Nyx's pov
"You would make a great father," I yelled my compliment at Andros as he rolled on the ground with Amara.
Their childish giggles filled the air as I smiled at the sight before me. My fingers played with the petals of red roses he had gotten me earlier that day, they weren't silver as I liked or like Lycus had made sure they were but I still liked them nevertheless.
Stop thinking about him! I chided myself, You have to rid him of your thoughts if you would like to move on.
I sighed and laid back on the grass, squinting my eyes as I looked up at the sun, it shone brightly with its rays illuminating the vast side of the field.
You still aren't going to talk to him? Hera suddenly asked and I groaned.
He has nothing to say, I snorted at her Unless it's more lies and promises he
