Character A makes too many cookies and shares them with Character B

Percy looks at the table before him that is littered with endless trays of cookies. It's overwhelming, really, staring so much sugar in the eyes. There's chocolate chip, and sugar cookies, red and green sprinkles, and everything in between, and it has Percy wondering if he's going to be able to eat them all.

He blames his mother. She's always baked during Christmas, and he thinks a part of that has been instilled inside of him. So it's really his mom's fault that he's staring what could very well be bordering five-hundred cookies in his painfully sugared eyes.

"Daddy?"

Percy's eyes flick down to the counter where he spots his three-year-old peeking over the table on the tips of her toes. Her hair is a mess of blonde curls, and she reminds him so much of her mother. He smiles gently. "You're supposed to be asleep, baby."

She rubs her eyes tiredly, coming around the counter to raise her arms up at him. He obliges, picking her up, before turning back to the counter.

"Cookies?"

Percy kisses the top of her head as she rests her head on his shoulder. "Lots of cookies for Santa Claus."

"Is Santa Claus coming?"

"Not net, princess," he tells her. "Santa Claus comes tomorrow night."

"I think that's too much cookies for Santa Claus to eat," she whispers quietly. It makes his heart melt. He can tell she's very sleepy, and she must have just woken up. Percy glances to the clock that reads two in the morning before he turns his attention back to his daughter in his arms. He rocks her back and forth.

"Why are you awake?" he asks softly.

She just shrugs, and he figures he's not going to be getting much information from her when she's in that state. He picks up a cookie with sprinkles and taps his daughter's shoulder with it to get her attention. She grabs it silently, bringing it to her mouth and nibbling the corner tiredly, her mouth coating with crumbs.

"Yummy?" he asks.

"Mh-hm."

Percy chuckles, letting her have a moment to finish the treat. Her mom would probably murder him if she found out that he let her have sugar at bedtime, but he's also sure that she's sleeping right now. He could probably outrun her if she decided to chase after him too.

The thought brings a smile to his face. His wife waddling around the house with her protruding stomach is too cute of a thought for him to handle. She'd run out of breath so easily, and he'd feel bad that she couldn't catch and bully him, so he'll slow down and let her get to him just to keep her happy. And then she would pretend to be mad, but he'd bait her with another cookie, and she'd kiss him, and he'll fall in love with her all over again.

"Santa Claus is going to eat all of the cookies?"

Percy smiles, picking up a cookie for himself. "Not all of them."

"What about the rest?"

"I don't know," he admits. "I guess we just have to eat them all ourselves."

His daughter picks up her head to look at the piles upon piles of cookies. She looks so concerned, so much like her mother, that he chuckles. "I can't eat all that."

An idea pops into his head, and he's probably going to regret this later, but he sets his daughter down and pulls a plate of cookies off the counter. "Let's go share some with mommy then."

She follows him down the wall, taking many more steps than him in order to keep up with his larger strides. He reaches the door of his bedroom, slowly creaking the door open. It's pitch black in the room, and he can just barely make out her figure on the bed, herself turned on her side with one leg kicked up and a blanket already sliding off of her.

Percy bends down to his daughter, handing her the plate. "Go give this to mommy."

She does as she's told, quietly pattering over to her mother's side. Percy watches as she struggles onto the bed, setting the plate on the mattress so she can kick one leg over the edge and try to pull herself up. Percy goes to her side to make sure she doesn't fall off, and he helps give her the last boost so she can crawl onto the bed.

His wife's back is to Percy so as their daughter crawls closer to them, she doesn't even stir. Sophia sets the plate onto her mom's stomach and her tiny hands come to try and shake her awake.

"Mommy," she whispers, fingers brushing up and down his wife's arms. "We brought you cookies."

Annabeth shifts slightly, and Percy knows that she's awake even though her eyes are closed.

"Wake up," she whispers loudly.

"What is it, Sophie?" Annabeth stretches a leg out, her eyes still closed.

"I have cookies for you."

Annabeth blinks open one eye now and meets Sophia's eyes that are peering at her in the dark. "Why do you have cookies for me right now?"

"Daddy told me to give them to you," she says, and Percy can't believe his own kid just sold him out.

It's like she can sense another person in the room now because she turns onto her other side and locks eyes with him in the dark. "Daddy told you to bring me cookies in the middle of the night?"

"They're super yummy. Daddy gave me one too."

Annabeth shakes her head at him, but she's smothering a smile into the comforter. "Did he?"

"Daddy said I can have another one," she says, fingers trying to pick up another cookie. Annabeth's hand wraps around her daughter's wrist, stopping her.

"Daddy did not," he defends, humored. He joins them on the bed, sitting cross-legged next to Annabeth. He takes the plate from Annabeth, handing her one cookie. "Daddy just made too many cookies. Santa Claus can't eat them all."

Their daughter nods seriously.

Annabeth smiles and rolls her eyes, taking it from his fingers. "Mrs. Claus can't eat them all either, Percy."

"I heard Mrs. Claus has a little buddy that might be able to help," he teases. When his daughter isn't looking, he moves his hand to rest over her stomach, and he smiles at the reminder of what they've created.

Annabeth takes a small bite. "How many did you make?"

"I think I counted five-hundred something."

She chokes. "Percy."

"It wasn't my fault. I couldn't sleep, so I made cookies, then I made more, and some more, and it just happened."

"So now you woke me up to eat all of the cookies you made when I already don't sleep?"

"Yes."

Sophia bounces excitedly. "Can we make some more cookies?"

"You're supposed to be asleep," Annabeth says.

"I'm not tired," she whines.

