Some science dude once said for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, which is some fancy way to say that everything has consequences. This in particular applies to that time my dearest brother caught me with his wife in a golden net. Action, I snatched the love goddess from under his nose; reaction, we all get publicly humiliated and as a bonus said love goddess said something that I cannot seem to get a hold of.

"Ares, ARES! Did you hear a word of what I said?!" she screeched. My mind was a blank still trying to process what she was trying to say. "I just said I'm pregnant you doof" she repeated. Yep, I can't get seem to get those three words through my head.

Unable to think of a proper response I said the first thing that ever came to mind, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Well I don't know! I'm panicking okay?!" she screamed back

"We'll think of a way. Just calm down. We won't be able to think if you keep on yelling" I replied trying to wrap my head around her words. I don't know what to do. Every course of action seemed to end badly. If we came clean and admitted to it, Zeus (the hypocrite) and Hera would have a tirade about us being irresponsible and whatever they could accuse us of. Worst of all the poor kid would most likely be seen as some sort of outcast because let's face it no one likes me and him being born a bastard won't be doing him any favors either

"I'm scared..." she mumbled

"I'll make sure it'll be okay. I promise" I tried reassuring her. I knew that I won't be able to do that exactly but I won't fail without trying. No, I won't fail. This child will be okay. I'll sort this out and make sure that the fallout wouldn't destroy the boy.

A few days later, we decided to do something that we never thought we'd ever do in a life time. We talked to Hephaestus. As expected he didn't want to talk to us either.

"Please, just hear us out. I know this is asking too much but please we're desperate," I pleaded. I never thought I'd ever plead. I'd threaten, attack, but never plead. Then again this is no normal debacle.

"I owe you two no favors," he sneered trying to shut the door

"We know but please it won't do you any harm to consider," I added

"Your problem not mine so I'm not listening," he replied glaring daggers at us

"Please, its for our son," I added keeping him from closing the door

He looked at us then sighed. "Very well then you have five minutes," he replied gesturing us inside

"I know this is a lot but... we'd like to ask you to help raise him. He'll know you as his father" I said bitterly. I know I shouldn't be bitter but having any child of mine acknowledge another as their father leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Then again this is one of those times where it's better to let them go do just that. If that's what it takes for them to have a better shot, who am I to take it away from them. I can't be the one that they call father, but I will always be their father.