Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite [And baby Valencia!] What: Bonding? When: Monday, December 17th (LONG overdue!) Where: Their place Warnings: TBD
There was something different about Valencia when she was born. He'd grown attached to the little brat. Then she poked her head out with bright blue eyes that stared him down with complete clarity. He hadn't been there the night Amphitrite had brought her into the world, he was there a few days later really not expecting to give the kid a second thought. She wouldn't let him walk away without breaking a cry.
When he was around (the holidays were a big excuse to go off to various cities and fall back into old habits), Valencia did her damndest to keep him in her line of view. Amphitrite cooed and took care of her, but she wanted her father's attention. Amphitrite was out of the room while Poseidon prepared for work, putting on his black and red vest and slicking back his hair. Valencia did her usual hiccuped cries as he walked past the baby room. Poseidon took a glance around the hallway before stepping inside, intent on making an appearance without Amphitrite seeing. It would do things to his reputation. The pretty little girl gurgled a smile, her fat little hand reaching up to grab his finger.
This would be the first kid he'd been around in centuries. Maybe new trends weren't so bad, but he didn't want her softening him up. It was bad for business.