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Just getting straight to the important notices!

1. This is a prompt (Blue: Calm) story/submission for the April Contest (Colors of the Rainbow), an event in the Camp Half-Blood forum (link in my bio).

2. I don't own the characters or the PJO/HoO series!

3. Word count (without A/N): 835

4. Pairing: Jasper (with hints of Percabeth)

5. Thank you very much to benp0803 for adding the story to his/her favorites! Special thanks to AlbaAstridHoffer for the sweet review! Love you and your heart-warming reviews, too! And I'm certainly grateful to the followers who waited for me to complete the story over the course of a month!

6. For more Jasper fluff, check out my other stories, including A Stroll Down The Memory Lane guys! Haha, thought I'd just put it out there! ;D

Of Babies and Couches

"And I swear to you on the River Styx that I'll teach you everything I know."

Piper's smile was so wide that she was sure it would split her face into half.

The Grace couple lay sprawling on their bed, which was the most usual thing to do considering that the clock on the nightstand read '10:00 pm'. Piper had been reading a magazine which featured all the interviews she had been a part of while promoting her upcoming movie, when Jason had decided to snuggle with her out of nowhere.

He showed affection, yes; he was her husband after all. But an action like this wasn't something Piper could ever predict.

Yeah, Jason was confusing like that.

His hands were placed gently around her belly and a proud grin lit his face.

"I love you, baby." He was whispering really softly, but Piper could hear every word crystal clear. "Even more than your mom over here."

Jason shot her a playful smirk and she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Sparky," she retorted, albeit running her hand through his blonde hair, almost in a massaging way. "He knows I love him."

The thing was, they didn't know if their child was a 'he' or a 'she'. Both of them had decided to keep the gender a secret until the day of the birth when they were certain to find that out.

And in the meanwhile, Piper had told her husband that it was her 'maternal instinct' that the baby was going to be a boy. Jason, naturally, had denied saying how he just knew that it was a girl from deep down. It had been an argument that caused Piper to yell at him at one o'clock in the morning and then make him go sleep downstairs on the couch. That incident led to Jason referring to the baby as, well, the baby.

"I love you, too, you know." Jason laughed, sending vibrations down her body. "It's not just the baby I'm smitten with."

Piper chuckled.

"I never get a compliment like that from you ever," she complained, pouting. "The baby gets all the flattery now, huh?"

Jason readjusted himself in a sitting position, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"That is so not true!"

Piper rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and so is the fact that you are blond and I want ice-cream."

Jason grumbled something about 'annoying brunette wives' which made Piper smirk internally.

"Come again?" she asked, straightening her legs so that they lay flat on the comfy bed. "I thought you said something."

The son of Jupiter cursed in Latin and then decided to divert her attention away from the current topic.

"Do you maybe want . . . uh . . . ice-cream?"

Piper contemplated the suggestion (which she was sure was meant to be a diversion), a task she wouldn't have even thought of doing before she had met the queen of thinking, a certain Annabeth Chase, now Jackson.

Mother of a month-old daughter herself.

The remembrance of her friends and their child Sophia Jackson was enough to make Piper tear up.

Obviously, that resulted in a frantic and fretting Jason.

"Are you okay?" he asked, all while rubbing her back in a way he had found out that made her feel soothed. "Do you need water? Ice-cream? Or sh-shall I call the doctor?"

Piper couldn't help but smile at her husband's antics.

"I'm al-alright," she choked out. "I just . . . I wanna meet Sophia."

Jason relaxed visibly and sighed.

"Calm down, Pipes," he said, never once stopping the back massage. "We can meet Sophia tomorrow evening."

Piper knew all too well that she wasn't being rational, but something inside her just snapped and she shouted, "CALM DOWN?! How the Hades am I supposed to calm down, huh?! What? You wanna sleep on the couch again?"

Jason couldn't help but sigh again.

"Okay, don't calm down," he mumbled, a bit scared. He did not want to have a sore neck tomorrow, too. "I love you, Pipes."

That always worked.

Maybe it was because Piper was a child of the goddess of love.

Or maybe it was because Jason loved her unconditionally.

"I love you, too."

Piper's lips were morphed into a smirk like she knew exactly what he was doing.

She probably did; she knew him too much.

Soon, though, they resumed their position: his head near the baby-bump, her hands in his hair.

"I can already feel her radiating calmness and pure energy, you know," Jason spoke, kissing her belly. "She seems very . . . tranquil."

"I know, Sparky."

Silence fell over them, before:

"Hey, Sparky?"

"Yes?"

He had a gut feeling that this conversation wasn't going to be fruitful for him.

"You called him 'her'. Again."

". . . Shit."

"Yes, but don't swear." Her tone was chiding. "And you know what?"

"Hmm?"

"The couch is all yours."

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