The first rays of sunlight began to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Brigitte, the pink-haired goddess of joy and fun, lay in bed next to her partner, Apollo. She turned to him, a determined expression on her face, as she placed a hand on her hip.
“Apollo, I’ve been thinking,” Brigitte said, her voice full of conviction. “It’s time for Solace to start sleeping in his own bed.”
Apollo, the muscular and handsome god of the sun, groaned and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the early morning light. “Do we have to, Brigitte? He’s just a baby.”
Brigitte rolled her eyes playfully. “He’s not a baby anymore, he’s one year old. And I, for one, am tired of waking up with a toddler sleeping between us.”
Apollo chuckled and sat up, running a hand through his blond hair. “Fine, fine. I’ll help you put him in his own bed.”
The two of them got out of bed and made their way to Solace’s room. They tuck him in and said goodnight, but as they were leaving, Solace started to cry. Brigitte sighed and went back to the bed, picking Solace up and rocking him back to sleep.
“See, this is why he needs to sleep in his own bed,” she said to Apollo, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
Apollo nodded, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll let him sleep in his own bed.”
Brigitte smiled and thanked him, but as she was about to leave the room, she heard a soft snoring coming from Apollo’s direction. She turned to see him fast asleep, a tuff of Solace’s curly blonde hair peeking out from under the covers.
Brigitte couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head. “Apollo, we agreed he would sleep in his own bed,” she said, poking him gently in the arm.
Apollo stirred and opened his eyes, looking up at Brigitte with a sheepish grin. “I just want one more night,” he said, reaching out to pull her in for a hug.
Brigitte rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile as she wrapped her arms around him. “Fine, one more night,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “But tomorrow, he’s on his own.”
Apollo grinned, “Yes, tomorrow he's on his own, but tonight, I want to make the most of it.” He then proceeded to give her a deep, lingering kiss.
Brigitte responded, her hands running through his hair as she deepened the kiss. “You always know how to make me forget my own rules,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Apollo chuckled, “I'm just taking advantage of the extra time I have with you.”
They spent the rest of the day lost in each other, making love and cherishing every moment they had together. As the sun began to set, they both knew it was time to put Solace in his own bed. With a heavy heart, Apollo helped Brigitte put him down and said goodnight.
As they lay in bed that night, Brigitte turned to Apollo, a small smile on her face. “I’m glad we had one more night,” she said, snuggling closer to him.
Apollo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. “Me too, Brigitte. Me too.”
As they drifted off to sleep, they both knew that things would be different tomorrow. But for now, they were content to cherish this one more night they had together.
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