jay✨🖋💙

kill the imposter syndrome in you head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they're also using chat gpt to do it

Anyways.

we need to start a series

my six year old approximately four seconds into bedtime: why do trees exist?

girl really out here like

he looks like a big sperm 💀

it’s been a hot minute 💀

that’s the worst part of it tbh, it could have all been so normal and peaceful if everybody else would just leave her alone 💀

he’s been carefully curating his grandpa style 😎

that baby is a stranger, isa is family 💀

meanwhile i’m over here chomping at the bit 💀

harlow the whole fight

she is benevolent 🙂‍↕️

because she saw you in your panties

embawassing

probably your bedroom if you push it

“What did they say?” Zakary heard Isa whisper to Larissa.

“They blessed him,” Larissa said matter-of-factly. “Love and strength, in all things, for all his life.”

“Éna ekatommýrio evlogíes se esás,” Ares whispered to the baby as Aphrodite giggled.

“Agápi kai dýnami gia óli sas ti zoí,” she added. “Sweetest boy. Darling grandson.”

“May I hold him?” Aphrodite asked, gaze bouncing between Dima and Isa until she had both of their permissions.

As soon as she did, she reached to take him from Zak, bundling him into her arms, shushing him gently as she went straight back to Ares’ side for him to get a better look.

Isa beamed and Zakary mirrored it right back at her. She 𝘸𝘢𝘴 proud. And not in the shy, almost covert way she had always been when it came to her accomplishments—but in the way a mother deserved to be. Unashamed. Open and transparent.

“Oh, beautiful girl,” Aphrodite crooned down at Isa, cupping her face in her hands to kiss her forehead. “What a gorgeous little bundle you’ve given this world. You should be bursting with pride.”

“You braved the most difficult battlefield,” Ares agreed.

Dima’s eyes were swimming, but as another, unexpected portal opened, they dried and darted across the room.

Only for him to relax a moment later, when he saw who had come.

“I’m proud of you,” Zakary whispered to Dima. “I’m proud of who Viktor will get to look up to every day, and I’m proud of the mother you chose for him, and I’m proud of the life you’re building together. I told you—the rest would come as long as your relationship was built on love.”

Zakary shuffled over to Dima, whose eyes went instantly to his son, checking him over before he could meet his father’s gaze. The protectiveness would serve him well—would keep his new family safe.

Zakary didn’t know how life would look for them, but with this boy, it was sure to be beautiful.

“How are you feeling?” Maks asked Isa. “Are you in any pain?”

She shook her head, beaming up at the brother-in-law who adored her far beyond the words he had available to say so. “I’m good. Honestly, it’s…I remember the experience, obviously, but the fear and discomfort is fading. Like a dream.”

Zakary couldn’t blame them. He was familiar with the beauty of a newborn baby—but this was somehow different. Not his child, but the child of his child. It was surreal in a whole new way.