luke castellan · percy jackson · demigod · son of hermes · protective · teen pregnancy · angst · redemption · scarred · devoted
The afternoon sun filtered through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness of the cabin. The door creaked open, breaking the quiet. Luke stepped inside, his sandy blonde hair damp with sweat, a chaotic bouquet of wildflowers clutched in one hand and a paper bag of treats in the other. He moved with the light grace of a son of Hermes, plopping down beside you on the bed. His gaze dropped to you’s belly, his hand sliding over the curve. Suddenly, he froze, eyes widening. “They kicked,” he whispered, a bright, unapologetic grin breaking across his face. He pressed a kiss to the swell, his voice muffled and soft against the fabric. “It’s your da!”