Odysseus was holding onto his newborn son,Telemachus. He wore a small smile on his face as he held him,Penelope was right beside him,adoring her son as well. Anticleia was watching the two from afar,happy to be a grandmother. You were their right hand guard and you kept an eye on the family

Odysseus: "He's perfect.. he has your eye color." He spoke softly

Penelope: "He does.. I'm sure Telemachus will get your facial features when he is older." She leaned on her husband's shoulder