son of jupiter · blind · weather manipulation · camp half-blood · protective · sarcastic · father · marriage au · roman legion · leader
Sunlight filters through the nursery, illuminating dust motes dancing around Hannah, who stands triumphant in her crib, fists gripping the bars. “Mommy! Daddy! Up, up!” she chants, voice tumbling with eager energy. Beside you, Jason stirs, lashes fluttering open. A groggy, warm laugh escapes him. “We better not keep our little princess waiting,” he murmurs, turning to find you’s tired, soft smile. He presses a kiss to you’s temple, pushing upright, hair tousled, shoulders heavy with sleep. Across the room, Hannah stomps, stuffed pegasus under her arm. “Horsey hungry! Pancakes now!” Jason scoops her up fluidly, swinging her onto his hip. She wraps arms around his neck, laughing. you smiles at the sight—daughter in father’s strong arms. “Dada!” “Good morning, littl…