The next few days passed in a pink-hued blur.
Hermes and Aphrodite were practically glued at the hip. Flushed cheeks, fingers intertwined, matching soft smiles. They went on dates like a pair of newlyweds in the honeymoon phase, whether it was strolling in flower-lined streets, cozying up with books on the couch, or trying different cafés that served overly aesthetic desserts.
Even mundane things felt romantic. Brushing teeth side by side, folding laundry while teasing each other, feeding the dog babies between shared bites of breakfast.
Xolotl, ever the protective big brother, trailed after them loyally.
The Grrberus pups, however, had become tiny chaos gremlins, often vanishing for hours and returning soaked in pond water or covered in glitter from who-knows-where.
They stole Hermes' phone one morning. Then…
