A/N I thought of this when making pizza with my grandpa. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I, quite sadly, don't own Percy Jackson or anything with a star[*] next to it.

I was enjoying my Saturday night, with my fat 25-year-old butt plopped in front of the TV, watching Law and Order: SVU* in the tiny apartment I shared with Percy when I heard previously said person calling out.

"AAANNNNNNIIIEEEE-BETH! I'm huuuuuuuungry! Can we make pizza?" I rolled my eyes at his childish tactics, but, nevertheless, I switched the TV off and got up.

"Sure, Seaweed Brain. What kind do you want?" I responded, shuffling through the pizza delivery advertisements. Percy came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my eensy-weensy baby bump. Yes, I was pregnant, no, we weren't married yet. We were engaged, it was just that it was hard to plan the wedding in the spur of our busy New Yorker lives. Don't judge.

"No, Bethie, I wanna make it ourselves. All homemade, like mom used to make," he protested, his warmth wrapping me up from head to toe. I wanted to protest, but Percy was hard to resist. No, wait, I take back saying that, I don't want this story to sound like Fifty Shades of Gray*. Anyway, as I begin to protest, Percy just conveniently decided to kiss the top of my head and begin muttering to unexpected but anticipated bump.

"Percy, we aren't the best cooks, and I don't want to set the fire alarm off AGAIN-" I started, only to get interrupted by our favorite water-bender.

"But PUH-lease Bethie? We can each make our own little pizzas, and yours can have whatever your weird cravings desire, and-" he interrupted, only to be stopped.

"My 'weird cravings'? What are they, bothersome?"

"Heh- well, Anniebethie, maybe I shouldn't have said that?"

"Good boy." I patted Percy's head, as I got out the ingredients for pizza dough.

"YAY!" He cheered, expressing glee similar to a five year old who found out they were getting a puppy. I sighed. Percy would be Percy, even if that meant he would retain the intelligence of a kindergartener. He got the bread mixer out, and I started making the dough. (A/N I have NO idea how you make pizza dough, so don't ask me. :P)

-Ze line of linebreakness-

As Percy and I decorated our pizzas, I reached to grab some seaweed to shade the little olive-owl I made on mine, when Percy grabbed my wrist and threw the seaweed. OUT THE WINDOW. Cue cat noise. "And what- was that- FOR?"

Percy didn't even look up from his pizza as he responded, "What? Nothing from the sea, it's just like eating my relatives or something!" I rolled my eyes as tried my best not to strangle him.

"Fine." I popped both pizzas in the oven and sat back down on the couch, Percy following after. Rather than turning the TV on, I snuggled into him. He kissed the top of my head. We stayed like that until we heard the oven ding. The pizzas ended up being burnt and stinking up the entire apartment, but it was still a fun night.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! Please leave a review!

-Alle-