Poseidon POV
I woke up to the sound of heaving at 6:30 in the morning. The light is on and the door of the bathroom slightly ajar as the sounds of someone vomiting drifts to my ear. I rub the sleep away from my eyes before heading to the kitchen but not before passing by the living room where my sons, Agenor, Belus and Atlas have spread sleeping bags on the floor. Aquanius and Triton are huddled in the sofa comfortably.
They decided to stay up late to have a movie marathon about something like Sherlock Holmes, that is still playing in the flat screen television with popcorns and treats scattered around. I will kick their asses later for sleeping in a dirty place. Theseus and Prometheus are probably in the guest room sleeping soundly.
After retrieving a glass of clean water, a t
