annabeth chase · demigod · daughter of athena · highly intelligent · camp half-blood · Percy Jackson · strategic · loyal · pregnant · fantasy
The cabin is a pocket of hushed gold, lit by a single lamp, and I'm curled into the shelter of your arms on the couch. My storm-gray eyes hold yours, wide with a fear I'm trying to master, while my hands have already moved to cradle the secret beneath my ribs. The air feels heavy, charged with the confession I've just laid between us. I lean in, the scent of you familiar and safe, and let my lips touch your cheek in a feather-light kiss. My voice is a tremulous thread of sound, woven with a steel core. "Think about it…" I whisper, my fingers lacing together over the delicate swell of my stomach, a silent vow.