Daughter of Hera

A/N: Heya all you wonderful people out there! Thanks so much for the views though I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THE REVIEWS! But I am happy about how well received my story is! I seriously did not expect this: I totally thought I'd be getting loads of hate mail but… THANKS GUYS! I hope you're happy with the whole daughter part coming soon. I planned on making it a bit longer but people requested me to make it faster so that's what I did! Also, if any of you are following a story called 'Persephone all over again' by MoB24 then I want to let you know that she discontinued it and has allowed me to adopt it. I'll be editing it a bit and posting it soon!

Disclaimer: oh I wish…

Four years later:

"Okay Jay, let's make a deal. We'll do the cookies first, you can watch a SpongeBob tape and then, bed. Is that all right?" Francois bargained.

"Okay daddy. Now come on and make the cookies, or we'll miss the show!" At four years old, little Jayda was the apple of her father's eye. She had him wrapped around her little finger and didn't she know it. She also used it to her fullest advantage.

He picked her up and put her on his shoulders and made his way to the kitchen. He put her on the table where she could see everything and began pulling out various boxes and packets while Jayda imperiously pointed her chubby little fingers at the packs.

"Daddy you forgot the chocolo-choca-choco-"

"Chocolate."

"Yeah that, you forgot the chocolate chips, no not those! Those- to the left. Yes!"

He mixed the batter expertly, handing it to her and waiting while she tasted a small spoonful and nodded. He quickly spooned it into the tin, set the temperature and popped it in. then he turned to his daughter. "Bath-time sweetheart, off we go." She let herself be picked up and carried to the bathroom, where he had filled a small bathtub with warm water. He quickly pulled off her dress and put her in, squealing and shrieking. He washed, soaped and rinsed her then let her play for a while he checked on the cookies. He got her out (finally!) and dried her. He buttoned on her favorite purple pajamas and brought her downstairs, clutching Pecky, her toy peacock. Plopping her on the couch in front of the TV, he got her a sippy cup of milk and a cookie and made himself a coffee.

He then sat down resignedly and prepared for twenty-five minutes of SpongeBob SquarePants.

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Francois looked up from his magazine at 6:20 and saw that Jayda had fallen asleep with Pecky clutched in her hands and a peaceful expression on her face. He smiled and turned off the TV, picking her up and taking her to her room next to his. It was a nice space, not too big, with a comfy bed, good enough for a few more years, a cupboard, dresser and toy chest. It had windows on two sides and was now shining with the last rays of the sun. He set her down on the bed and tucked her in, not even trying to take away her toy. He kissed her forehead and was about to leave when a sleepy "Daddy?" was heard. He turned to her. "Why do I have a belly-button?"

"I-I'll tell you tomorrow, Jay." He tried to stifle his laughter, correctly assuming it would not be taken well by the toddler.

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise. Good night sweetheart."

"'Night daddy."

He turned out the light, leaving her night-light on and crept to his room.

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Two years later:

Francois had just tucked in his six-year old daughter and was turning to leave when he was called again. "Daddy?"

"You still haven't told me why I have a belly-button."

"Good night sweetheart."

"Good night daddy." She was too tired to argue.

Francois smiled and was heading down the stairs to the living room when the bell rang. He opened it to find someone standing on the doorstep.

"Philia?"

"Hello Francois." She smiled sadly.

"It's been a long time. Come in and have a seat." He ushered her in and poured two mugs of coffee, sitting on the kitchen island and handing one to her.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come before. I didn't tell any of the Olympians about Jayda but there have been developments which have delayed my visit."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Thank you. So, how is she?"

"She's good. Going to school now, first grade. She got into a fight the other day with some kid and punched him right in his nose. She obviously inherited your fiery temper." He chuckled mischievously. She laughed with him and chatted about life.

"Daddy?" A small voice enquired. Both heads turned to the little finger huddled under a blanket with a stuffed toy hanging off the end, one's face filling with concern and one's with an indescribable emotion.

"Yes honey?" Francois walked to her and picked her up.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll take you up and tuck you in again, all right?" She nodded and turned to Hera. "Who are you?" "Honey, it's not nice t-"

"I'm Philia." She got up and walked over to the little girls. "What's your name?"

"I'm Jayda." Then she added, "I like you, pretty lady. Good night!" She touched Hera's cheek before being carried away by her father, leaving her utterly gob-smacked and with an unexplainable expression on her face, comical to look at.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter people! I promise, more in a few hours, check back soon! Please review!