The birthing chamber of Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, was a flurry of activity as she grunted and gripped the edge of the birthing bed. Her golden hair was intricately braided, but strands had already come loose and stuck to her sweaty forehead.
"Lady Athena, the doctor requests your presence. He wishes to discuss the presence of Hercules during the birth," a messenger panted, bursting into the room.
Athena's grey eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Hercules, you say? The father of my children, who I haven't seen since our one-night stand." She waved a hand dismissively. "Tell him I have no need for his presence. I am more than capable of birthing my children on my own."
The handmaidens exchanged amused glances at their mistress's playful insult. Athena's strength and independence were well-known, and they would not have her any other way.
"But Athena, I am the father of your children. I should be here for you," Hercules himself suddenly strided into the room, ignoring the messenger who had been sent to fetch him.
Athena's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Hercules, I did not expect you." She gestured to the handmaidens. "As you can see, I am well taken care of. You need not worry."
Hercules's brow furrowed. "But I want to be here for you. For our children."
Athena's expression softened, just a fraction. "Very well. You may stay. But know that I am the one in control here."
Hercules nodded, taking a step back as Athena turned her attention back to the matter at hand. She gripped the edge of the birthing bed, her knuckles turning white.
"Breathe, my lady," one of the handmaidens soothed. "You've faced countless battles, and this is no different."
Athena's lips quirked into a smirk. "Indeed, but this time I am not armed with my spear and shield. Only my wits and strength will see me through." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.
The handmaidens chuckled at their mistress's humor, even as they continued their preparations. The air was thick with anticipation, but Athena remained calm and composed, her grey eyes focused on the task at hand.
"You are doing wonderfully, my lady," Hercules murmured, watching from the sidelines.
Athena spared him a glance. "I did not say you could speak."
Hercules raised an eyebrow, but wisely remained silent. Athena's strength and control were undeniable, and he knew better than to challenge her in this moment.
As the pangs of labor grew stronger, Athena's handmaidens rallied around her, offering words of encouragement and support. And through it all, Athena remained the strong, controlling goddess they all knew her to be.
(To be continued in Chapter Two)
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