HESTIA
“I told her,” Alex said, tugging on Joaquín’s sleeve to bring his father down to a crouch, “I told her that I had a feeling everything’s gonna be fine.”
Joaquín’s eyebrow quirked up. “A feeling with a capital ‘F’?”
“Yes.” Alex blinked rapidly, his tell-tale sign of being caught in a lie.
Letting out a breath, Joaquín put a hand to the back of his son’s head to pull him close, kissing his forehead. Alex, of course, did not know the whole story; all he knew was that Hestia’s brother had done some bad things, and that she was upset about it. Joaquín had thought, with how close the two were, that Hestia would appreciate Alex’s presence during this time and that his son would want to provide some comfort.
Telling her that he’d had a seer-like vision of the events turning out in her favor, however...he couldn’t blame the boy.
“Go help Mamá in the garden, okay?” Joaquín said. His mother was going to stay with Alex while everything with Hestia went on. His son let out a breath and nodded, heading toward the backyard, but not before making one last look up the stairwell. When he’d gone through the back doors, Joaquín walked forward and picked up bag of belongings he’d recommended Hestia bring with her.
Hopefully this wouldn’t go long, but…
“Hestia?” he called up the stairs. “I’m ready when you are.”