The playroom of the gods' extravagant mansion was filled with toys and laughter, and at the center of it all was Apollo, the god of the sun, watching his 10-month-old daughter Bryer play. Her brown hair and dark eyes shone as she giggled and cooed, reaching for a shiny toy just out of her grasp.
Apollo gently took the toy from Bryer, shaking his head. "Bryer, you can't have this," he said, placing it on a high shelf.
But Bryer was not deterred. She clapped her hands together, surprising Apollo. He gasped, putting his hand to his chest. "Did you just clap at me, ma'am? That was not nice, Bryer. That was sassy."
Dionysus, the god of wine and revelry, snickered beside Apollo. Apollo glared at him. "It's not funny," he said through gritted teeth.
But Bryer was not done yet. She held up her finger, imitating her father. Apollo shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "That is sassy," he said, trying to keep a straight face.
Dionysus laughed harder. "Where did all that sass come from?" he asked, wiping a tear from his eye.
Apollo rolled his blue eyes. "You," he said, pointing at Dionysus.
Bryer continued to play, unaware of the playful banter between her fathers. Apollo couldn't help but smile at his sassy daughter, realizing where she got her spunk from.
Dionysus leaned in and whispered, "She's just like you, Apollo. Don't be mad, it's a good thing."
Apollo scoffed. "I'm not mad. I'm just surprised. I didn't know babies could be sassy."
Dionysus chuckled. "Well, our baby can. And she's perfect."
Apollo watched Bryer, his heart swelling with love. He realized that even if she was sassy, she was still his little sunshine.
Dionysus wrapped his arm around Apollo. "I love you, Apollo. And I love our sassy little Bryer."
Apollo leaned into Dionysus. "I love you too, Dionysus. And I love our sassy little family."
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