Author's Note: Characters belong to Rick Riordan.
Little Something Left Behind
Artemis woke to the sound of crying. She sat up quickly and oriented herself before sliding out of bed and walking down the hall to the nursery. She was already shushing the baby as she picked him up. Her heart broke a little as she looked at the child who looked so much like him.
She began to walk around the room, talking softly as she moved,
"Hush, sweetheart, hush. I know. I know you miss him, too. You're so much like him, yes you are. Your green eyes, your hair, your smile. What I wouldn't give to see his smile again."
"He was a great man, you know. A hero. He never hesitated to help others. That's how we met. He saved me. He didn't hesitate when he ran into that tower. How I wish he had."
"You'll never really know him, but he'll always be watching over you. And over me. He'd never leave his family willingly. He'll always be there in our hearts."
By now the baby was soothed, lulled back into sleep by the walking. Or possibly by the talk of his father. Artemis smiled sadly with tears in her eyes as she laid her son back in his cradle. She tucked his blanket around him before exiting the room with the name Theseus painted on it.
She went back to her room, thinking of him the entire time. She lay back down and flipped to her side. Her eyes were on the picture on her bedside table, the one of the three of them, as she fell back asleep.
She dreamed of him that night, of his goodness and laughter and smile. She dreamed of her best friend. She dreamed of her lover. She dreamed of the father of her son. She dreamed of her husband, the love of her life. She dreamed of her Percy Jackson.