"So nobody knows who did it? And neither of you did it?" Reyna asked, looking down quizzically at her two kids. Well, the two who were old enough to have broken into the safe at three in the morning.

"No, mom." The pair said in unison.

She raised a brow. Really?

"And neither of you can control water right?" She crossed her arms slowly. She snuck a look at Percy standing behind them, shaking his head. It was a dirty trick. They both had control over water, thanks to Percy's own heritage

"No, mo-'' they began, before Lisa - their eldest daughter - froze.

"Wait, hold on. Yes, I can!" She hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at her mother. Marcus shook his head. "What the-?!"

"So you weren't listening."

"I- You- We- ARGH" The angered 14-year-old went to walk out of the kitchen.

"Lisa," Percy called carefully. She stopped. "Come back here please." The brunette stomped back into the kitchen and folded her arms. Marcus - their eldest child and only son - stood quietly in front of Reyna, head down.

"Now then," Percy shifted the sleeping toddler in his arms. "Who's going to explain first?"

The duo looked at anything that wasn't their parents. Neither looked entirely happy to be in the situation they had found themselves in, Lisa was shifting from foot to foot nervously while Marcus played with the scar on his hand.

Percy glanced between the two, Reyna looking at him, before sighing disappointedly. Lisa and Marcus both flinched at the sound, they didn't like disappointing their parents.

"Here's what's gonna happen." Lisa and Marcus gulped nervously at their dad's smooth, calm voice. "I'm gonna go put Isabel down to nap, and when I get back someone better have an explanation as to why my trident is sticking out of the ceiling. Understood?" They nodded vigorously.

"Yes, dad."

As Percy walked away with baby Isabel and Reyna trailing behind.

"Why does that get them to listen, but if I ground them they don't care." Reyna stopped at the bottom of the stair as Percy trudged up to the second floor.

"Because you never back up your threats. You're too much of a softie on them."

BREAK

It was official, Lisa was having the worst morning.

It had started off badly, to begin with. She had been up way too early for it to be healthy, she had been hungry, and she hadn't felt the greatest. Then to make matters worse, just as she was going to fall back asleep Isabel had started crying.

So she'd pulled herself from the comfort and cozy haven of her duvet to trudge across the hall to Isabel's room picked up the screaming child and walked her down into the lounge where she tried her best to soothe her crying sister.

"Hey there Izzy." Lisa cradled the small girl as she shushed her quietly. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, what's wrong?" She hugged the small baby tightly as Isabel slowly calmed.

"There we go! See? Isn't it fun being quiet?" Lisa took a step and stubbed her toe into the coffee table.

"Gah! Shi-MMMM" Lisa whined in pain as Isabel jostled from the surprise. Lisa, recovering from her stumble, sat quietly as Isabel's face scrunched up in the silent beginnings of a cry.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Isabel screamed.

CRASH! BANG! RIIIIPP!

"Oh, no!"

"What the Hades was that?!"

"Marcus! Language!"

"WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A TRIDENT IN MY KITCHEN?!"

"Percy! LANGUAGE!"

Lisa squeaked quietly at her dad's shout before looking down at the, now sleeping, Isabel.

"How am I gonna explain this to mum and dad?"

That had been how her morning had begun, and it was starting to look like it was going to be a lot worse.

Lisa looked up at Marcus. The older, taller child glanced at her. She bit her lip before speaking.

"I didn't do-" she tried to explain before he cut her off.

"I know." Marcus smiled encouragingly at her. "I know it wasn't you because Izzy's done the same thing with me before." Lisa almost dropped to the ground in relief. Marcus wrapped an arm around her and squeezed Lisa into his side.

"So I can just tell mum and dad? They won't think I'm making it up?" Lisa looked down at the ground in uncertainty. She'd never lied to them before, and they'd always encouraged her to tell them the truth, to tell them anything really.

"Yeah, they'll believe you."

"So," the two siblings' necks sprung up to their father as he walked back into the kitchen. The trident, previously stuck in the ceiling, resting aimlessly in his right hand. "Who wants to explain?"

"Isabel did it!" Lisa clamped a hand around her mouth as soon as the words were out. "I- I mean that- cause she was awake and then-" she fumbled over her mistake as she tried to find the right words, Marcus rubbed encouragingly at her back.

"Isabel again?" Lisa watched as her dad looked at the trident curiously. "Huh, Reyna said she did something similar the other day." Percy spun the large weapon before it turned into a small, golden ring. It settled comfortably onto his right-hand, ring finger.

"You alright sweetheart? What's wrong?" Percy moved closer to Lisa and Marcus, the two siblings were rather short compared to Percy's large frame. "Did it sound so absurdly strange that a 2-year-old would be able to do that?" Lisa nodded hesitantly and Marcus hugged her tighter.

Percy smiled softly at the two. "Well then," he glanced at the kitchen clock before looking back at his kids. "It's still way too early to do anything, so head back to bed and I'll clean up all of this." Percy smiled as Marcus didn't even hesitate before moving to the hall and back up the stairs.

"You alright Lisa?" The young girl nodded her head slowly. "Would you like a hug?" She nodded again.

"Come here." She hugged her dad tightly as he placed a chaste kiss on her scalp.

She really loved her family.