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[wayward_dad]

John had spent the previous afternoon building a large archery butt. He positioned it out behind the hut, careful in its positioning so as to not face it in the direction of any neighbors. While there was already an archery butt course on the island, John had figured that he and the boys would get enough use out of this one to make it worth their

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[blessed_by_god]

Sharon came up the path to John's hut, wet strands of hair plastered along her cheeks. She was carrying an equally dripping Hera in her arms, head tucked in the crook of Sharon's neck.

"John," Sharon said, a smile in greeting. "You are quite possibly my hero. Do you think Hera can catch a quick nap at your place? We were swimming, but when I set up our lunch she fell fast asleep." She'd been kind of dreading the long walk back home with a sleeping two year old in her arms.

[wayward_dad]

Hearing her familiar voice, John turned on his heel, the target now at his back. He hadn't seen Sharon in a while, but she looked just as she had the last time. Good.

Catching sight of a sleeping Hera in her arms, damp ringlets plastered to her tiny forehead, John found himself grinning. "Yeah." Rubbing at his chin, he nodded. "Yeah, let's set her up inside."

[blessed_by_god]

"Thanks," Sharon said, relieved. She gave John a nice long look before following him inside.

"Where do you want her?" she asked, hefting Hera a little higher in her arms.

[wayward_dad]

John thought about that for a split second, then held up a hand. "Wait here," he instructed, and then disappeared into his room. While at first glance nothing appeared to be dangerous for a toddler, it was a far cry from the truth. He quickly set about removing weapons and other things Hera shouldn't get into, placing them in a locked trunk he kept stored in a well-disguised pit beneath his bed.

"Bring her in here," he called.