A/N: An insight on Hephaestus/ Aphrodite. Oneshot.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. Rick Riordan does.

Forged Love

She loved him.

Aphrodite really loved her husband.

Who couldn't?

She loved the way he was so passionately devoted to whatever he did.

She was amazed at how gentle and caring he was.

She doesn't think she ever saw him get angry with her.

Even with being the goddess of love, he loved her. He truly loved her.

He saw the person she was behind all the glamour and glitz. And he loved and respected that person. He loved her for who she really was.

Whenever she would get her heart broken, he would always pick up the pieces. He would hold her in his arms and tell her that it was going to be ok.

In her opinion, he was the hottest god.

His face, with that mocha colored skin- even darker because he works in the forges all day-and those golden brown eyes. Golden eyes that seemed to look deep in your soul, that were capable of showing all emotions. His golden eyes were also filled with wisdom and intelligence. He was muscular in a good way. And his face held this gently gravity that made you feel a little bit more firmly planted on the ground.

That is why all the men she went out with were insignificant. How she ignore all , most, of the males who started drooling whenever she walked by; because they aren'tHIM. (For the record-Ares is a self-centered, rude, arrogant prat. Never in a thousand light-years would she feel anything but disgust toward him.)

Hephaestus cared when other people didn't. He is the most peaceful god. He works to make people happy. He is also quite powerful. He can accomplish anything once he sets his mind to it. He is very determined.

What she feels for him is unlike anything she has felt before. It is true, pure love.

Why, Hephaestus, do you make jewelry to win my heart?

Don't you know?

You already have it.