This story will include a 6 year-old Ren being an absolute cinnamonbun. So beware.

Also, I should've asked this of all of you since I began writing, but please give me some criticism on all of my stories. I really want to improve my writing skills for the future.

With that said, I hope you all enjoy.

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Aphrodite leaned down towards the small cluster of roses resting snuggly inside their ornate patterned vase; the natural aroma their red petals produced flowed nicely through his nose.

He released a pleased sigh, feeling immense satisfaction from taking a dose of his roses healthy state.

While he could utilize his Cosmos to make all of his roses beam with life without needing to put in the labor, he felt far more satisfaction and proud in growing his roses the traditional way.

All following thoughts were broken when he heard the front door opening and closing, his lips went up to form a soft smile.

His little ball of joy has arrived.

"Daddy!" Little Ren called out, his little legs carrying him around a corner that led into the apartment's kitchen.

The father in question turned to face his little boy, releasing a small laugh filled with fatherly joy as his body slightly jerked back to the force of his son leaping at his daddy to embrace him in a hug.

"How was your day at school, Ren?"

"It was great. I earned a good score today in my pop quiz!" He cheerfully said as he looked up at his father, his innocent eyes filled with joy from earning his achievement.

Aphrodite kept his smile as he ruffled his son's bushy hair, his little boy responding with a small giggle that brought a comforting sense of warmth. "That's nice to hear, my little Ren. Now what do you want to eat for today?"

"Chocolate kanelbullar!" The little ball of joy responded with his arms raised up.

Aphrodite released another small laugh. He was more than happy to fulfill his son's wishes.

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Little Ren's eyes moved along with his father's movement as he prepared him those chocolate sweet rolls that made the drool flow out.

He was seated on the opposite side of a dark wooden chair on the left that belonged to the rectangular table placed next to the kitchen, his little legs swinging back and forth.

"Daddy?" The little one asked, his voice carrying a bit of innocent hesitance.

"Yes, Ren?" His father paused the making of the dessert to answer the incoming question his son had in mind.

"Why do you like looking like a girl?"

The question did not catch Aphrodite off guard; he had expected his son to want answers for why his father liked to maintain a feminine appearance on a everyday basis.

It was a topic that always made his gut wrench in anxiety. A dread filled mind forming different scenarios of how his son would react to the reasons why he had a father that embraced his more feminine side.

Typically, all fathers had to look and act masculine. Inheriting this belief was a must since it was and would always be apart of their nature.

Not that Aphrodite cared to follow those beliefs down to the last detail nowadays. He chose how he wanted to act and behave whenever he wanted.

The rules about 'true' masculinity shouldn't hinder him from doing so.

He let out a small sigh filled with stress as he turned to lean himself on the counter, facing his son that stared at him with apprehensive eyes. "How about I start us from the beginning."

He walked towards his son and picked him up from his chair, placing him on his lap so his son can hear one of the darkest periods of his childhood.

"I was bullied for looking like a girl when I was your age."

"Really?" His surprised son asked for confirmation.

The father replied with a nod. "Yes, really. There were a lot of boys that would call me all types of names that would typically describe a girl, simply because I looked like one."

Little Ren felt anger surge within him to the vague detail of his father getting bullied for a completely stupid reason.

"Well they're meanies! They should never make fun of you!"

Aphrodite's pink covered lips went up as his little boy's anger to defend him said everything: Ren is not, and would not, be ashamed of having a father that embraced femininity.

The pride and relief he felt from that realization almost made a tear fall from his eyes.

But unfortunately, he had to address another depressing detail about his childhood. "Thank you, Ren. Though I wouldn't get too defensive as I, unfortunately, agreed with what they called me."

Aphrodite felt his chest ache to the saddened and upset layer that appeared in his son's eyes. He didn't even need to say that he did not like how his father agreed to whatever insults those boys hurled at him.

"I understand how you feel, Ren." He answered to the quiet response. "I should never let stupid things like insults hurt me. But when you're young, those stupid things can cause a lot of damage to how you see yourself. It's... horrible, to say the least." He said in a slightly lower voice; the returning distraught and self-hatred of that dark period slowly filled his gut.

But it's growth would die when Aphrodite felt the small body of Ren pressing into him, with his little arms wrapping around his abdominal area.

"It's okay daddy, those bullies won't hurt you anymore. Mommy and I will protect you."

The Golden Knight of Pisces lightly gasped in surprise; his heart beat turning more rapid with his light blue eyes sparkling thanks to the tears beginning to form.

"...Thank you, my little Ren." Aphrodite whispered to his son as he wrapped an arm around his small body, tightening the comforting hug father and son shared.

A single tear fell down and landed on Ren's bushy hair. But he didn't react, more focused on giving his father the comfort he needed.

Before this day was over, Aphrodite would send his goddess Athena a long-distance prayer for giving him the chance to experience this moment he shared with his little boy.