REMEMBER WHEN I SAID IMMA STOP WRITING PERCABETH FOR A WHILE? WELL THAT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN COZ PERCY MAKES A CUTE DADDYNA. DEAL WITH IT.
It was a rare occurrence whenever Annabeth came home early and the days she did, it made her wish to abandon her workaholic tendencies and blueprints and make her butt stay home.
Today turned out to be one of those days. Percy was already home, probably entertaining or reading to Cassie, not that he read any better, Cassie just made him read because she knew it screwed with his seaweed filled- brain a bit. Cassie had developed the ability to read at a very young age, already having the brainpower and vocabulary that not many 4 years old possessed, of course, she was part-Athena, it would be criminal not to be smart. Though Annabeth didn't deem that piece of information important enough to tell Percy, no, he looked cute when he was trying to figure out exactly what the cow said to the piggy or precisely what problem Noddy was facing.
Percy usually came home early to minimise the time he spent away from Cassie, he was turning her into a real Daddy's girl or, in their case, he was turning into more of a Daughter's daddy. Cassie had him wrapped around her pinky, he was ready to bent backwards even at the hint of a wish.
So, kicking off her heals, she ran upstairs to the nursery eager to meet Cassie setting up a new plan (four years old and already planning, she was so proud!) in order to get her Daddy dearest into doing something humiliating and difficult but when she went inside, she found no Daddy but...
"What are you doing?"
Both father and daughter turned at the same time and their faces broke into identical grins.
"Daddyna and I were playing tea-party! Now that you're home, you can actually make the tea!"
Percy got up, his hand rubbing his neck in an embarrassed way. That was when she broke down, falling on the floor laughing so hard her sides were aching. He looked hilarious, 'Daddyna' was wearing a tangled mess of a wig, with careless makeup coating his eyes and lipstick on his lips and his own blush was almost making the fake one disappear. He was supporting a bright red dress that clashed horribly with everything he had one, especially the NYPD uniform shirt underneath, displaying his hairy legs.
He said something that sounded like "Guh gaaahh" and immedietly left their company, prefering to change into something suitable for his own gender and probably thinking a few push ups were in order, seeing as he'd just undergone a drastic and embarassing change to 'the other side'.
Annabeth, who was still laughing on the floor felt all her humour drain out of her lips as a sudden revelation hit her. She got up and raced towards Percy.
"IS THAT MY DRESS?"
I'm thinking about making loads of drabbles for this one! Tell me if I should continue.
Loads of you have told me to write longer stories and I'm thinking about trying that out.
Sorry for my inactivity, I actually wrote a lot of stories on paper and ended up losing most of them. *sigh*
Anyway, I'm just going to be desperate here and ask you for a review (constructive criticism too!).