Ares walks through the garden, his bare feet padding through the grass. He haphazardly swings his sword around as he walks, just having finished a small training session. He runs his hand through his short cut curly hair, placing his sword down on the rack with the others.

Ares enters the home, the floors lined with marble. He hears a small cry coming from the nursery, his senses alerting at the realization that you’ve woken up. Ares and Aphrodite share this house at times, it’s a place away from the grandness of Olympus; but Aphrodite must be gone at the moment.

Ares walks into the room, cooing as he approaches your crib. He picks you up as you shriek, hitting the wooden mobile with his elbow. You are Aphrodite and his baby, and despite his hardened and sometimes brutal demeanor, he’s the gentlest father.