Kissing the crown of Leo's sleeping head she smiled fondly across the room at Paul as he tucked in Percy, calmly checking under her six year olds bed and the closet, she turned to switch the baby monitor on for Tyson.

She knew at two he was getting a little old for a monitor , an percy really didn't need to have his closet checked for the boogie man but she didn't mid indulging them and Paul just liked to play. She was glad Leo was sleeping because he always scoffed and called his foster brother a baby.

She let her gaze fall back to Leo. With his pull up visible above the waist band of his fire tuck PJ's he looked adorable, nothing like the little firecracker he usually was. Paul was the one who had suggested fostering him and the papers for the adoption had been finalised only a few weeks ago.

She wasn't sure what she would do without Paul. She had fallen in love with Poseidon when she was still in high school, he had been married to a women he didn't love, chosen by his father as a profitable match, but had sworn his love to Sally, promising her the sun and stars.

Of course she got pregnant he smiled and they continued as they were, Percy was born, her little miracle , looking exactly like his father.

Of course Amphitrite had found out and demanded they stop seeing each other, that Poseidon concentrate on their son Triton.

Sally had been lost, with a small boy and no degree she was stuck with odd jobs that paid terribly and begging free babysitting off friends.

And then Paul had walked into her life. Or crashed.

She had been working the street, handing out free candy when Paul had crashed into her chasing after his young niece who had seen her candy from a block away and had charged down the street.

Now six years on and she had two more boy's, a wedding ring and a college degree.

Finishing up with the boys she leant against Paul slipping her hand into his as they trailed down the hall in the dim light.

"A glass of wine and a massage?" He asked guiding her to the sofa.

In the end they didn't even pour the wine, and though Paul was eager to please the massage never happened. Raising three boys was tiring, writing books and teaching English more so.

She didn't remember anything more than sliding on to the sofa with Paul and letting her eyes rest.

She woke up to Tyson climbing on to her face and the sound of Percy and Leo arguing over who was the better super hero; Namor the prince of Atlantis or Ironman.

Blinking she jolted Paul who jerked up in surprise, Tyson went tumbling off the sofa and landed with a soft this into a fallen pillow, it didn't do much closer to calm his sobs.

Paul scooped the small boy into his arms and kissed her, I'll deal with him if you go separate the others.

Kissing him lightly she went to get the boys dressed.

So maybe dating an English teacher wasn't as glamorous as a Billionaire, and raising kids in an apartment wasn't nearly comfortable as a mansion with a team of Nannies.

But she loved her boys, and she wouldn't trade the four of them for all the world.