"Hey, did you know your parents hate each other?" Momus said, unable to contain his annoyance. "And you were both mistakes because your mother didn't even want you. She wanted an abortion but was too far along."
A hush fell over the room as everyone present gasped in shock. Hephaestus and Aphrodite, the twins' parents, were present and immediately pulled Momus away.
"How dare you say such things to my children!" Aphrodite said, her voice shaking with anger. "They are innocent and do not deserve your cruel words."
Momus, unrepentant, replied, "They are just babies, they can't even understand what I'm saying."
But I, Brigette, stepped forward, my eyes narrowed in disapproval. "The twins may not understand you, Momus, but they can certainly feel your negative energy. And they are staring at you, taking in every word you say."
Hephaestus, his face red with anger, joined in. "You have no right to speak to my children in such a way. You will apologize immediately."
Momus, unapologetic, scoffed. "Why should I apologize? It's the truth. Their parents never wanted them."
Aphrodite, tears in her eyes, pleaded. "That may be how you see it, Momus, but it's not the truth. We may have had our differences, but we both love our children more than anything."
I placed a hand on Aphrodite's shoulder, my voice firm. "Momus, your words are hurtful and uncalled for. You need to apologize and think before you speak in the future."
Momus, finally seeing the error of his ways, sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry, Leonidas and Piper. I shouldn't have said those things."
The room breathed a collective sigh of relief as the tension dissipated. The twins, blissfully unaware of the drama that just unfolded, continued to coo and gurgle in their mother's arms.
I couldn't help but throw one last playful insult Momus' way. "Next time you feel the need to run your mouth, Momus, maybe try using it to say something nice. Who knows, it might even be a pleasant change."
Momus, chastened, couldn't help but chuckle. "You always know how to put me in my place, Brigette. I'll try to do better."
And with that, the drama came to a close. The gods and goddesses returned to their conversations, the twins were soothed back to sleep, and Momus was left to reflect on the importance of his words.
As the night wore on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did I stand up for what was right, but I did it with strength, control, and a bit of humor. And that, my friends, is the Brigette way.
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