He is going to be upset that I didn’t tell him what I was thinking. That is the only thought going through my mind as I rush back to the God Complex. I don’t know why I am reacting like this. We only spoke about this idea. I guess I am just nervous about his reaction. He is the love of my entire immortal life. If I lose him because of this, I don’t know what I will do.

Everything goes by in a blur, and before I know it, I am in the elevator pressing the button to the 69th floor. My heart races in my chest. What is he going to say?

The elevator doors open, and I make my way into our residence. Hedone is walking out of her room as I enter the living room. Din, Las, and Duck hang around her legs. She looks up from her phone to me. Instantly, her face morphs into concern. Do I really look that worried?

Miteras?” she asks me.

I give her a small smile before hiding the bag behind my back. I didn’t even think about how my daughter would respond to the possibility.

“H-hello, Kori,” I stutter.

Hedone tries to look at what is behind my back, but I move to hide it. I can not explain this to her. Besides, it might not be what I think it is. I don’t want to have her worrying about it for nothing.

“What’s wrong?” she asks. “What are you hiding?”

Gods, she is just like me. Always asking questions. Always curious. I love that about my daughter, but right now…not so much.

“Adult things, Kori. I will explain it when you are older,” I answer.

“I am older,” she whines.

I kiss the top of her head. “Watch some T.V. I will be out in a bit.”

Before she has the chance to say anything else, I go into my bedroom and head straight to the bathroom. Placing the bag on the counter, I grab the item I so desperately tried to hide from my husband. A pregnancy test. I should have just told him the truth. I grip the box in my hand, my breathing becoming quicker. There is a chance I am pregnant. Since Eros and I have been back together, we haven’t been using any protection. None at all. We should have been prepared for this possibility.

Unwrapping the package, I use the test and place it on the counter. It takes fifteen minutes before the results appear. So, I do what anyone else does when waiting for results. I pace the bathroom. My mind is spinning with different scenarios that could happen after this. Eventually, the timer on my phone goes off, and I grab the test. An audible gasp escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth. My eyes begin to water when I hear a knock at the door.

“Aren?” It’s Eros.

There is a lump in my throat. “Yes?”

“Are you alright?” he asks me.

I rest the side of my body against the wall, my heart racing. “I don’t…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Aren. We can…we can try again.” His voice sounds shaky.

I look over at the door, a tear rolling down my cheek. “Lykos…”

“We can try as many times as you want.” Eros laughs wetly from the other side of the door.

Although, I’m not feeling sad anymore. He is going to be okay with this. I open the door, holding out the test for him. He doesn’t look at it. Instead, he kisses my tears. “It’s okay, Aren.”

More tears roll down my face. “Lykos…I’m pregnant.”

He pauses for a moment, an array of emotions flying across his face. From happy to confused to concerned. “And…you don’t wish to be?”

I shake my head. “I-I was scared you’d be upset.”

His brows furrow. “Upset? How could I be upset about having more of you?”

I smile brightly, my heart fluttering in my chest. “S-so you’re happy?”

He laughs. “I don’t think you comprehend how much I love you. I will love to have kids with you. As many as you want because each one of them will be a part of you. More of you to love.”

I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips hard against his. Gods, I love this man. He is so perfect. We kiss for a few minutes before he pulls away.

“Oh, I have something for you,” he says, letting me go. Eros reaches into a bag beside him, pulling out a small golden baby blanket. He holds it out for me, and I take it into my hands. It is softer than the clouds of Olympus. More tears roll down my cheeks, but they aren’t sad tears. They are tears of joy.

“It’s from my mother. She wrapped Din and me in it,” he says.

I bite my lip, looking up at him. “It’s perfect. I love it.”

“Yeah? You’re…you’re happy?” he asks me, pressing his forehead against mine.

I smile brightly, all the anxiety gone. “I am so happy.”

His hands drop to my waist, pulling me into his chest. “If you thought me overbearing before…”

I rub my nose against his. “I would expect nothing less.”

Eros lifts me into his arms, bringing us over to the bed. “We’re going to have to pick a nursery. And tell Thavsma.”

He lays me on the bed, and I put the test on the dresser. Eros crawls into bed beside me, pulling me into his chest. I am slightly shaking from the excitement and nerves of the news.

“Yes, we will,” I say.

“We…we will have to be careful when we tell her.” 

“You’re right.”

He kisses my forehead. “I always am. We can take a nap and then we’ll tell her. I’ve been sleeping more.” He stretches his arms in the air, yawning. “Since soooomeeeeone couldn’t keep her nose out of my dreams.”

I giggle, crawling on top of him. “Oh?”

He smirks wickedly at me, his hands dropping to my hips. “Yes. Some nosey little twice-born goddess.”

“I am not nosey!” I protest.

He laughs. “Oh? You’re not?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Not one bit.”

“You are the nosiest.” He laughs again, kissing my nose.

I giggle again. He is right, though. I am a curious girl. A curious girl that has a mischievous husband. “I love you, Eros.”

He rolls, pinning me underneath him. “And I love you.” His hand drifts down, covering my stomach. “And our children.”

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