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On a beautiful evening, in the garden of the Pisces Temple, which was blooming with flowers and roses of all kinds and shapes, you two stood together.

Aphrodite held you close to him, your body pressed lightly against his. the touch of his hand gentle and soft as it hovered from the top of your back to the bottom, rubbing it softly.

“Just we two…” The Golden Saint spoke in a gentle voice, his tone loving and sincere, his smile soft and his caring gaze glued to your face. Aphrodite almost leaned in to give you a kiss, before he was stopped by the surprise of hearing a cute voice below him.

“Oo, that would be wonderful!” A small child appeared out of nowhere below you, his hands wrapped around your leg and his cheek pressed against the side of your knee.

“Three?” The knight spoke in a slightly confused tone, still looking surprised, genuinely wondering where this little guy had come from—he was sure he hadn’t seen any children around his temple, until he noticed another child holding onto your other leg.

“Four..?” He counted, before his eyes caught another one. “Five?!” The blue-haired knight exclaimed in a surprised tone, shock written all over his expression.

Seeing three children he didn’t know at all clinging to your legs with big, excited smiles on their faces made Aphrodite blink several times, trying to take in the whole situation.