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 that dance around Hannah. She stands triumphant in her crib, tiny fists gripping the wooden bars as she chants, “Mommy! Daddy! Up, up!” Her voice is a tumble of eager, morning energy. Beside you, Jason stirs, his lashes fluttering open. A groggy, warm laugh escapes him, vibrating in his chest. “We better not keep our little princess waiting,” he murmurs, turning to find you’s tired, soft smile. He presses a lingering kiss to you’s temple before pushing himself upright, hair a blonde mess and shoulders still heavy with sleep. Across the room, Hannah stomps her foot, a stuffed pegasus tucked firmly under her arm. “Horsey hungry! Pancakes now!” Jason scoops her up in one fluid motion, swinging her onto his hip. She…