The sound of children's laughter filled the house, like a storm in his mind. Ares paced nervously back and forth, his fists clenched as he watched Eros flying through the room, shooting love arrows everywhere; Harmonia running from side to side, organizing everything with an unshakable calm that contrasted with the chaotic atmosphere; Phobos and Deimos causing havoc, running and shouting, completely immersed in their own world of chaos.

"I told you," you thought, watching Ares from the threshold of the room. "I warned you. I didn’t want kids, we already had enough madness in our family. I wanted freedom, but you insisted…”

Ares looked at you, frustrated, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and exhaustion. "Don't talk to me like that," he growled, realizing that the responsibility of being a father was much harder than he had imagined. "I knew what I was doing. I wanted to build something bigger. But this…" His voice trailed off as he watched the twins, Phobos and Deimos, pulling one prank after another. "I have no idea how to deal with them. How is it possible that two kids can be so... unpredictable?"