Hades

Hades was back home with his new puppies, confused and a little turned on by the conversation at the adoption center with the ginger wearing the blue sweater. He took the day off to go and buy them expensive new beds, toys, and bowls only for the dogs to sleep on his bed, chew his cushions, and eat off the floor. Nice to know all that work was appreciated, he thought without any fuel to the fire, half heartedly glaring at all three puppies proudly wagging their tails, prancing and dragging his underwear on the floor.

"Wait, No! That is not a toy!" He attempted to snatch up the black piece of clothing, only for all three of them to latch on, thinking it a fun game of tug o war. "Stop eating my laundry!" The puppies finally released the underwear and an exasperated Hades threw them on his countertop, not paying much attention to where they landed, as long as the dogs stopped playing with them. Grabbing the multi color knotted rope he bought for a staggering 13.99 -Why the hell are toys for puppies so much, Jesus!- he waved it in front of two of the dogs, the third sleepily half chewing on his sofa pillows, "Here play with this! This is fun and exciting! Yes, it is!" Hades chirped in his most enticing voice, but the two rottweilers still on the floor just rolled over belly side up and slightly raised their paws at it, drooling a little and smiling. "You guys are cute, but man are you the worst." Hades lifted himself off the floor with a frown, throwing the toy back into the large collection of other toys he got for them. As he walked away from the living room, the three puppies all slowly started following, gaining speed the closer they got. Hades looked down, "Oh, so now you like me?" They started panting a little in reply. "It's like you're all the same dog. Clones, the lot of you!" Hades walked up the large marble staircase, looking behind him to see all three of them having various success with the stairs. One was running in circles on the third step up, one fell backwards and knocked the third brother down the stairs with him. He couldn't help but belt out a laugh at the dogs antics. Padding back down the steps, he scooped all of them up in one arm, slowly going back up as to not trip and drop them. At the top of the staircase, he put them down, safely away from any ledge that they could fall from. Hades walked to his bedroom, opening the door a little more for all of his children to sniff. As he pulled off his white crew neck undershirt, he ended up tossing it on top of the dogs, who were having a ball trying to find more underwear. They're really cute, I can see why she was so protective of them. Ah, yes, Her. Hades forgot her name five minutes after he introduced himself in the worst way possible, but he couldn't forget how pretty she was, or how terrifying she became when interrogating him about her children.

"Pan, get me a pen and paper please," Persephone said a full ten seconds after he said the most cringe worthy thing he could have possibly said in a situation like this.

"Yes, Maam." Pan handed her a clipboard and fled the room before any collateral damage could befall him. She looked up at him and let the dogs get comfortable, puppies walking in a circle before lying in and around her lap.

"So, your name is?"

"Wait, what?" Hades had lost focus again. Pretty female. Soft bouncy curly hair.

"Your name? I forgot it. Also, how do you spell it?" She said, waving her hand with a pencil right above the sheets of paper.

"What is going on?"

"Im interviewing you, Hayden."

"It's Hades." He said, kicking his well shoed feet at the ground.

"What?"

"Hades, my name is Hades, not Hugo." Stop Fiddling!

"I said Hayden, not Hugo. Wait, did I? No, yeah, I did. Okay, so your name is Hades?"

"Yes." Pretty eyes.

"Cool cool. Next question! What will you be naming my children?"

"Your children?"

"My puppies, my dogs, whatever. What will you be naming them?"

"Well I had a few names…"

"Like?"

"Oh! I had a paper… here we go." He awkwardly handed the paper of possible names he got from online and she grabbed at it, almost giving him a paper cut. As she looked at it, a clear face of disgust read across her face, perfectly framed eyebrows wrinkled. "What's wrong with them?"

She looked up at him. "You're joking, right?"

"Uh-"

"They are rottweilers and your most creative, original, number one through three choices are all 'Spot.' Every dog is going to have the name Spot. Not even in different languages, just Spot 1, Spot 2, and Spot 3."

"Well, I thought that-"

"Did you, now? 'Cause-"

"Would you let me finish!? I thought about naming them Spot 1-3 because all I would have to do is call 'Spot!' and all of them would come instead of individually calling them. And I also thought of naming them spot because it's a nice name." As he argued for his statement, his voice got quieter and quieter. Now that he was saying it aloud, in front of a pretty woman who he was already smitten with no less, it sounded so so so dumb. You idiot!

Hades shook himself out of the memory before it went on any longer, focusing his eyes on the closed glass doors that lead to his balcony. The sun was almost down. Shit. He had papers he needed to send to his clients before midnight and it was already-

9:12.

SHIT.

He booked it downstairs to his office, the room having all dark wood walls and large bay windows looking out at his fenced green yard. He had just placed the dogs outside, and they were trying their hardest to bite the fireflies and pee. He plopped onto his desk and worked until he couldn't think, the dogs taking themselves back inside. He lugged himself up the stairs and into his bed, his puppies who he still needed to re name taking most of the king mattress. Hades fell asleep thinking of the ginger who couldn't stop laughing at his pet naming logic. It was a nice thought.