The delivery room of Mount Olympus' hospital was bustling with activity as Hephaestus and Ares sneaked a peek at the bassinet, their eyes wide with anticipation. Hera, still recovering from childbirth, noticed their expressions and asked, "Is she alright?"
Hephaestus and Ares exchanged nervous glances before assuring her that the baby was in perfect health. Hera sighed in relief and asked the nurse to hand her the baby. As she removed the hat, a shock of curly red hair was revealed, causing gasps of surprise from the room.
Zeus entered the room, equally surprised by the rare hair color and light blue eyes. He shared a moment of awe with Hera, realizing their daughter's unique beauty. The rest of the gods started to enter the room, bringing gifts for the baby.
Hera looked through the gifts, noticing Aphrodite's present last. Aphrodite, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she took in the baby's superior beauty. Hera opened Aphrodite's gift, a golden rattle, with a playful smile.
"Thank you, Aphrodite. It's just what she needed - another shiny toy to distract her from your mediocre looks," Hera said, causing the room to fill with laughter. Aphrodite couldn't help but blush as Hera continued, "But don't worry, my dear. She'll grow out of it. Or not. Who knows?"
Aphrodite, trying to keep her composure, said, "I'm sure she'll be a great beauty, just like her mother."
Hera smiled, "Yes, but with her father's temper. Let's hope she inherits more of my diplomacy."
The room erupted in laughter once again, and Aphrodite couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. But she quickly pushed it aside, knowing that she was still the goddess of love and beauty, and that her own beauty was beyond compare.
As the gods continued to celebrate the arrival of the newest addition to their family, Hera couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. She knew that her daughter was destined for great things, and she would do everything in her power to ensure that she grew up to be a strong, controlling, and direct woman, just like her mother.
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