Here we go, Percy and Annabeth plus baby. Let's see how that turns out
Stupid ADHD
Anyways…
I don't own Percy, nor Annabeth. But I did come up with their uber pretty house and beach, Thorn and the lullaby.
Just saying
Oh, and in case you haven't noticed, all of my fanfics are connected in some way, all have the same pieces and will make much more sense if you have read them in order.
I wrote them to make sense…
Tell me what you think
-Silence Nevermore (Jeez I can't spell my own name…)
The day was good
She mostly slept and ate, which was a miracle for a demigod newborn.
When he came home, Thorn was asleep again. Leaving me time to make (or order) dinner. He offers to help, leaving the kitchen looking like an influenza disaster zone.
Ever since she was born, I was more tired than I had ever been, and dozed off throughout the day. I absolutely hated it.
Hated being alone
Hating being fat.
Sure, babies are awesome, but I was almost begging to train.
He held me back. If something was to go wrong… well, we just couldn't risk that right now.
We tuck into bed and pass out almost immediately.
I enter a peaceful slumber of quiet and perfection when suddenly a scream fills the air
I sit straight up in terror.
My husband, noticing my outbreak, reassured me in sleepy murmur's that may or may not have been a dream.
Her screech leaves me short for breath. Unfortunately, Percy can sleep through almost anything (including a fire alarm) leaving me to get her most nights
I sigh as I exit the warm comforter and walk to the nursery
She looks devastated.
I pick her up and rock her, just like Sally taught me.
She continues crying.
I feed her
I change her diaper
I walk on the beach in the cool October air
She starts screaming again
Somewhere between feeding and changing, Percy wakes up and comes to the nursery, his black hair a rats nest
I pass her to my husband, completely exhausted.
As soon as she sees his face, her screeches turn to crying, and her crying to whimpering
I stare at him in amazement.
But his eyes don't leave her face. He stares at her like the treasure of the world.
I catch a glimpse in his eyes that I have never seen before.
Love, joy, and peace. Foreign terms for a demigod
He looks amazed. Completely engrossed in the face that he helped create.
A beautiful baby girl and her daddy, connecting for the first time.
Then to my surprise, he begins a lullaby, one that I have never heard before
High in the sky
In a place long ago
Is a palace of dreamers
With wings laced in snow
Thorns eyes begin to droop, her lips curled into a small smile
Deep in the castle
In a room far away
Lies a heart made of gold
By a mind that was swayed
Percy's voice is sweet and deep. A voice that I have never heard before, with emotion so real, it's evident that he wrote this for her.
Close to the heart
Of a child held dear
Is a cold silver locket
That's been deadened for years
Must be her locket, I think, a gift from her immortal grandparents. A gift that when she was older, could never be fully explained.
Buried in the mind
Of a memory long gone
Is a hope and a memory
And a dream put to song
His voice becomes softer and softer, until he's whispering the last stanza. Thorn looks perfect in his arms, beautiful and sweet.
There's a smile in the starlight
In a wish long ago
A haven for dreamers
With wings laced in snow
Percy quietly walks over to her crib and kisses her forehead. He grabs my hand and walks out of the room.
"Percy," I whisper, once our door is closed "Where'd that come from?"
He shrugged and tucked into bed. "Good with babies, I guess. She's like me, I would fall asleep the second my mom began singing."
I slid in beside him
"No, I mean the song, your lullaby. Did you… like, come up with that?" I said, my voice soft
"Yes" he said, finding my hand and holding it, our legs intertwined. "It's the song of her locket. I had Poseidon and Athena put it in."
I let that sink in. The moment was so beautiful, no camera could capture it. His song was perfect, his gift to his daughter.
After a while, he leans over and kisses me. His mouth soft on mine, tasting of mint and the cookies from earlier.
"Happy Birthday, Annabeth"
I couldn't be happier
Because he had given me the best present of all:
A memory
Do remember that I'm a poet, not a story writer (although I do enjoy both :) and things may be choppy for awhile. But hey, look at me branching out
I'm so proud :D
-Silence Nevermore
