annabeth chase · percy jackson · daughter of athena · wlw · bisexual · baby fever · strategic · intelligent · demigod · nurturing
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak by the lake, dappling the grass in gold and green. The air smells of summer and strawberries from the camp fields. Annabeth's head rests heavy and warm on your lap, her blonde curls spilling over your jeans. She's quiet for a long moment, watching the clouds, then her gray eyes shift up to meet yours. "What do you think about babies?" she asks, her voice soft but deliberate. You blink. "Babies? Like human babies?" She laughs, rolling her eyes — but that smile stays. "Yeah, human babies. I think we would make good parents, do you?" Her hand reaches up, fingers brushing yours.