Psyche
Over the years she’d managed the in-laws from Hades. She wished they were from Hades. At least the people down there treated her with respect and even compassion.
Her MIL Venus was by the pool holding court with all her gossipy girlfriends. Now their goal was to make sure that nobody would plastic-surgery their way to being the beautiful woman in the universe. Venus would always make sure too much filler, Botox, and skin pulling would make these women wish they’d never been born.
Inside in the kitchen was her FIL Mars talking politics. He was in his element discussing how stupid people were and how if they’d listened to his advice, they’d know how to fight wars and resolve their petty problems. He was such an asshole, but not half the asshole that Venus was.
Cupid came into the room and handed her a glass of wine. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her. He’d tucked his wings up for today. Having one’s wings out indoors was just too much.
“Someone made a joke about me wearing pants again,” he said. She knew some of his old friends liked to bring up all of the made-up sappy paintings people had made of him over the years. He especially despised the one by Caravaggio, showing him all wide open with a stupid look on his face as if he was about to do nasty things to some old perv for money.
“Don’t worry about it honey,” she told him. “Nobody even remembers who your friends are. Everyone will always know about you, and in a good way.”
Psyche loved her husband, but she knew he loved her more, if that could be possible. Yeah, it was possible, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone. When you’re married to a God you just have to keep your secrets and your sense of humor.
~ end
Vampire Maman 