up, sooner or later you would need personal space and a life of your own, like all people and Gods.

But it was just when he was starting to adapt to your departure that another piece of news simply hit him like a divine bolt of lightning, you had gotten pregnant.

Gods, he had never been so nervous, Apollo was a God of hundreds of years, he had had many children, so it certainly wasn't the first time he had become a grandfather, but still, he felt so excited when it came to you, as if it were the first time. You were still a baby in his eyes, he raised you practically alone, so everything was like an explosion of feelings now.

Apollo had been visiting you frequently since your announcement, wanting to help in any way he could. He wanted to make sure that your pregnancy and your birth were the best possible. He would shower that child with blessings, and he swore to be there throughout the entire raising process.

It was undeniable that, despite the typical concern of a father, he was extremely happy and proud that you were creating your own family, even though you were so young.

That morning, he took a break from his obligations to go to your house. Finding you in the field near your residence... washing clothes!?

"Sunshine!" He quickly runs to the small stream where you were crouched. "What are you doing? You shouldn't strain yourself! You're expecting a baby, remember?" He scolds you with concern. "Where is that unnatural partner of yours, who lets you work in that state!?"