Prologue
"Okay sir, I've accepted the fact that you are my Persephone's husband, but see here, if you hurt or degrade her in any manner, be warned that I'm very skillful with shovels and rakes. "
"Thank you for the support Demeter." Hades said stoically.
Demeter, my mother, had an irritated look on her face.
"I really do hope you don't act like that around Persephone."
I could barely hold my giggles in as I say the truly complex look on my husband, Hades, face.
"Act like what?"
"Like a dead snail! You're all cold and unmoving. And talk in this odd monotone. If you really want to win my daughter over, you really do have to improve your conversation skills." Demeter said matter-a-fact.
"Excuse me?! A dead snail? What kind of example is that?!" Hades exclaimed.
"One that I came up with. Trying to spread the use too."
"I'll be sure to put that on my to-do list."
"Don't you dare give me that tone brother. You're going to lose my respect of you quickly if this keeps up."
"Oh. I'm so afraid," mocked Hades.
Persephone sighed as she watched this bicker between her beloved husband and mother continued.
No one ever listens to me.
"Did you really have to be like that around my mother?"
"Yes dear, Demeter needs to know that I'm not going to let you go so easily." Hades calmly explains.
"It's quite annoying that you two hold conversations about me, when I'm right there!"
I also get annoyed sometimes when Hades is there a second ago and then suddenly on me. I shrieked and pushed Hades as far as I could. Meaning like an inch; he's like a tree when he wants to be.
"I'm sorry dear if I've distress you." Hades serious now, as he stared into my eyes.
God I can barely breathe when he does that, smother me with his dark, almost black, brown eyes. If you looked carefully, you can almost see a slither of gold hidden in that dark abyss.
I lightly planted a kiss on his gorgeous mouth, and sighed.
"It's okay Hades. I know you didn't mean too." I remembered my mother's outraged face, and had to hold me smile. "It was pretty funny, watching my mother suffer like that, though you could have been nicer. I mean you only get to talk to her every other half year."
"Yes, and I'll forever cherish that moment when she almost clawed my eyes out. She really did seem like she wanted to put an end to me when I talked about her being needy," with a gleam in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes at that, and linked my hand with his.
"Okay Mr. Annoyance, let's go home."