AN: Sequel-ish thing to the prior one-shot, because I love this paring to death and I've been craving some Greek since I finished watching Xena.

-Story Start-

It was a wonder how slow Frederica had grown, at least in Medeia's eyes. She wasn't really sure what she expected in the first place she guessed, but it certainly didn't come to mind. It had been 10 years now since her birth, and she was maybe equivalent to a two year old. At the very least the ceaseless crying was over, the crying that had lasted 3 years. And now, with her daughter having a nap, she could finally get some peace and-

"ALMA OPRESSA~!"

Or not.

She groaned. She could hear the bellowing voice coming from a nearby room that sounded suspiciously like her husbands, but that was normal. The weird thing was that if she wasn't mistaken she could've sworn she was hearing... opera?

"DA SORTE CRUELLE~

PENSA INVAN MITGAR IL DOLORE~"

Now this she had to see. She waltzed up to the partially ajar door with her arms crossed and kicked it open, and sure enough there was Apollo, singing opera in the tub with his lyre.

"What are you doing?" She unfolded her hands to place them on her hips.

"Bestowing you with the gift of one of the greatest operas in the world sung by my awesome voice." He stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and he didn't look like a California movie star.

"Wait- so you actually like opera?"

"Like opera? I invented opera!"

"Of course you did," she shook her head in exasperation. "But why?"

"What?" He cocked his head to the side. "Do you not like opera?"

"Nobody likes opera."

He gasped like she had just asked for a divorce rather than shared her musical opinion. She refrained from responding and simply waited for it. Within moments his hands were in the air in a haiku gesture.

"Under valued

Opera is my greatest gift to man

You don't understand"

He grinned at her as though waiting for praise. She snorted but shook her head.

"The first line was 4 syllables," she critiqued with a smile.

"Oh." He fell into a deep concentration and began muttering to himself while counting in his fingers.

"I'm so generous?" She offered only half- teasing.

"Hm..." He counted them out on his fingers. "Yes! That's perfect! I knew there was a reason I married you!" He grinned.

"Oh, well I'm glad it was a good one." She laughed and waved him off.

He grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards him. "I can think of a better one though."

"Oh,can you now?..."

-1-1-1-

"I should never have let you take that trip to England."

"Are you sure pie and lyre don't rhyme?"

"Just as sure as I am that sonnets are only ever 14 lines."

"But it works so much better as 15."

"Then it's just free-verse!"

"I don't want free verse!"

"Free- verse bad?" Frederica looked up at her parents with a confused furrowed eyebrow and a downward tug at the corners of her mouth.

"All poetry is bad," Medeia huffed.

"Not mine!" Apollo grinned, certain her statement didn't apply to him.

"And so is opera, country, and classical music."

He gasped, and dramatically clamped his hand over his heart.

"Really, you like all those things? I don't suppose next you'll be telling me you like Nickleback, too?"

"Well I-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." She shook her head again. "How did you even get this job?"

"Which one?"

"Any of them. You don't even fly the sun chariot half the time."

"Because Artemis and I were dad's favorites when we were born."

"Ew, no, stop reminding me we're cousins."

"Well Zeus and Hera are brother and-"

"Shhh- no more." She groaned, covering Frederica's ears.

"Poetry bad?" She asked, still stuck on sonnets.

"Well," she glanced at her husband again. "I guess haikus aren't that bad."

"Man, I'm so glad you didn't get turned into a tree or anything!" He cried pulling her into a tight hug with Frederica sandwiched between them.

"Love you too, doofus." She smiled. "Now about this whole sonnet business.."

-Story End-

AN: Eh, not particularly happy with this, but whatever. As long as you are, dear reader! Don't forget to suggest any pairings or plot ideas you have in the reviews, and feel free to shoot me a PM any time! I'm glad to chat about whatever. Sometimes I take requests, so feel free to send me those, too. Have a lovely day, guys!

P.S. In case you were curious, the number Apollo was singing was Alma Opressa from "La Fida Ninfa" (The Faithful Nymph), one of my personl favorite operas of all time. definitely something you should check out if you're into opera :)