Chase arrived downstairs with his wives and children, all dressed in matching Christmas pajamas—soft, fluffy white adorned with elegant gold flecks and delicate blue snowflakes. Over them, they wore 'ugly sweaters' that were anything but ugly: festive, divine, and in the same ethereal color scheme. After some brief complaints about the discomfort of mortal fabric, the outfits shimmered and transformed into festive Christmas hoodies spun from divine material.
"Good morning~" Nadia sang as she prepared Chase's plate, planting a kiss on his cheek with a bright smile.
"Ah… good morning, Mom," Chase replied casually, sitting down. But his wives… they stared. Hard.
Aphrodite froze mid-sip, her coffee mug paused in front of her lips. "Nadia! That's not fair."
Nadia shrugged playfully, still smiling. "He's my son. It was just a kiss on the cheek. I always do that in the morning."
