He's given to his wet-nurse.

She walked him down the hallway before he motioned Cupid to stand next to her, still holding one of his hands as to keep him from wandering off. The doors at the end of the ivory hallway opened. Beyond the doorway was a massive room - the kind of room forged of gold and marble that you would save as a room for a prince or Emperor. On the far wall was a row of cribs, all big enough for a baby of Cupid's size to sleep in during nap time. Along the left wall stood tables with padded surfaces and built in shelves full of stacks of unused diapers and bottles of baby powder and baby oil.

Walking up to Venus and Cupid stood a woman. She wore a classic Greek tunic evocative of her homeland, but was colored a bright pastel pink and clasped with little golden roses, signifying her role as Venus' servant. Her hair and eyes were a rich chocolatey brown and her cheeks were covered in freckles.

"Lady Venus. My little prince. How was the meeting?"

"It was droll. I have no idea why we host them so frequently, but Jupiter was never one to tolerate our absence."

"I'm very sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, I bet. Psyche, could you look after Cupid? There are some things I need to… tend to."

"Of course, Lady Venus." Psyche offers her hand to Cupid, being only a head taller than the godling. "And how was you're day?" She asked, having switched to baby-talk.

"It was kind of boring," answered Cupid. "Papaw was complaining, Auntie Minny embarrassed him and Uncle Bac-Bac fell down."

"Really?" Responded Psyche, She placed a hand on the front of his diaper, then the back. "Oh my. Did somebody make a stinky?"

Cupid blushed a little and then nodded his head.

"Alright. Let's get you out of that nasty thing and into a new one."

Contrary to popular belief, the gods did not create mankind, but rather the Titans did before the Titanomachy shaped the universe into its current form. Vulcan, God of the Forge and Cupid's father, had attempted to use his skills of creation to rediscover this secret of life-giving, but his method was imperfect. Instead of creating a human, he instead wound up creating homunculi, a flawed parody of humanity. Molded from clay, these pseudo-humans were immortal and lacked any will of their own. However, they were very good at faking human personalities and did whatever their godly creators did without question, so Vulcan was commissioned to create more as a servant race for the gods.

Cupid was too young to really remember the real Psyche. Psyche's design and name was based off of a human girl Cupid had encountered a few thousand years ago. They very quickly became friends and Cupid told his mommy and daddy about it, proclaiming his love her and wanting to marry her. Venus and Vulcan found it amusing that their son had wanted to marry at his age - especially with a human girl - but they knew that his understanding of the concept was underdeveloped at the time. Nothing but "puppy love." So they did the next best thing. Vulcan had crafted a woman in her likeness, and rather than be a wife or consort to the teen-toddler godling, she was more like a nanny. She would look after him when no one else could, play with him when he was alone, feed him, lay him down for naps and everything else the godling needed. She was like a wet-nurse and an interactive toy all rolled into one.

Psyche took his hand and led him to one of the changing tables, his walking made into an awkward waddle with the thick padding between his legs and the load against his butt causing the back to droop. She grabbed his other arm and, like a freshly dried sheet, lifted Cupid up by his hands as his wings made him lighter than air, the godling giggling as he did so. As he started to float downward, Psyche guided him so that he landed onto the changing table, Cupid's diaper making an awkward squish as he landed. She gently pushed him down on his back, Cupid feeling the mess compressing and spreading against his skin. Psyche untaped his diaper and revealed the mess that coated his hairless waist. He giggled a little as he felt wipes tickle him, Psyche making sure that every part of his body was clean.

As Psyche retrieved the new diaper to replace the used one, a man in a baby-blue tunic walked into the nursery, carrying Iris in her arms. The man, a pseudo-human named Ganymede, carried Iris over to the changing table next to Psyche and Cupid. He wordlessly laid her on her back as he began to un-tape her diaper, the colorful godling preoccupied with the formula in a bottle.

"Hey, Iris!" Cupid called out as his bottom was placed onto the unfolded diaper.

Iris stopped sucking on the bottle when she noticed him. "Cupid!"