Write about your father.
Bliss was juggling Serenity in his arms, laughing right long with her giggles. She wasn’t much past the dada stage, but she was just starting to get words together and the babbles were starting to sound a little closer to the real thing. He couldn’t help but to wonder though at times if he was as good a father as his own had been to him. Cupid was more than just a father to him; he was a friend and confidant. Even when there were times that he’d been a bad cherub, his father had never made him feel like he wasn’t worth it.
Cupid had been there for everything, including the fact that he’d decided that he wouldn’t grow up... and thinking back on it now, Bliss couldn’t help but think his father had the patience of the Fates. Who else would have put up with a three year old for over 2100 years? Would he be able to do the same if Serenity chose to do the same? He’d like to think he was.
Cupid was a great father and a great grandfather... everything he could ask for and more. He loved his dad and always would, but more than that, he always felt loved.
Cupid had been there for everything, including the fact that he’d decided that he wouldn’t grow up... and thinking back on it now, Bliss couldn’t help but think his father had the patience of the Fates. Who else would have put up with a three year old for over 2100 years? Would he be able to do the same if Serenity chose to do the same? He’d like to think he was.
Cupid was a great father and a great grandfather... everything he could ask for and more. He loved his dad and always would, but more than that, he always felt loved.