"Ow good lord Hermoine come on!" Hermès gently grabbed the little hand that was tagging aggressively on his hair, "Apollo I think your daughter doesn't like me very much."
Hermonie chuckled and cooed seemingly enjoying Hermès' expression of suffering.
"On the contrary brother I think Hermoine is quite fond of you," Apollo mocked him, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the site of uncle and niece.
Hermoine had grown so much in the two months, and as she grew she looked more and more like her mother, one of the reasons why he loved his little girl so much.
"Alright bring her here let me get her ready."
Hermes gave the little golden eyed baby to her father and sat down on the bed, "How long are you going to be away?"
"Just for a few days," Apollo spoke as he inspected the the diper in his hand. He placed it on the bed and placed Hermoine on top of it, "this is how it's supposed to be right?"
