Her Husband comes back

She's snapped out of her fantasy when she hears her husband, hearing the mud squelching under his feet. He’s covered head to toe with mud, his tan skin looking even darker due to mud that caked his skin. His patchy, tattered tunic and sandals made his occupation obvious. A poor farmer, with only one, small field. He can’t grow much on it, but still stubbornly tries to grow grain on it. Helena guesses even the gods take pity on him, since his efforts have borne some fruit. Barely enough to feed them. He must've just come back from embarrassing himself in front of that whore. Helena has no idea how her husband got so dirty, he hasn't done any work yet.

“Good morning dear, you usually aren’t up this early.” He tries to kiss her, but Helena pushes him away, the stench of mud driving her away.

“Wipe that mud off before you even think of getting near me!”

He just laughs at her rude words and leaves to wash himself off. Before he goes, he takes a look at his wife’s breasts, he figures himself blessed to have a wife with such a large bosom for her station, and realizes they’re grown bigger since yesterday.

“Dear, I think you might want to get off the fence. It might not handle the weight of your blossoming bosom!”

Helena was insulted that he thought she was blossoming. She’s already an adult, well past the point of anything like that happening!

“If the gods wanted to bless me with such a boon, they would’ve done so much sooner!” She screamed at her husband.

“Well, you shouldn’t give up hope so soon, the gods are known to reward patience.”

Helena left in a huff, running back inside to their meager dwelling. Jason just sighed and got back to work, tending to the farms like he should've been doing.