Man's Best Wingman
She’s done the one thing I failed to do.
“You did it, Tinkerbell. You have eight beautiful puppies.” I sighed gently, patting her head.
“Way to go, Zeus. Three sons and five daughters.” Clay teased Zeus as he rubbed his head. “What should we name them?” Clay asked as he looked at me.
“Hmm…” I pondered good names. Ares, Artemis, and Apollo are all out of the running as they are the names of people in Clay’s family. “So the girls I say we name after five of the Muses, daughters of Zeus,” I suggested.