16- Leonidas

It felt extremely uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable in a way that confused him because he knew that some hours ago, he did not have any problem riding to the great beyond or any beyond with his Father but now...

His heart thumped and his hands were sweaty, his hair stuck to his face and he kept tapping his hands on his crossed legs, but away from his Father's eyes to avoid any scrutiny.

Their ride was quiet, but not the sort of quiet they had left in, the quiet that was pregnant with words that should be said before the moment passed.

And thankfully, Leonidas was not the one who had to give birth.

"Did you talk to her?" Dimitris' voice was in low as he spoke, his eyes on his son who looked up at him with confusion before sitting up.

"Yes." Leonidas said, the memory striking something in his guts that made him gulp in and say, "I did not see her Mother."

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