102 Celibate

I know I said that I was willing to accept all aspects of him, but it is very hard to digest all of this 'information'.

"Oh Eros," I breathed out when he kissed my temple and softly enveloped me in his embrace.

The warmth of his arms was enough to ease the discomfiting feelings in me.

Eros did what he had to, and that should be enough.

Why in the world am I so emotional and irrational like this?

This pregnancy is making me more melodramatic than I usually am.

And I find myself crying like a baby when I don't even know why.

I sniffled and rubbed my tears onto Eros shirt, unable to stop this emotional roller coaster that I was going through.

Eros stayed quiet, letting me sort through my thoughts while comforting me with his hands rubbing soothingly against my back.

On a positive note, I found that Eros hadn't lied to me.

After going through hundreds of years of his memories, I am able to confidently say that Eros had been celibate for 900 years.

How crazy is that?

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"Eros, what do you think about this?" I pointed at an image of some cute baby clothes on the screen of the laptop.

Since Eros didn't want me to get kidnapped again, I have to do all of the baby shopping on the web.

Albeit there are more selection and variety online, I wish that I could see and feel them myself.

The softness of the texture, the size, and even the threading is impossible to gauge just by looking at the pictures.

I've made impulse purchases online before that don't look anything like the picture provided, so it makes me a little wary.

But beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

"It's cute," he says after glancing over my shoulder and away from the documents on his desk.

"You say that about everything!" I protest, a pout forming on my lips at his lack of response.

"Aren't all baby clothes cute?" Eros' comment made me think that he probably had no knowledge whatsoever on babies.

I don't doubt it.

Out of the 900 years of his life, Eros has never had the opportunity to take care of a baby.

"I've seen some hideous ones," I reply.

With my fingers on the keyboard, I quickly did a search and showed him some rather ugly baby clothes I saw earlier.

Some had too many polka-dots and others with far too many bows.

There was one I saw that looked like a disco ball with all the sequins and rhinestones attached on it.

What kind of imagination does one need to create such works of...art?

His nose wrinkled at some of them, and a confident smirk blossomed on my lips.

"See? How would you feel if I had terrible taste like this? Do you want our pups to be wearing that?"

My smirk widens when he sends me this worried look.

I ignore it and start adding ridiculously ugly outfits into the cart.

Eventually, Eros had to remove the laptop from my hands before I stopped my immature behavior.

I blame it on the pregnancy because it made all of my usually non-existent emotions come to life.

And I find myself not that bothered by it since I couldn't really control the sudden outbursts.

At this point, everything is being blamed on the pregnancy, and Eros can't do anything about it.

That is one of the many perks of being pregnant.

Other than being over emotional, food is one of the other important perks that I take full advantage of.

I can eat to my heart's content, blame the weight gain on the babies and continue to stuff my face.

No one can say otherwise.

Now that I am pregnant, Eros treats me like a queen 100% of the time, not that he doesn't already.

But all of my absurd requests are fulfilled, like eating mangoes at 3 in the morning or getting a massage late at night due to the cramps I get in my legs.

Eros has to accompany me through it all because I feel lonely when he's not there.

Regardless of the time of day or the oddity of my request, Eros never complains about anything, and there is always a soft smile on his lips.