Disclaimer: I don't own shit
"a banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain." Mark Twain
R.Q.J Book: The Blood-bringer.
It was a stormy Saturday evening in Williamsport, Pennsylvania for one pregnant Sally Jackson. She was expected to give birth at any moment. So she had to be extremely careful and overly cautious as to make sure nothing bad happened.
"Mum? are you alright?" Sally heard her 4-year-old son. Ridley Quincy say to her in the distance. The boy had dark brown hair. Deep sea-blue eyes. And was rather tall for his age. Standing at 3'4 or 101.6 centimetres tall.
He was a rather cute and intelligent boy. Figuring out how to talk 2 months before the average baby could. And being able to walk a month before the average baby could walk.
"yes, yes. I'm fine love" Sally said to her firstborn as he picked him up and giving him a kiss on his left cheek.
He puffed his adorable cheeks saying "Mum! I'm not a babe anymore!" He said in his adorable voice.
"I know, I know sweetheart." Sally said as she put him on the ground.
Ryd looked at his mum's stomach "Mum?" He asked.
Sally looked at him before answering "yes? Sweetheart?"
"When will you give birth? Will it be a boy or a girl? What will it's name be? Andwho's the father?" Ryd repeatedly questioned his mum.
"I'll give around the middle of august sweetheart. It's still a wee bit too early to say if it's a boy or a girl sweetheart. If it's a name, Perseus. Percy for short. If it's a girl, then Andromeda, or Andy for short. And the father is also your father, sweetheart" sally patiently answered all his questions.