Aphrodite stood in front of the mirror, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. In her hand, she clutched two positive pregnancy tests, the little pink lines on them glaringly obvious even in the goddess’s divine vision.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Hestia walked in, her eyes immediately drawn to Aphrodite’s tear-streaked face and the pregnancy tests in her hand.
“Aphrodite, my dear, what’s the matter?” Hestia asked, raising an eyebrow.
Aphrodite sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I’m pregnant.”
Hestia couldn’t help but chuckle. “Aphrodite, I don’t want to be rude, but how drunk were you that you got knocked up by your ex-husband?”
Aphrodite rolled her eyes, playfully insulting Hestia. “At least I didn’t marry a god who throws himself off mountains.”
Hestia laughed, helping Aphrodite off the bathroom floor. “Come on, let’s get you to the hospital for a check-up.”
At the hospital, Aphrodite found out that she was pregnant with twins. Hestia teased her, saying, “Looks like you’ll have your hands full with these two.”
Aphrodite retorted, “At least they’ll be better looking than your furniture.”
Hestia feigned offense, but couldn’t help but laugh at Aphrodite’s playful insult.
Aphrodite started to cry again, overwhelmed by the news of her pregnancy and the thought of raising twins on her own. Hestia comforted her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone and that they’d face this challenge together.
Aphrodite smiled, grateful for Hestia’s support and friendship.
As they drove home, Hestia took Aphrodite’s hand in hers. “We’re going to get through this, Aphrodite. And who knows, maybe these twins will bring some chaos and laughter into our lives.”
Aphrodite laughed, wiping away her tears. “I can already imagine it.”
And with that, the two goddesses started to plan for the arrival of the twins, already imagining the chaos and laughter they’d bring into their lives.
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