Now this was getting interesting. She was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t another child on the way. Iris and Zephyrus really did make beautiful babies. She had seen Pothos once or twice before and no one could deny that he was going to grow up to be very, very handsome. Just like his father.
But the true reason for Iris’ visit was intriguing to say the least. And something Aphrodite had a thought about since those very few times she had met the boy. She hadn’t been at all sure about it, because, as Iris said, everyone expected Pothos to be a weather god. But still, she had felt something.
“So you and Zephyrus go from fighting to having sex and neither of you can remember how? Many times a heated argument can lead to heated passion in the bedchambers. But there is usually some memory of how that happened.” How many times had she and Ares used arguing as foreplay? Bit that was because is was more like the war god’s nature. Iris and her wind were not known to be terribly violent people. If it had been that blustery North wind, Dite may feel differently, but not with these two.
“I suppose that it is possible that the love you and your husband feel for each other may have influenced your baby’s area of influence,” she said, mostly thinking out loud. “I do confess that I may have felt a bit of…. What’s the right word? Kinship, maybe, with the boy the one time I met him. But I forgot about it and assumed it was due to some relation on our twisted family tree. But it could be more than that.”
The thought of an erote having a different mother than she was not something she had thought possible. But she might be jumping to conclusions here. They couldn’t be absolutely certain about the boy just yet.