Brigitte, the light pink-haired goddess of joy and fun, sashayed into the shared bedroom she had with Apollo, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She approached Apollo, who was lounging on the bed, and announced, "Apollo, my love, I've been thinking. It's time we give Solace a little brother or sister."
Apollo, taken aback by Brigitte's boldness, couldn't help but be charmed by her determination. "Brigitte, are you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Absolutely," she replied, her grin growing wider. "I want a child, and I want you to help me make it happen."
Apollo couldn't resist Brigitte's proposition, and they spent the night lost in each other, both of them lost in the moment.
Fast forward a year, and their son, Solace, was now 1 year old with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Brigitte reminded Apollo that Solace needed to start sleeping in his own bed.
"But Brigitte, he's still so small," Apollo protested, trying to stall.
Brigitte rolled her eyes playfully at Apollo's antics. "Apollo, he's a year old. It's time," she said firmly.
Brigitte tucked Solace into his own bed, making sure he was comfortable and safe. Apollo watched from afar, a soft smile on his face. He knew Brigitte was right, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
Brigitte noticed Apollo's expression and teased him, calling him out for being too soft. "Apollo, you're such a softie," she said, chuckling.
Apollo laughed and conceded, admitting that Brigitte was the stronger one in this situation. "You're right, as always," he said, smiling.
Brigitte, satisfied with the outcome, went to bed, leaving Apollo and Solace to their final night together. As the night went on, Apollo couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He remembered the first time he held Solace, the first time he saw Brigitte's smile.
Brigitte, woken up by a strange feeling, realized that Solace was missing. She panicked and wakes Apollo up. "Apollo, where's Solace?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
Apollo, still holding Solace in his arms, tries to calm Brigitte down. "Brigitte, I couldn't resist. I had to take one more night with him," he admitted, sheepishly.
Brigitte, exasperated but amused, can't help but laugh. "Apollo, you're such a softie," she teased, shaking her head.
Apollo, laughing along, promises to be stronger in the future. They both know that Solace needs to grow up, but for now, they'll cherish these moments together.
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