[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Atlanta South RV Resort -- Atlanta, Georgia
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	[color=#EEE8AA]"I believe full term pregnancy is 37 weeks, which means nine months superstar, not eight,"[/color] Ezekiel corrected Kristin. He had no problems agreeing that mothers were warriors when it came to birth. No, Ezekiel's problem was being handed responsibility that wasn't his in the first place. Leda wanted to bring the kid along, as far as he was concerned, this was her task. Driving for four or five hours straight aside. 
	Ezekiel grabbed the bag from Kristin and shrugged off her touch. He hated being patronized, right up there with having to make small talk. [color=#EEE8AA]"Sure Kristin, whatever you say,"[/color] he said when she mentioned diaper duty apparently being in his wheelhouse. Ezekiel shifted out the diapers, finding a pad as well to lay the baby on so he didn't have to lay on the cold, dirty picnic table and made quick work of wiping him down and putting on a clean diaper. Ezekiel didn't even gag during the process. 
	Before he had arrived at Camp Half-Blood, the neighbourhood Ezekiel lived in had many children and surprisingly, Ezekiel tended to be the more responsible one. When the mothers went to work during the night hours or on weekends, Ezekiel was responsible for them. The girls didn't know this of course and Ezekiel wasn't about to share with them either. 
	He redressed the little cyclopes baby before picking him back up and followed Leda to the pond. [color=#EEE8AA]"Fresh and ready for hopeful transport."[/color] He wasn't sure how nice this Naiad would be. As far as he knew from history, they were pretty vain creatures and didn't do much for anyone unless it furthered them and their status in some way.