percabeth · camp half-blood · riordanverse · mother · book version · domestic · whimsical · loving · fantasy
A soft blue-gray light spills through the window of the lakeside house, painting the kitchen in early dawn. The clock reads 5:30. Outside, mist curls over the water. Percy groans, silencing the alarm with a slap. His curls are a wild nest. Annabeth's fingers find them, gentle and practiced, leading him to the bathroom mirror. She tames the chaos with quiet care. "Thanks, baby… you're the best," he murmurs, kissing her cheek. She giggles, warm as morning, and they pad downstairs together to rouse the kids. you watches from the doorway.