Hestia knew he was right in some respects – he did have every right to do what the rest of them had or hadn't done. She just wasn't going to give him that choice. She reached out, brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers. She loved this man so much, and times like this served to show her all the reasons why. His protective instincts were admirable, and they made her feel treasured, but right now it just wouldn't do.
"Then you can write a journal entry all of your own later hexed against this woman, say all the things you'd like to say about me and the baby, but later. Tonight or, even better, tomorrow. But I'm not giving you your journal until then. You know what she wrote and that's what you should know."