My mate's betrayal
Half an hour after I ate and showered, I was holding my baby, feeding him, with the Goddess as my witness.
“You're a natural with him,” said the Goddess, and I looked at her carefully. “By the way, I couldn't help overhearing you talking in your room. My hearing is very keen.”
“What do you want to know?” I asked respectfully.
“It's not something I want to know; it's something I'd like to do,” said the Goddess with amusement. “I'd like to marry you and seal your union personally, as tradition dictates, but in person and with my fellow gods as witnesses.”
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