"Don't got gentle into the good night. Rage, rage, against the dying of light."
Annabeth hummed gently as she read the poem to herself. It amazed her how those little words meant so much.
Poetry was always so captivating to her. Although she was an architect; owning the biggest company, sharing it with her older Brother Malcom, she often wondered how writers lived their lives.
It amazed her how writers were able to capture the souls of their readers.
True it was just words, but sometimes she thought maybe there was something deeper than just words written in a piece of paper; poem, books, they had a meaning behind them, they held the wonders of different things in the world. The thing she loved about reading was that, it was nice to just escape from reality once in a while. It was nice to read the lives of other people.
Annabeth often found herself wandering into space, just thinking, about life, thinking about the wonders and complications of life. She picked her book up from the counter, she was halfway through her book, "Out of my mind."
She was taken away in the world of the writer. It was a beautiful book explaining how maybe people are just tried of going around in circles all the time. Using a fish leaping out of it's bowl as an allegory explaining how maybe the fish wanted to know how it felt to just escape that lonely world for a while. You see sometimes people are just tried, and exhausted of running around in circles, they start to crave beauty and madness, and beauty become addictive, like fire. And even though people know the fire will kill them, they'd rather be burned up with beauty, rather than live a long boring life without any madness.
Oh great.
Annabeth thought she was now turning into those sappy people who turned emotional over the littlest things.
But she was had a good excuse, she was 2 months pregnant, and if she wanted to have mood swings, and if she wanted to be emotional over a book, so be it she thought.
"Mommy?" Annabeth was snapped out of her trance by her 5 year old son, looking at her with worried eyes.
"Yes baby?" Annabeth asked as she gently picked her son up holding onto him.
"Why were you crying?"
"Mommy was reading a sad story, but don't worry"
All Noah did was nod and lean snuggle against her chest, why playing with her curls. Sometimes she had to remind herself this was real, and she wasn't dreaming about Noah actually being in her arms. She still remembered being afraid that she wouldn't be a good mom, her step-mother hated her, her mother was never there.
At least she had Percy.
"What would you like for breakfast honey?"
Annabeth didn't want to wake her husband up, he came home late last night after his very hectic meeting.
"I want pancakes!" Noah cheered
"Pancakes it is!" Annabeth cheered along him
"Mommy, may I watch SpongeBob please?"
"Of course, just make sure you don't wake you don't wake daddy up"
Annabeth smiled as she watched her son, she was so thankful for this beautiful family she had. Sometimes it didn't feel so real.
She still remembered meeting Percy, she remembered how she didn't want anything to do with him.
But dang it, her seaweed brain broke through her walls.
It feels like yesterday when she first met Percy. It all happened so fast, she didn't even have time to blink.
It all started with an accident, but maybe it was faith, bringing him to her, as hey both began their story.
Author's Note:
Hey!
so I decided to keep my other story; "Wouldn't have it any other way" as a one-shot;
this is an all human AU, pretty excited for this story. :D
-Until next time
