Hecate chuckled at the age long "love" between Zeus and his wife. It had be become almost a joke among the other gods.
Yes having more children. Oh but what about the peace and quiet she enjoyed so much. Also the bearth... Gosh maybe not anymore this century...
When the baby began to fuss Hecate moved her hands around and out of the black shadow between her hands appeared a beautiful little rattle that floated over to the baby.
"There. That always worked with mine. What did you say her name was?"

"My little darling Kayci." He tells her with a bright smile, once Kayci had finished feeding he burped her again before she slowly drifted off to sleep. "What have you been up too?" He asked her leaning back against his throne letting her sleep, as he watched Hecate wondering what she had been up too, he had been away and had hardly spoken to anyone or eavesdropped on their fate, wanting to have something to talk about when he met them again, though he did keep an eye on anyone that seemed to be about to start another war it wasn't something he wanted at the moment.

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"Kayci? That's a lovely name. Who came up with that one? Not very Greek though, is it?" Hecate was still watching her, completely fascinated. What if she really should have another one of those little buggers? They were sooooo cute after all. But then they grow up, don't they. And then they get mad at you and blame you for everything and hate you for this and that. No thank you. Not right now at least.
"Oh, nothing much. I have been visiting the old country a lot lately... Feeling nostalgic and all... Causing some interesting sightings over there. The tourists loooove it. How about you? Who is her mother then?"

"I came up with it, I don't mind it not being really Greek." He tells her with a smile rocking Kayci, looking down at her with a look of wonder, he loved this little part of him with all his heart. and hoped she would never experience war and battle like the rest of his demi-god kids.

"Sounds interesting, and not much, wandering around the world having a break from war and here, and a mortal called Ella Smith, which is one of the reason's that Hera is going to get mad when she figures out that she is living with me and a demi-god."

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Oh dear, poor old Hera, Hecate thought. This would mean trouble for mighty Zeus, that much was for sure. Cows would be left everywhere and Olympus would once more be covered in cow poop.
A mortal. They were the worst sometimes. Noting but trouble. Always so fertile and 'blessed' with many children. One could never just have some fun with them. It was worsefor the female gods than for the male, however, since they actually had to give birth to the half bloods.
"And where is said mortal now?"

"Dead, she died giving birth to Kayci, which is one of the only reason's I took her. I would have left her there if her mother had been around to look after her but if she had been older and been mistreated I would have brought her back her and left her at camp, but her being so young I couldn't just leave her at camp to be looked after by a bunch of people when I could look after her, no matter what Hera says." He says, stroking Kayci's cheek absently, as she slept the thought of what could have happened to her in foster care or if her mother had lived and had an abuse boyfriend drifted through his mind.

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Hecate nodded. It was unable to think about the things that could happen to your children when you didn't care for them 24/7. Some of the things that had happened to hers under Zeus's law of not intervening were just too much to think about. Only having godly children was really worth it. Those were the only ones alive long enough to forgive you for all your stupid mistakes.
"Well, if you would like to avoid a clash with her I could work a little magic to shield your little girl from her sight. At least for a little."

"Sure, Can't hurt to put off Hera throwing a tantrum for as long as possible." He says with a snicker, thinking of the inevitable blow up that Hera would have, while he didn't mind the anger that she held towards him, the others often got angry at Zeus for the mischief and anger she caused the others with her tantrums. He always thought it was unfair of them, it was not his fault that she had forced him to marry her. While some may argue that it was he always denied it, which made some people mad and angry at him but he didn't care, it was Hera's fault that they were married so she brought it on herself.

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And here I am, working for Zeus, she thought. Sending mist when he was hiding with another mortal girl had been a almost daily activity in the old country. And all that because Zeus always had to have what wasn't his. He was a spoiled boy, used to being able to have anything he liked. Bored with his wife. Not the greatest of men really. At least that was her opinion.
But he was a great leader in many other ways. He had done much good for all of them and Hecate had sworn never to forget that.
"Well I will work on something so the rest of us wont have to deal with your marriage problems." she said with a grin.

"Sure sounds good." He tells her, placing the child into a bassinet that appeared beside his throne. "So anyone special in your life?" He asks her, after wracking his brains about what else they could talk about, he couldn't remember the last time they had spoken but he was horrible at talking to people without hitting on them. He didn't want to hit on Hecate because she was on of the people on his off limits list, and at the moment he wasn't looking for a fling he wanted something more permanent than that someone he could stay with for as long as they would have him.

Oh dear gods please let him not be hitting on me, Hecate thought. That would not turn out well. For her or him.
Hecate was done with secret affairs. At least with immortals. Or at least for a while. They never did turn out well.
Plus Zeus was on a absolutely not date list for her anyways. Not only because she could never do that to Hera, who had become some what of a friend to her, but also... It just wasnt worth it... All the struggle just to end in pain...
"Why you asking, my lord?"

"Curiosity." He tells her with a shrug, turning to look down at Kayci. "You know how I love to gossip, trust me there is no secret plan to check if your single or not, I'm not interested, no offence." He wondered what his other daughter, Araseli, was up too, he decided once he had finished speaking with Hecate, he hoped that he didn't run into Cassila he had a feeling that wouldn't end well for either of them but especially him, he was glad that she had found a husband but that did not mean he wanted to talk to the girl that himself and Jupiter had argued about constantly.

"None taken...!!" she said with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. Oh thank the gods, Hecate thought. At least that was not going to be a problem Hecate had to deal with. Now what was there to talk about? At least there would have been something talk about...
"Im not... seeing anyone that is... because you asked, you know..." ok now it had become awkward. Hecated hated awkward moments. Who didn't?
Now the only thing Hecate could think about was leaving. As fast as possible. and just not return. Not for at least 3 centuries. Which would be how it would work if there wasn't that stupid promise Hecate had made to him. Stupid helpers syndrome...
"Well, I should be getting on with...stuff. Yeah."

Lyndon appeared in the room dusting off his jacket looking around the room his eyes setting on Hecate which caused him to scowl deeply. Lyndon did not like the goddess, she was annoying and self serving for him. "Hecate." He said, unable to keep the sneer out of his voice, he walked over to his throne and took a seat crossing his legs and looking at her with barely hidden distaste. "What have you been up too?" He asked not really interested but he had to keep up the civil tone of there past meetings. "Popping out babies like usual?"

Hecate rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice. A second a go she would have given anything to get out of the awkward situation with Zeus, now she could hit herself repeatedly for that wish. Careful what you wish for, eh?

Lyndon that ungrateful, unforgiving little man. It was so pathetic of him to still hold a grudge against her for something that had happened soooo long ago. Hecate had stopped trying to make up for it or even think about it at least half as long ago. He was vindictive and that was it.

Calmly she turned to face him, and in a voice as sweet as honey she said,

"Yes, still everyone but yours Lyndon."