Miss Hopkins for my new icon! 

me and one of my friends from the other night 💞

“Y-Yeah.”Pele sat there, feeling somewhat as if she had been the wind knocked right out of her lungs, wincing slightly. She looked down at her lover and smiled weakly, as thousands of racing thoughts were shooting back at forth through her rampant mind. She wondered what if what she revealed was the right idea. The fire Goddess bit down on her full bottom lip and averted her gaze to the side as almost if she were embarrassed, hesitant to look Hephaestus in the face. Was he going to reject her with this sudden, unavoidable news of the life growing inside of her? Or would he stay by her side?But then she witnessed the fire haired God drop to his knees, watching him struggle slightly and knowing why. Sacrificing his comfort for her, for this baby. But could she trust in that?“About three and a half months now....” She replied, staring intently as his large, scarred hand grazed over her covered, yet protruding stomach that she so dearly tried to hide. Placing a tan, nimble hand on top of his, her frown was ever so  present. She was terrified of this; the Goddess had never dealt with a pregnancy in her immortal life, especially  not a child. How was she supposed to respond? “I found out right away, I knew something was off with me.”“I.....” A few tears slipped out from her crimson hued eyes, and a slight smile tugged at the once apparent frown. She looked at him, analyzed intently how he stared at her stomach so adoringly, and couldnt help but feel....safe. For once in her life, Pele felt some sense of security. With that, her acceptance started to show. She had no doubt in her mind that Hephaestus would be a great father, but she as a mother? She wasnt so sure....but he’d help out the best he could, wouldn’t he?  “I didn’t want to tell you because this....well, is new to me and I didn’t honestly know....” She swallowed harshly. “If you would want this too, since we werent together all of this time.”“Do you.....think we’ll....” She looked down, rubbing his hand underneath her own gently and with as much care as she could, tracing his scars. She saw this moment, how they connect, then bit her tongue. “We’re going to be okay, huh? You,I....and this baby.”“We’re going to be okay.”

i'm crying again oh my gosh

Oh no, bby. U the cute one. <3 ;*