Fathers of Athena Konstantinos (Completed)

Slut

Athena's Pov

“I don't know what's wrong with dad. He can't just tell me not to go meet you.” Tristan grumbles.

“Don’t get mad about it. He’s saying what makes sense to him.”

“But still Thena, he can't force us away.”

“It's not like he’s against us, Tristan. He just wants me to bond with them until I'm here.”

“He knows you don't like them then isn't it better if I'm there to help you get through it rather than you suffering alone.”

“Honestly… I don't blame him.” I said and massaged my temple to soothe the pain in my head. “Grandpa also wants the same thing. Oliver is his best friend, he's gonna support him on this. They believe if I spend time with the great Konstantinos brothers, they're gonna want me.” I dryly chuckled.

Tristan sighed. “Once you're back home, everything will be fine again. I won't have to stay away from you anymore.”

It felt weird thinking how after just another fourteen days, they'll be gone from my life like they never existed. I'll be at peace again but it hurts to know they will be too.

They'll continue their routine like they used to, not bothering that there's a girl —the result of their mistake— that they have abandoned.

We'll be strangers… yet again.

“I miss you so much.” I mumbled into the phone.

“I miss you more than you can imagine.” He said with sadness. “But don't worry, I'll be there first thing in the morning, with chocolate and a flower.”

Since I started my periods back at eleven years of age, Tristan started bringing me one flower and one chocolate each month and that tradition has continued till this day.

“You’re really the best. I love you, love you, love you.” I kiss the microphone repeatedly for the dramatics. “Thanks for keeping me from killing my arrogant housemates.”

“Didn't know our life was being spared everyday.” I heard a voice from behind me.

I froze and mentally facepalmed myself. It's all my fault. Obviously someone will pick up on the worst part of my conversation if I do it sitting in the backyard at four am in the night.

When I turned around to face the person who wasn't supposed to overhear me. I could die from relief when I saw his calm face. Because I really didn't want an argument on the second day of my periods.

“Can I call you later?” I mumbled to Tristan.

He immediately gets the signal and asks, “Zephyr?” I mumble a ‘no’. “Ares?” I mumble a ‘yes’. “Good luck. Hopefully he didn't hear anything, if he did just lie. I'll be up if you need me.”

“Good night to you too.”

Ares keeps looking at me as I cut the call and put the phone beside me. His eyes were narrowed at me but he wasn't angry. I smiled at him in embarrassment and fiddled with my finger waiting for him to start the conversation.

“What’re you doing here so late?”

“Couldn't sleep.” 

“Any reason?”

“Cramps.”

He nods and comes closer. My eyebrows furrowed on their own when he gestured for me to move. I did so without thinking and he sat beside me on the blanket I had laid down on the grass.