Life As A Single Dad

Sparrow's old fic that she thought no one liked but I've now gotten permission to recreate it :3 Excuse the crap writing. I hope you enjoy it a lot. TATN / Thalia! 00:47, March 10, 2010 (UTC)

P.S Any of those caught not enjoying will be shot.

Chapter One.
I sat with my back to the wall as my three year old daughter played in front of me. I ran my fingers through my dark hair and took a deep breath. Her shrieks of joy had already compromised my hearing.

"Quiet down, Maria." I ordered, shutting my eyes tight.

"Why, daddy?" Maria asked, coming up to me and giving me a cute smile.

"Because... I said so."

She continued squealing and playing with Barbies. I had to close my eyes and look away before more pain shrouded my heart. She looked almost exactly like her mother.

Allison Lucy Victor. Ally had always liked going by her middle name, Lucy. But between her and I, it had been Ally.

Ally had left me some time ago. We had gotten in an argument. A really loud and painful argument. The mere thought of it screwed me up. It made my heart yearn and ache for the love I had felt close weeks before.

I had no idea where Ally was now. Had she joined the Titans? Had she been killed and eaten by hungry and vain monsters?

Somehow, the thought of her death was soothing. In a way, I mean, watching another demigod die is hard. Especially when it's someone you love.

Another deafening squeal rang out. I covered my ears with a wince. Ouch.

"Maria! Please, be quiet!" I nearly snapped.

"Sowwy daddy." Maria murmured as she walked off to her room. I sighed and went to make sure she wasn't trying to kill herself.

Maria was now sitting quietly next to Liam, her twin brother. Liam was playing Mythomagic.

The kid sure takes after his dad. Except for the fact that he has hazel eyes instead of brown. Liam was so lucky as to have all of the figurines.

Little did my children know that what they were playing was real. Well, they did know, but they didn't.

It was complicated. Let's just leave it at, they have no idea what religion is.

I looked over my children until I got tired of standing. We lived in an apartment building and got noise complaints all the time.

I went to go watch the news to pass the time. Fun. Let's listen to depressing stories. Ugh, shoot me now.

On my way to the small room that's supposedly a living room, the speaker rang. It was probably Luke or Annabeth here to look after my kids while I went to work.

I realized it was nearly time for work. I just needed to get changed and be on my way. (A/N:: I would write shave but the thought of Nico shaving makes me sick... No offence to puberty.)

I went over to the speaker, took a breath and spoke. "Yeah, who is it?"

"Nico?" A familiar female voice replied. "It's good to here your voice again. Let me in?"

"Ally?!"