(NOTE FROM WRITER: This is a story inspired by the Percy Jackson, the storyline is mine but the set up was originally from the writer of PJO, by the way this novel was written for fun and not money. And no, despite the implications of the title. THIS WORK CONTAINS NO 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT, THANK YOU FOR READING)
Jameson lived a happy life, despite the fact there was not much to be happy about. This was because of music, he loved it, adored it and whenever he heard it his mood would instantly boost, wether it's was classical music and pop to rock and hip-hop.
And so, all he dreamed of was to be a musician, he grew up as nothing but a boy who wanted to sing, he worked hard, despite the protests of his parents and got a scholarship to a university of arts. There he met her, Alina, a freckled blonde beauty, the one who would change his life...
Just after his coarse he would take on the world, his practiced voice immediately reaching millions, his handsome face on thousands of billboards, and as soon as he was on top of the world and ready to take it on with Alina... she vanished. She was missing for almost a year now in fact, leaving Jameson in complete darkness with his newfound fame.
Jameson awoke, hearing a doorbell, and opened the door to see a baby asleep in a golden basket with blue cushioning. He'd pick the basket... he would look at the baby's face, a mix of his dark skin and slick curly hair and a jaw dropping beauty that couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's...
"ALINA! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!!" he shouted desperately, setting the basket on the table of his kitchen and rushed out in his morning robe, looking everywhere uselessly for his missing lover.
He eventually gave up, walked back in with a sigh, walked back into his kitchen and picked up a note in the basket, 'Dear Jameson, it's me Alina... I'm sorry, but I can't stay with you or our child... I am connected to people, higher than what you could even comprehend, people that could squash you like bugs if they found out about us, I want to be with you right now, but I can't guarantee your safety if I do... and so, as much as it pains me, goodbye my love, and take good care of Eric.' Jameson scoffed, more out of hurt than nonchalance, crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bin nearby.
He would sit on the table and sobbed for an hour, looking back on the times he'd had with Alina, from the tender cuddles to the bitter arguments, how he wanted it all back. Afterwards he'd turn up some music to lift his spirits a bit, then he'd look back into the basket and pick up his new son.
"Eric huh... you need something interesting middle... 'Eric Anthony Williams'... got a nice ring, doesn't it my boy?" He says softly, voice hoarse from crying as he booped the baby's nose playfully. Eric giggled, and Jameson chuckled, his heart starting to start up again.