Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Homicide

Athena's Pov

“...and then Zephyr said, you stupid ass bitch your grandpa has been meeting us behind your back all those years and you didn't have any idea about it.”

Tristan narrowed his eyes on me. “Are you sure that's the exact words he used?”

“Almost,” I said seriously. “You won’t believe it but I'm filtering his filthy language for your virgin ears. I swear he said worse than that.”

“I don't know about that,” He brought his hand up to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. “But I know if Zephyr had called you a ‘stupid ass bitch’ then Morpheus would’ve brought you back home by now.”

“Well… even if he didn't use the same exact words, the meaning and emotions behind them was the same as I'm explaining to you.” I said playing with a zip on his jacket.

“So when Ares said ‘hoe, you're not getting married so young’ and Hades said ‘you beggar, we pay your bill, you do as we tell you’. Was that what they said or what they meant?”

“It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm hurt.” I move forward on his lap to hug him.

He instantly brings his hands to my ass and lifts me up so I sit on his stomach and not his crotch. I smile, bringing my arms around his shoulders and back.

He’s always such a gentleman. While with anyone else I would’ve thought they were hiding a boner, I know Tristan is just being respectful.

Whenever I straddle him, he either sits me on his thighs —closer to knees— or his stomach. And each time he strokes my back so gently that it calms down any emotions I'm feeling.

“I know, amorcito.” He whispers, not breaking the peace of the room.

Amorcito. I don't remember when he started calling me that. Maybe when we were graduating middle school? But I love the nickname.

I had to ask him what it meant but he kept avoiding the question for days saying it was just a slip of tongue. But in the end I googled it and the disbelief on his face was so cute to ever forget.

Since then he started using it more often and I stopped pointing it out because I love when he calls me that. It's adorable.

His father's part Spanish and Latin while his mother is half German and Latin so Tristan always ends up calling me a bunch of different endearments in each language that he knows but this one is the most special one.

Whenever someone hears him call me “little love” they think something’s going on between us but it's just that people aren't used to platonic friendships.

“I don't know if I wanna talk to grandpa again.” I mumble.

“You know he loves you more than anything in this world right?” I hum at the question. “So why can't you forgive him for something he did because he thought it was the best for you.”

“But he lied and made fake promises. He said we would never ever meet them or keep any relationship with them and it turns out he was the one keeping contact with those man whores.” I grumbled.

“But he regrets it now and I'm sure he won't do it again… you gotta think from his side too, Thena.”

I just hummed, not helping the conversation so he rested his back against the couch and moved me on him to see my face. I didn't meet his eyes because I really wasn't in a mood to argue right after I got the biggest betrayal of my life.

“Don't you meet a thousand people that Morpheus doesn't want you to? But does he ever stop talking to you? Does he say you betrayed him?”

“It's different when I do it…”