A/N: This one was requested by Abigail Thalia La Rue.
I was sitting on the couch, massaging my sore feet, when Percy ambled in, rubbing his tired green eyes with the blue blanket he held clenched in his tiny fist.
I smiled as he wandered over to me and opened his small mouth in a huge yawn. "Hey sweetie," I greeted, as I lifted the 4 year old onto my lap. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"Not tired," Percy's statement was contradicted by the huge yawn that he tried to hold back.
Percy curled up in a ball, hugging his blanket close to his chest, sucking his thumb.
I rocked the small boy for a few minutes, and just when I thought he was asleep, Percy spoke up.
"Mommy, Elmo say I have Mommy and Daddy," Percy paused and tugged on a stray curl that had escaped my ponytail. "Where's my Daddy?"
I sucked in a breath. I had always expected Percy to wonder about his father, but not until he was older. Curse you, Elmo.
"Well, Percy, your father... we was a very important man. And well..." sudden inspiration struck me, and I finished with, "He had to go away. And he was lost at sea. Not dead. Lost at sea."
I looked down to see that Percy had fallen asleep.