So, if you didn't know, Eros is a son of Aphrodite in Greek mythology, but you probably know him as Cupid-his Roman equivalent. In this FanFiction, Eros and Aphrodite are having their millennia meeting (every thousand years), but this time Aphrodite's in for a surprise. What happened to Cupid?

Today was the day all of Aphrodite's problems disappeared. Her son, Eros, was about to give her a status update. Of course this only happened once in millennia. Millions fall in love, but only so many matter. Aphrodite quickly changed and got ready for Eros. She knew he was very... specific to how he liked things. He was pretty much OCD. Everything had to be in place, or else he'll be completely distracted, adjusting things every time she blinked.

She sat down in her cool, leather chair and checked her watch. It was 1:59 p.m.

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One

"'Dite!" Eros calls, poofing into the room. Aphrodite almost gasps out loud. This wasn't the Eros Aphrodite was expecting. He pretty much upped his look. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie-how were his wings supposed to have breathing room? What happened to her cute little boy with his white diaper and rosy red cheeks. He had an image. Something everyone knew him by, did he really just throw it all out the window?

The Eros she knew didn't call her 'Dite' and didn't talk with a thick New Jersey accent. He used to be as cute as a button, now he was as cute as his briefcase, which wasn't cool at all. "Darlin', how are ya?! Sorry I'm late," he continues as he walks up to the desk and slams his white briefcase onto the glass table. "Got stuck in traffic." Then he bursts into laughter. "Aw, I'm just messin' with ya."

Aphrodite smiles uncertainty,"Eros, I've had my eye on a few lovebirds I'd like you to check out for me. Is that doable?" She was hoping that he still had his head on straight and knew how to get the job done.

"Sure doll. But you should know, I'm going by Cupid now." Aphrodite's whole face drops. Cupid? His roman equivalent...just because that name is more popular? Cupid notices his mothers change in attitude and quickly moves on, desperate for a change in subject. You could try to cut the awkwardness with a plastic knife. It would break. "Hey, lovin' your nails-did you tell the guy you knew Cupid?"

Aphrodite frowns. 'No! I told the guy I know Eros, thank you very much!' Instead of saying that little outburst, Aphrodite decides to keep her anger to boil inside. But she did love her nails. "Thanks and yes, that place you recommended was fabulous. Like my pumps?" She asks motioning to her feet. Light from the huge window was reflecting off of her dark blue pumps.

Cupid raises his eyebrows,"Va,va,va, voom, baby."

Did he just call her baby? Aphrodite could feel the steam coming out of her ears. She was supposed to call him baby, not the other way around. Ever heard of the saying 'the straw on the camels back?' Well basically, a camel can hold a lot of straw but everything has a breaking point. There's only so much he can hold, before he cracks like the thin ice Aphrodite was on. What I mean is, Cupid said one too comments many and as for Aphrodite's ice...well it's got a lot more cracks in it.

Cupid sinks down into the leather chair across from the table.

"You've gotten taller," Aphrodite tries weakly after her anger subsides.

He smiles, a pearly white smile.

"Shall we get started?" He asks as he grabs a stack of paper from his briefcase and begins to flip through them, licking his finger everyone once in a while.

Once again, Aphrodite forces a smile onto her godly face. "Sure, why not?"

This I only a oneshot if you want it to be. Thanks for reading! Tell me in the comments if you want this to continue.