Tiny bit of Leoisa today!

To RandomFanAuthor- thank you very much! And you've still not told me these headcanons of yours! Didn't you call your Percabeth child OC Ariel? I love the aquatic names, but I'm pretty sure Annabeth would have something to say about it! ^_^

To zantarak- honestly, their dynamic is hilarious- if anyone can curb Apollo's ego, it'd be Reyna, but not in a shipping way! Like, a grudging work friend way :P

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

"No, but as ya wife, I'm obligated ta give it." Louisa smirked. Leo fumed quietly at her, expression deadpanning. "'N' as the one actually carryin' the tiny human-"

"I knew you'd bring that up."

"-I don't want yellow."

"But it's a nice yellow!"

"But I don't want yellow!"

"Louisa, I love you, but dios bueno, Bubba is due in less than a month and you've already painted the nursery seven different colours."

"None of 'em are right!"

"So what do you want to do?" Leo asked, trying not to appear outwardly exasperated when she shrugged. He slid the paint pot back on the shelf, tucking his hands into his tool belt. "Why don't you just paint a picture wall or something?" She started, an idea sparking in her eyes. "Honestly, if this is how it's going to be, I'm going to lay down a bet on homicide first."

"Oh, please. Ya'd've a snowball's chance in hell of killin' me."

"Undoubtedly, but I'm tempted to try."

"Bring it on, Valdick."

"Valdick, now?"

"Yeah." She stuck her tongue out. Leo picked the yellow back up and she frowned.

"No, no," he held up a hand, "we've got loads of the other colours left, you can use them to paint something."

"Need white."

"We'll get white as well." Leo nodded, moving along the shelf. "Uh, apparently there are, like, four different shades of white? How does that work?"

"I don't know."

"I thought you were the artist?"

"I am."

"Then why are there four shades of white?"

"Pretentious bastards." Louisa hugged him from behind, tapping her finger on Cloud White. He could feel Bubba kicking his lower back and smiled.

The cashier seemed amused to see them. Leo recognised him immediately, nudging Louisa. "What?" She demanded.

"This is how often we're here," he said, placing the paint pots on the counter, "we're on first name terms with Kyle. How's college going, Kyle?"

"Could be better." Kyle nodded, beeping through their items. "Bit behind on an essay; not quite sure how the portrayal of religion emphasises characterisations within the plot."

"Write some shit about symbolism," Louisa suggested, "teachers love that."

"And how would you know?" Leo protested. "Did you even finish school?"

"Did you?"

"I was busy."

"I was busier."

"I was busiiieeeer." He mimicked, wrinkling his nose. Louisa glowered at him sidelong, rifling through his wallet. "Wait, when did you get that?" Leo asked, belatedly checking his pockets. She smiled sweetly and paid Kyle. "Good luck with the essay, Kyle."

"Good luck with the nursery, Leo."

"One of those is more likely to happen than the other."

"I have zero problem smashin' ya head in with this." Louisa smirked, picking up the pots. Leo took them from her and she folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. He grinned, leaning forward to kiss her nose.

"I'll have Kyle as an alibi."

"Fuck off, will ya? I get Kyle in the divorce."

"Wait, when was I in the marriage?"

"Aw shit, we forgot ta tell him."

"Might not have if we didn't have to repaint the nursery every two seconds."

"Every five, get it right."

"How're we getting on?" Leo asked, sipping at his coffee. She took the second mug from him without looking around, the scent of hot chocolate filling her nose. She didn't answer, filling him stand at her shoulder, his free hand sneaking around her waist to rest on her stomach. He surveyed the wall. They had painted it white together yesterday and now she was filling in an image that took up every square inch of the wall.

The Argo II emerged over the hills, bronze gleaming in the rising sun. They were headed for the sea, past golden sandy beaches with a galloping herd of wild pegasi. She had yet to colour the ocean, but had mixed paints for it in three different trays, blobs of darker and lighter colours on the edges. She aimed the end of her paintbrush at the horizon.

"Gonna put a volcano there, on the right-hand side of the sun."

"With lava?"

"Of course." She grinned. Leo beamed and kissed her cheek. Bubba squirmed under the warmth of her drink, Leo's hand moving over the bump to follow the motion. Louisa pressed the handle of the brush to his cheek, gently turning his attention to the pile of boxed furniture that still needed assembling. "You're the repair boy." She smirked when he huffed.

"Chica, we've been over this. I don't like building something that doesn't explode." She cooed mock-sympathetically, tapping the handle on his nose instead.

"Get on with it."

"Uuugggghhhh, fine. Bossy boots."

"Valdick."

"You're a Valdick!"

"Nah."