“I can’t stay mad at you,” she tells the cat as he collects water with his paw and licks it.
“I heard you tell the Earth nymph that he was the one who broke your locket with the shamrock.”
Juliet sighs and looks over at Hades.
“It needed to happen. I’m glad it did.”
“As long as I have you, that’s all that matters,” I say, and kiss her again.
“I’m one lucky fucking cupid,” she says, before crashing her lips to mine.
“I’m definitely the lucky one,” I reply, and she kisses me again.
We might make our own luck, or have friends who are amazing matchmakers. But at the end of the day, all that matters is I have Juliet, and she has me.
I’m lucky in love, indeed.
Love hangs the banner of interchanging pink hearts and green shamrocks on the ceiling as she bosses me around.
“We need a green punch and a pink punch,” she tells me.
“This is really a mortal holiday, Love.”
“Oh hush. It’s the first time you saw Mors, that’s reason enough to celebrate. Oh! I almost forgot about the gold coin chocolates,” she says, grabbing them out of her pocket and tossing them on the table.
“You’re so funny.”
“I think so. Ms. Rookie of the Year.”
I grin, the excitement still hasn’t worn off from winning an award over being a good cupid. No luck involved. Just hard work, a great mentor, and an amazing girlfriend supporting me along the way.
“Mors bought a shelf specifically for it,” I say proudly.
“As she should, especially so your Hellcat doesn’t knock it over.”
“He isn’t a Hellcat, he’s an angel.”
“If you say so, Juliet.”
“How was your meeting with Cupio?” I ask.
Love sighs dramatically.
“How can the head cupid be so lonely? I just want him to be in love? You know?”
“I meant about Eros.”
“Yeah… well, I guess he fell in love with a ghost and has decided to stay that way forever.”
I blink at Love, and she shrugs.
“Cupio seems sad about that too. He has a born-cupid son, which is unheard of, who turns out to be a mega douche, and then he does something illegal and gets turned into a ghost. And now, well, now he’s going to be a ghost forever. I think Cupio is so lonely.”
“Let me guess, you have a match in mind?”
“Maybe,” Love shrugs.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less. I mean, you are the lead cupid of true love matches now.”
