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Authors: Christine Rains
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She moved right up to his ear. “Sam!”
The baby started to cry and he hoisted her up, cradling her against his chest. Sam patted her little bottom as he soothed her, whispering sweet nothings to the child.
“Sam!” Meira screeched, but only the baby wailed louder. “Dammit, Sam. Don’t you dare fall for this! There’s no way I’d be a simpering little housewife like that. Is that what you really wish me to be like?”
It was offensive. Back on Earth, Meira was a modern, career-focused woman. She’d never had a desire to be domestic even when she had her own fantasies of having a life with Sam. If they ever had kids, there would be a maid and a nanny. Though the idea of kids was still a question mark in Meira’s mind; given the experiences she’d had with her own family, she had little maternal instinct.
The baby quieted as he slipped the pacifier into her mouth. Her little eyes fluttered, and she dozed off in Sam’s arms.
Robed Meira smiled at them and motioned to the bedroom. “You know, it’s been over six weeks now. She’s sleeping, and I’ve never wanted you more than I want you now.”
She tugged at the belt of her robe, and it fell open revealing her naked figure in its full glory.
“Oh come on!” Meira threw up her wings. “There’s no way any woman looks that good after just having a baby.”
“Come on, darling.” Open-robed Meira crooked a finger at Sam and did a slow, tantalizing walk backward to the bedroom.
“No. I don’t think so.” Meira groaned. “I hate to do this, Sam, but you’re not leaving me any choice.” She raised one foot and jerked a talon over the back of his calf. She was careful not to make it deep, but she wanted to make it hurt and bring him back to reality.
Sam didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look her way. Blood trickled down his leg and dripped onto the floor.
He walked toward the bedroom.
“Dammit.” Meira growled and readied herself to knock Sam over when a hand on her shoulder restrained her. She spun, ready to strike with her claws.
Ares caught her ankle and smiled at her, waiting to see if she would continue her attack or stand down. When she yanked herself away from him, he released her leg. “Let him go and live out the rest of his days happy. He’ll never know this isn’t real.”
“It’s not real happiness. He’s not really here.” Meira’s eyes darted back and forth between Ares and the bedroom.
“It’s real enough for him.” Ares smirked as the woman’s laughter floated out of the bedroom. “I set up this part of the labyrinth with a little help from my sister. What do you think? It’s the only one that has rendered you useless.”
“I’m not useless. I will drag him kicking and screaming from here if I have to.” Meira bared her teeth and marched to the bedroom. Ares was suddenly there blocking her way. “I will move you if you don’t get out of my way.”
“Okay, I confess Aphrodite did do most of the work. We brought out his inner most desires. A family, a lovely home, and a gorgeous and submissive wife. He really thought that could be you. Is that what you want? To be a doting little housewife and soccer mom?” Ares raised a single brow. No mocking smirk accompanying it.
Meira hesitated. From Ares, she had expected something vicious. The minotaur wasn’t his style, but something that was determined to cut the hero down was. In no way was this subtle, at least not to her, but it was sly and consuming. Aphrodite could see into everyone’s heart. Was this truly what Sam wanted?
Even when Meira realized she couldn’t have a life with Sam and then he stated he couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give him a simple life, this was the final kicker. This was what Sam wanted from her all along. It wasn’t going to work out, even if he lived.
Was she helping him for what could’ve been? Except now she knew what could’ve been could have never been.
She stumbled back and hit a wall. Coldness seeped through her
The baby started to cry and he hoisted her up, cradling her against his chest. Sam patted her little bottom as he soothed her, whispering sweet nothings to the child.
“Sam!” Meira screeched, but only the baby wailed louder. “Dammit, Sam. Don’t you dare fall for this! There’s no way I’d be a simpering little housewife like that. Is that what you really wish me to be like?”
It was offensive. Back on Earth, Meira was a modern, career-focused woman. She’d never had a desire to be domestic even when she had her own fantasies of having a life with Sam. If they ever had kids, there would be a maid and a nanny. Though the idea of kids was still a question mark in Meira’s mind; given the experiences she’d had with her own family, she had little maternal instinct.
The baby quieted as he slipped the pacifier into her mouth. Her little eyes fluttered, and she dozed off in Sam’s arms.
Robed Meira smiled at them and motioned to the bedroom. “You know, it’s been over six weeks now. She’s sleeping, and I’ve never wanted you more than I want you now.”
She tugged at the belt of her robe, and it fell open revealing her naked figure in its full glory.
“Oh come on!” Meira threw up her wings. “There’s no way any woman looks that good after just having a baby.”
“Come on, darling.” Open-robed Meira crooked a finger at Sam and did a slow, tantalizing walk backward to the bedroom.
“No. I don’t think so.” Meira groaned. “I hate to do this, Sam, but you’re not leaving me any choice.” She raised one foot and jerked a talon over the back of his calf. She was careful not to make it deep, but she wanted to make it hurt and bring him back to reality.
Sam didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look her way. Blood trickled down his leg and dripped onto the floor.
He walked toward the bedroom.
“Dammit.” Meira growled and readied herself to knock Sam over when a hand on her shoulder restrained her. She spun, ready to strike with her claws.
Ares caught her ankle and smiled at her, waiting to see if she would continue her attack or stand down. When she yanked herself away from him, he released her leg. “Let him go and live out the rest of his days happy. He’ll never know this isn’t real.”
“It’s not real happiness. He’s not really here.” Meira’s eyes darted back and forth between Ares and the bedroom.
“It’s real enough for him.” Ares smirked as the woman’s laughter floated out of the bedroom. “I set up this part of the labyrinth with a little help from my sister. What do you think? It’s the only one that has rendered you useless.”
“I’m not useless. I will drag him kicking and screaming from here if I have to.” Meira bared her teeth and marched to the bedroom. Ares was suddenly there blocking her way. “I will move you if you don’t get out of my way.”
“Okay, I confess Aphrodite did do most of the work. We brought out his inner most desires. A family, a lovely home, and a gorgeous and submissive wife. He really thought that could be you. Is that what you want? To be a doting little housewife and soccer mom?” Ares raised a single brow. No mocking smirk accompanying it.
Meira hesitated. From Ares, she had expected something vicious. The minotaur wasn’t his style, but something that was determined to cut the hero down was. In no way was this subtle, at least not to her, but it was sly and consuming. Aphrodite could see into everyone’s heart. Was this truly what Sam wanted?
Even when Meira realized she couldn’t have a life with Sam and then he stated he couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t give him a simple life, this was the final kicker. This was what Sam wanted from her all along. It wasn’t going to work out, even if he lived.
Was she helping him for what could’ve been? Except now she knew what could’ve been could have never been.
She stumbled back and hit a wall. Coldness seeped through her
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