Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Bloodchella

My feet approached me to the bed slowly, being careful not to make any loud sounds; the last thing I want to do is scare a little girl.

My eyes analyzed the room and there were books on the shelves with titles in English "Hi," I softly said kneeling by the bed. "My name is Arabella, what's your name?" No answer; my eyes spotted an albino octopus knitted plush on the bed "You like octopuses? Wow, my son loves octopuses too; he wants to be one when he grows up. What do you want to be when you grow up?"

She stopped trembling "I-I want to be a paintel," it's so cute when babies can't pronounce a letter.

"That's wonderful, sweetheart," I'm not touching the bed; that's her safe place and I have no right to breach it. "Have you ever painted with your fingers?"

"No," she whispered softly.

"Would you like to?"

Chiara slowly lifted up the blanket showing me her gorgeous face; green eyes, light brown hair, long eyelashes, plump lips and a button nose with freckles peppered all over it "Yes..."

"Can you take my hand, baby?" I offered her my hand. The girl climbed off the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly.

"My name is Chiala," she whispered into my ear softly.

"Nice to meet you, Chiala," a weak giggle left her mouth.

•Apollo DiStefano•
•2 months later•

I beat the motherfucking doctor clock, motherfuckers. What a god, what a star.

"Baby, stop it," my wife giggled pushing me away.

"No," I stood behind her and placed my hands on top of her belly button. "How's my baby girl in there?"

"She's been moving around a lot," my wife gazed up at me.

"She knows her mamma is excited for today," he pecked the back of my right ear. "Pappa is horny, can we fuck before work?"

"No," she turned around "I've been waiting way too long for this."

"Ugh, it can wait another hour," I whimpered weighing her breasts. "They look so fucking good."

"Apollo," she slapped my hands away. "Let's go," my wife walked past me.

We took the elevator down to the dungeon "And torturing is not work; it's a hobby."

"Of course it is, you're the devil," I stated.

"And are you Persephone?"

"Of course I am, don't you see how much I've gotten into plants this past month? I am practically the queen of spring," a duh tone took over my voice.

"But you're the one who sort of kidnapped me to get married."

"Haven't you heard? Women are taking over the world," my eyes met hers with a big smile on my lips.

"It's about damn time," Arabella laced her arms around my neck. "I'm so lucky to have a man like you."

"I wasn't this man before you; you're the reason why I'm a better man every day," my lips met hers in a soft kiss. "I love you, Marquesa."

"I love you, Laurelio."

That's when you know someone is the love of your life; you don't get mad when they call you by your least-favorite name.