There is something about waking up at 9 am to see her beautiful face. It's the way she slowly opens her eyes, until her striking, gray ones meet yours, and she smiles at you, a genuine smile that makes your heart melt. It's how she sits up, and throws the covers off, before kissing your cheek and hopping out of bed. She's in your shirt that barely reaches mid-thigh on her, and she pulls on a pair of booty shorts that are covered by the shirt. She scratches her head a few times, yawning loudly. And as she makes her way to the door, she turns back to you. When she sees you watching her and smiling, she scrunched up her nose adorably and laughs a little. You watch her as she backs out of the room, and you wonder how you got so lucky.
When you finally get out of bed and to the kitchen, you see her waiting for you. She's drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. When she looks up and sees you she smiles that gorgeous smile again and picks up another cup of coffee from the counter, handing it to you.
"I accidentally mixed up our coffees a second ago. I don't understand how you can drink that stuff with so much sugar and cream in it. It makes me sick." She says, before faking a gag. You laugh loudly, and soon her melodic laughs join yours too.
"I don't understand how you can drink your coffee black," You retort, "Now that is disgusting." She snorts, and the sound makes you want to grab her and kiss her senseless. She folds up her newspaper and sets it on the table along with her coffee mug. She makes her way over to you and wraps her arms around your waist, leaning her forehead against your chest. She's so much shorter than you, a whole head and a half shorter, and you find that hilarious, since she used to make fun of you for being shorter than her. Her long blonde, princess curls cascade down her back and you run your fingers through them, twirling them at the end. She looks up at you then, with love and adoration filling her usually intimidating eyes. She leans up and kisses you, lightly, but with passion.
"I really love you, you know." She murmurs into your lips.
"I love you more." You say back.
She just shakes her head. "Not possible." She whispers, and then pulls away from you, making her way back to the table and to her coffee. Across from her on the table, you see a vase filled with all different colors of flowers. The sun is streaming in through the kitchen window in the small apartment that you finally saved enough money to get, with her help of course. You were able to leave behind the world of monsters the best you could, thanks to the help of the gods. You still visit camp in the summers as much as possible, but you both have jobs so it's getting difficult. The only thing that is still the same after all these years is her. And the fact that every day that passes you fall more and more in love with her. And also, the Sunday mornings, that are slow and content. When you realize that she will always be there for you.
Author's Note
So here is a little one-shot that I wrote last night. I'm currently having writer's block for Caught I have written the Nancy Bobofit chapter about hundred times but I just don't like the way it is flowing. Also, I'm thinking of writing a new story called "Insomnia", it's about Percy who has insomnia and he can never fall asleep before 4 a.m. and Annabeth who is the worker on duty at the coffee shop he goes to when he can't sleep at night. Do you think I should write it? Does it sound interesting? Let me know what you think!