A/N: Hello! This story is dedicated to my sister, because she inspired it this morning while eating breakfast (she knows why :D).
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Frederick sat down the small plate of chicken and potatoes in front of his two and a half year old daughter. With his other hand, he carefully placed the bowl of beans in front of her, along with a cup of milk.
"Ew," she said, sticking her tongue out.
"Annie," he warned.
The thing was, Annabeth hated vegetables, and if her other food got mixed with any vegetables, Annabeth refused to eat the said other food.
Which was basically just a long way of stating that dinnertime was a daily struggle.
Frederick grabbed his own plate of food, and sat down to eat, all the while keeping a careful eye on his daughter.
"Not hungry," Annabeth complained, glaring at the beans. She stuck out her lip. "I don't like beans,"
Frederick sighed. "If you don't eat dinner, you can't have dessert," he told her. "And no snacks," Annabeth pouted.
"I'm allergic," Annabeth tried, a small grin on her face. She had probably heard that word on TV, Frederick guessed. Meanwhile, the chicken and the potatoes had disappeared from the plate, but the beans were still in plain sight.
"Eat them anyways," her father said.
"No!" Annabeth cried. "I hate beans!" Her gray eyes flashed.
"Annabeth," Dr. Chase cautioned. "Do you want to go to time-out?"
"Then do I still have to eat beans?"
He nodded. "Yes. And if you go to time-out, I'll add more beans to the bowl,"
Annabeth scrunched up her nose. "No snacks actually," she said, trying unsuccessfully to climb out of her booster seat. But Frederick wasn't about to let her get away. He walked over, and placed her back in the seat.
"Annabeth," he ordered. "You will stay there until those beans are gone from that bowl!"
"Okay," she sighed. "What if I don't finish the beans 'fore bed?"
"Then you'll have to eat them for breakfast."
"Not fair," Annabeth muttered. She crossed her arms. "You're mean!"
"I'm your father, Annabeth," he reminded his daughter.
"Why do I have to eat beans anyways?" Annabeth asked.
"Because I said so, and because they're good for you," Dr. Chase told her. He picked up a fork, and stuck a few beans on it. "Open up!"
Annabeth glared at him. "I can feed myself, Daddy," she said, grabbing the fork.
"Prove it," he said. Annabeth frowned.
"You're tricking me!" Annabeth complained. "Not falling for it!"
"Annie," he soothed. "It's really not that much. Just some beans. You can leave when the bowl is empty,"
"'Kay," she muttered, looking at the small bowl. Frederick got up to start doing the dishes, but turned around when he heard a loud bang.
Annabeth sat in her booster seat, holding up an empty bowl. Next to her, on the wooden floor, was a small pile of green beans. "See?" she said, apparently very pleased with herself. Annabeth pointed to the bowl. "Empty!"
Frederick sighed.
Annabeth smiled angelically at him.
A/N: For those of you who read Becoming a Father (by me) this one-shot would take place somewhere between chapter two and chapter three. If you don't read Becoming a Father, and you want more stories about Frederick and Annabeth, feel free to check it out!
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