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𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

QUOTE

"𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕤
𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜
𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕."
- 𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕥

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SONG

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕖
𝔹𝕪: 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕠𝕟

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☞︎𝕧𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘/𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕☜︎

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[ HAHAH YALL THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT THE MEET PFFF- MILOS WANTED A POV NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT LMFAO ]

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MILOS

"WHERE THE HELL IS everyone bro?"

Damian shrugged at his question, never taking his eyes off the TV.

"Damian, give me attention dude."

"Shut the hell up, he's about to propose."

"What movie even is that?"

"You don't need to know."

Milos huffed, flopping back on the comfy black comforters. He had come over to Damian's house after not being able to get in touch with Ilias; it's like his phone was turned off or something. He had been bored at his house all by himself, so he just wanted company. And if Damian wasn't going to give it to him, he knew exactly who would.

"I'm going to Olympus." He stated as he jumped off the California-size bed with renewed vigor.

"Bye bitch." Damian replied cattily.

Milos snorted, then left.

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"Goddamn it Eros, let me see him!"

"My love, I don't need you attacking him."

"He's not supposed to be here!"

"He's technically allowed anywhere, he's my son."

"He's not your son."

Milos snorted at that, taking a stand next to his father. "Mother-"

"I'm not your mother!"

"I know love, but I'm trying to calm you down. You're just stressed."

Psyche groaned before pressing a hand to her eyes and rubbing fiercely. "I just- I'm nervous."

Eros sighed in agreement before quickly sweeping up his wife in a hug. She went willingly, wrapping her legs around him, but her arms were harder to manage with the giant bulge in between the two of them.

"I can't even hug you properly." Psyche giggled in affection.

"You just need to hold on for one more month. Then these two will come." Eros replied, his golden arms easily being able to hold up the three beings in his arms.

Psyche was pregnant, probably like seven or eight months pregnant. Psyche was a pretty woman with chocolate brown hair and equally chocolate brown eyes. Her skin is a pale white, with freckles littering most of it.

Milos looked away from the display of affection between the two lovers and walked to their couch and plopped down.

He was currently at his father's house, and Psyche had freaked out at him being there. Now, Psyche usually doesn't care about him in a bad way. She usually can easily deal with having Milos around, she usually acts like what a mother would probably be like. But there are days when Psyche would suddenly realize how Milos had come into the world. His father, like so many other gods, cheated on their wives and went and had sex with any willing female.

Those days were the worst. It didn't matter where Milos was, Psyche somehow always managed to find him and she always tried to attack him. Eros tried to stop her, but she could always evade him.

Milos was sure that it must be hard having the bastard son of your cheating husband sauntering into her house whenever he pleased, but Milos liked to think of this place as his home too.

Milos wants a home- simply because he's never had one. He has a house, sure. But that doesn't mean it's automatically a home.

"Milos, there's something I want to show you." Eros spoke after Psyche jumped out of his arms and headed to the kitchen of the modern-style house.

Eros was a tall man, as most gods were, standing at about 6'3. He was mostly lean though, he had the body of a runner. His facial features rivaled those of Milos' grandmother, Aphrodite. They both had delicate features- although Eros' were a little more masculine- with fluffy blond hair and baby blue eyes. They both had straight, long noses and slightly thin lips. Aphrodite's true form was that, but every person saw her differently. How could she be the goddess of beauty if everyone's ideas of beauty differed?

"And what is that?"

Eros said nothing and led his only son upstairs to his office.

"What are we doing?" Milos asked, looking around since he's never been in this room.

Eros continued to say nothing and merely grabbed a piece of paper from the top of his desk.

"We need to discuss this. Now."

Milos took one glance at the paper. "Holy shit."

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SOMEONE JUST PUT THIS BOOK IN THEIR DDLG/BDSM LIBRARY LMFAOOO IF YOU THINK THIS BOOK ABOUT ALL THAT SHITTT- THINK AGAIN LUVVV

short chapter cause i'm b u s y and s o r e