Achilles was running through the apartment to the kitchen as the baby was crying in the nursery. He was trying to heat up a bottle while the baby cried. Briseis got up and went to check on the baby. She picked her son up and tried to calm him down
"What is wrong my son? Is your father being bad again?"
Achilles returned with the bottle in hand and stopped at the sight of Briseis holding the baby. The baby was calming down. Achilles walked over to the two with the bottle.
"Daddy's a bit slow these days. I think he can't keep up with you"
"Daddy's new to all this"
Briseis reached and took the bottle from him.
"Did you test it?"
"What?"
"Give me your hand"
Achilles obeyed and Briseis squeezed the milk onto his wrist. He wondered what she was doing. She then gave the bottle to the baby who happily accepted it. Briseis smiled and then looked up at Achilles who was watching the both of them.
"You burp him"
After the baby was done feeding, Briseis handed him to Achilles, and then went back to bed. She was still tired. Achilles held onto the baby and looked down at his son. He had the same blue eyes as him. He would no doubt grow up and cause trouble. His eyes looked up at his father and his little infant hands reached up grabbed onto his father's golden locks. Achilles soon realized his son liked to play with his hair much like his mother.
Cmon keep reading, you're almost there! Isn't it cute to watch Achilles be all domestic?