Three months later
"And I'm telling you right now, dad, that if you want to ever see these babies, you'll stop sending my mates to the Underworld for a cooling off' period. That shit is getting old," I said as I waddled into the hospital built for gods and demi-gods.
He chuckled beside me. "But, bubbles, they deserved it. Crowing like they built Olympus bare handed. They were getting on your Circle's nerves. I could tell." He said as he lifted me into the bed.
"Bring them back, dad. Now." I glared at him. Even though, on the inside, I was smiling like a loon. This was the type of relationship I'd always dreamed of having with a father.
He sighed, a smirk still pulling at his mouth. With a snap, my three mates stumbled into the room.
"Damn it, Apollo," Saint said as he flicked his shirt. "Cerberus almost got me that time."
My dad's head tipped back as he laughed and laughed.
The babies inside me loved that sound. They kicked at my belly.
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