The Christmas spirit was thick in the air as everyone inside the Everett manor sat comfortably or bustled about. Chase and his wives — Artemis, Athena, Chione, and Elisabeth — were cuddled close, while Alice and Lila sat nearby, holding hands under the table, exchanging soft smiles. Leto, Nadia, and Aphrodite, the holy trinity of mother figures, kept a watchful but warm eye on the bustling house. Aurora and Lyra played energetically, the three-year-old twins running after each other with wooden swords. Meanwhile, the tiny two-month-old babies — Luna, Sage, Nova, Valor, and the only boy, Ash — were settled on a magical playing space that floated softly near the fireplace.
A sudden ringing of the doorbell echoed through the manor. Everyone paused, heads turning toward the entrance. Chase, sighing and peeling himself off Artemis' lap, shuffled toward the door, rubbing his neck lazily. When he opened it, he was greeted by none other than Zeus himself, standing tall with a casual smirk.
