A/N: Heyy! Here's a sweet, fluffly one. So much fluff you just might throw up. Sorry for that.

Kicking

Annabeth was sitting in her little study at their apartment, looking over a blueprint and fixing it according to what the client had complained about. She had been sitting there for the past thirty minutes, and already she felt her back aching and her will to work disappearing. Percy walking in was the perfect distraction. She leaned back on the chair, stretching her arms. Her husband leaned against the door frame looking at her bemusedly.

"I'm bored." she complained.
"It's a boring work." He said evenly. She glared at him.
"It's not. It's really interesting and I love it." He lifted an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, this revising part is boring, but I used to be able to handle the boring." She put her hands on her eight-months pregnant belly. "Maternity was supposed to give you more patience, not take what little you have." He chuckled. She winced suddenly. "Ow."
"He kicked?" Percy asked. She nodded, rubbing the sore spot.
"It looks cute in books and movies, but it's not so much when it's your ribs he's sticking his little foot in." She grumbled, wincing again when her son mercilessly kicked her again.
"Is he kicking too much?" He asked concernedly. She nodded. Lately, Logan had been a little jerk, keeping her awake at night with all his kicking.

Percy uncrossed his arms and walked into the room, pulling a spare chair and placing it in front of hers and sitting down.

"Come here." He said, pulling her chair towards him by the seat. "Where is he kicking?" Annabeth put his hand on the spot. He placed both hands on it and sure enough, felt the force of Logan's little feet pounding away. He leaned on his elbows, lowering his eyes to her belly's level and saying in a soothing voice. "Hey, kiddo, it's dad. I know you're all happy because you've got feet now, and you're not just a little blob anymore..." She laughed. "But you're hurting mom, so calm down, okay?" He finished, rubbing his thumbs over the spot his son was kicking. Logan gave one last strong kick that made Annabeth wince, but then they slowly started losing strength, until they stopped altogether.
"It worked." She said in wonder. He grinned up at her.
"Yeah." She looked down at him, eyes softening, leaning her forehead against his. "He calms down when you're around. He's going to be such a daddy's boy."

They closed their eyes, foreheads touching, just enjoying the tender moment and being together. The three of them.