Leo and Calypso are 42, each. Zoë is 12. Samuel is 10.

The day was suppose to be like any other day. Another boring and ordinary day.

For Zoë, it was anything but that.

She heard the alarm clock screaming away and she heard her brother Samuel running for the bathroom, boasting about how he won Zoë the right to go first to the bathroom. She also heard her Mom telling Samuel to stop boasting and that he should hurry. She also heard how her Mom woke her Dad, who had fallen asleep on the workshop again.

She could hear perfectly. But she couldn't get up from bed. She couldn't even move from a fetal position in bed, as it hurt too much. She hated to do the following, but there was no other option.

"Mooom!" she croaked with her morning voice "Mommy!" she tried, a little desperate. She could feel the tears wanting to go out. The pain in her stomach was unbearable.

"Zoë? What are you still doing in bed?" Calypso was on her daughter's room the second she called her. It was unusual that Zoë wasn't the first one on the bathroom or to have breakfast. And, the seconds that she saw her curled up in bed, she knew exactly what was happening.

"Mom, hurts a lot..." Zoë complained, curling even more in her spot. Calypso was all business now, as she pulled the sheets off Zoë's body before walking to the bedroom's door.

"Valdez! Put some water to boil and prepare the warm pads! Samuel, you better get out of the bathroom now!" Calypso shouted around the apartment. One could hear the feet shuffling around the floor, rushing from one side to the other. While Calypso returned to Zoë's side and stroke her back, Leo appeared on the door, like if he had run a marathon.

"Is it time? Sunshine, please tell me is not the time..." Leo almost begged, but the sight of his only daughter curled up in bed, had him to tears "Oh, gods..."

"Valdez, unless you can keep your composture, go tell Samuel that you're taking him to school today..." Calypso spoke, not once, stopping her hand from soothing their daughter. Zoë didn't understand a word of what they were saying, but she was a little grateful when her Dad was gone from the room "C'mon, Zoë... You have to go to the bathroom and take a shower..."

"But, Mom... Hurts to move..." Zoë reminded her, trying to spread her legs straight.

"I know, my star... But it would hurt more if you don't..." she explained. It was obvious that Zoë wasn't understanding what was happening fully or didn't expect to be this way "Sweetheart, you're having your period for the first time..." That made Zoë pay attention, but she immediately burst into tears for no reason at all. Calypso had her quickly wrapped in her arms "There, there..."

"Why it hurts so much...?" she wondered, trying to stop crying on her Mom's shoulders.

"It hurts some women more than others and, sometimes, it hurts more one days than others..." Calypso tried to explain, pulling a little back "C'mon... You're taking a shower before coming back to bed... Warm things on your stomach help sooth the ache..." she pulled her up, patiently and wrapped her arms around her body, while taking her to the bathroom.

"Why can't I stay, but Zoë can? Is not fair!" Zoë heard her brother complain, before getting in the shower.

After the shower, Zoë had put on her fluffiest PJ and was curled up in bed before having breakfast, her Mom by her side forcing her to finish everything. When she finished, Calypso gave her a pill to sooth some of the cramps. After that she took a nap.

When she woke up again, it was almost lunch time and she felt a little sore all around her body. She looked around her room and wondered what time it was. Her nightstand's clock showed it was 11:57am. Lunch time. Before she had the opportunity of taking the covers off, her Mom appeared on the door.

"You're awake... How you feel now?" Calypso wondered to her, sitting down on her bed with her.

"Everything is sore... But I feel no pain... And I'm hungry!" she admitted the last part, making her Mom chuckle.

"That's a good sign. Whenever you feel down and you're hungry, you're feeling better..." Calypso told her "Are you up to have lunch in the kitchen with me? Your Dad won't come near us, as he's still processing that 'his little baby girl is not a baby anymore'" she quoted her husband, shaking her head. Only him would get emotional because of a period.

"Um, Mom... Can I ask something?" When Calypso nodded, Zoë took a deep breath "Shouldn't I bleed or something?" The question was made barely above a whisper, but Calypso heard it and looked at Zoë, seriously.

"Just pain, no bleeding?" she checked, earning a nod from Zoë "I don't know how exactly how they call them, but I called them 'pre cramps' pains..."

"Who are 'they', Mom?"

"You know how I'm not exactly from here and now, don't you?"

"Dad's favorite bed time's story"

"Well, I was alone for so long, I had to create some kind of 'syllabus' of my own..." Calypso explained to her daughter "As I was the daughter of a Titan before turning mortal, if I chose to not have pain, I didn't have to bear it..."

"You could 'turn it off', somehow?"

"Somehow... Of course, when your father rescued me, he was the least appropriate for this kind of things, so I had to go talk to your Aunts Piper and Annabeth... Not exactly a very good experience for neither of us..."

"How so, Mom?"

"Well, your Aunt Annabeth gave me books and many documental to see, while your Aunt Piper was even more embarrass, as she was raised by a man and she learnt everything at school... In short, I think you had the best experience of us all..." Zoë chuckled a little, imagining the situation "I only regret not going to your Aunt Reyna... Maybe she had a better experience..."

"With Aunt Hylla? I doubt it, Mom!"