"Honey..." Poseidon grit out, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at you. From where you laid on the bed, with your face half buried in a pillow, he would've looked intimidating towering over you. If only he weren't wearing a stained apron.

"Get up for work. Now." He hissed in a low voice. "Don't make me drag you out again, you hear me?"

He tilted his head. "Are you even listening?"