"Not now that daddy gave you a cookie," she mutters pointedly to Percy. He just smiles and kisses her forehead.

"Can we watch a movie?" she pleads.

Annabeth pinches Percy's side, and he pulls her close. She molds into his side, her stomach resting on his, and whispers, "This is your fault," before telling Sophie, "One movie and then sleep."

Sophia excitedly settles into her parents' bed. She steals Percy's pillow right out from under his head which has him insulted but also endeared, but he just uses Annabeth's pillow instead. He throws on a random movie, and it's not long before their daughter is asleep beside them, leaving the two of them alone in each other's arms.

"I can't believe that you woke me up to eat cookies at two in the morning," she whispers, flicking his nose. "Naughty boy."

"Baby, you haven't seen naughty," he tells her, nipping her nose lightly in retaliation. "I'd show you what naughty is, but our baby is in the bed."

"Two babies in bed," she reminds him, pointedly dragging his hand away from where it had started to travel up her thigh.

"Don't remind me," he says. "I can't believe we're going to have two kids."

She laughs quietly. "It's insane."

"It is," he agrees, "but it's also amazing. I love you two so much, and I don't know how that love could possibly get bigger, but it does every single day, and when this baby comes — I don't know how I'm going to survive. I think the overwhelming love may give me a heart attack."

"Don't do that. I need you to change diapers while I sleep."

"I need to change diapers?"

"You change diapers and do laundry and dishes and cleaning, and I'll snuggle the baby."

"So nothing changes, then?" he teases.

"Oh, shut up."

Percy laughs into her neck. He kisses the warm skin before saying, "I'll change the diapers and do the laundry and dishes. You just make sure our baby is nice and safe inside there."

"Your baby is not very happy inside there right now."

Percy pouts. "Why not?"

"Baby wants another cookie."

"The baby wants a cookie? Not you? The baby?"

"Of course it's the baby. How dare you insinuate that I would ever eat something so toxic otherwise."

"Oh, my bad."

Annabeth snorts, pressing her face into his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She's really warm against him, and it feels good in the cool air of the house. They fall into a silence as the movie plays in the room, the only source of light. Her breathing begins to even out, and he can tell that she's falling asleep. He lets her, rubbing up and down her back.

To his side, his daughter is out like a light. She's so small to him, barely taking up any space on the bed, and it's difficult to imagine when she was first born. It feels like forever ago, but it was really only three years. So much has changed since then. Him and Annabeth have been up and down and left and right trying to figure this parenting thing out. They managed to survive, if just barely, but they did it by each other's side.

He doesn't think he could have done this without her. She's his best friend, his rock in the middle of a storm. It was hard, but they did it.

And now there's another baby on the way. They don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, but Percy has a feeling it's another daughter. He wouldn't mind another daughter. He didn't know he could love someone as much as he loves Sophia, and if he can feel that love with another daughter, then he wants to. He knows that things are going to fall apart again, though not in a bad way.

Him and Annabeth are probably going to be running around like headless chickens with the new baby all while Sophia sits back and watches, but he wouldn't change it for the world. They'll figure it out as long as they have each other.

Besides. What's life is not a journey?

Annabeth shifts against him again, and he pulls a blanket up the both of them. This is a life he will never get tired of. He is so thankful for moments like this. They don't come often, but he cherishes these midnight shenanigans. It's a different thing to just lay with your family at night and forget the rest of the world. It's a breath of fresh air, a moment where nothing matters except the people he loves.

He's glad that he ended up making way too many cookies. It was surely a chunk of his paycheck to buy so many different ingredients, but it brought him to where he is now. It's a beautiful, fleeting moment, and money does not matter to him. No price can be put on this, he thinks.

Percy presses a kiss to Annabeth's forehead again before he closes his eyes. As he drifts off to sleep, he's thinking of Annabeth and the perfect world they've created.

So let me just set some things straight. I am a senior in high school. I don't need to be writing any of this, and I can promise you I don't have the time to do it but I'm doing it anyways. So when i get a review like the one from yesterday, it's just upsetting.

I'm writing fanfiction. Everything I write comes from my own mind. I write Annabeth as I see fit, and to say that I'm writing her too out of character is just... wrong. Maybe she's not what you picture her to be to YOU, but that's exactly how I see her. If you don't like it, then you're not obligated to read it. Go write it yourself.

Yes, Annabeth can "destory Percy's wallet" and still be an independent woman. She is MARRIED to Percy in the last chapter. People spend money on each other in marriage. If you expect husbands and wives to never spend money on each other, then idk what to tell you. Regardless, if you DO want to go with that mentality, remember it was Percy that suggested buying Christmas decorations. Literally fucking Christmas decorations.

So to go out of your way to leave a comment, and to LET ME KNOW that you went out of your way to leave a comment that makes no fucking sense, is just insane. Don't sit here and tell me Annabeth isn't written well in all of my stories because you still took the time to read all of my stories, didn't you? And you said it yourself, they're fictional characters. There is no written way that they are beyond marriage, so don't tell me there is. I've seen the reviews you've left before, and two others besides this one were incredibly rude. It's incredibly insulting to tell me I'm contributing to sexist trends because i wrote a fictional story about purchasing Christmas decorations. It it hurts to read my writing, then let me tell you a secret: don't.

I don't usually want to respond to reviews like this because I don't want to seem like that person, but just no. I tried so hard to ignore it, but it's not the first review like that. Something about this review was really upsetting. I don't mind constructive criticism, but that's not what this was. This was just rude and had no real purpose behind it. There was nothing good to come from that comment whatsoever, and if I get another comment like that, one that has absolutely no purpose and nothing useful, I'll just stop posting them here.