Percy
Ladea sneaks into bed with us. Her eyes widen and her lips quiver, "Daddy, I had nightmare."
"It's okay, sweetheart," I lift her up and place her inbetween Annabeth and me. She smiles and hugs me, then Annabeth. I can't help grinning.
"Daddy?" she asks.
"Yes?" I reply.
"Does Mommy like Granpa?" she asks.
"I don't know, honey," I purse my lips.
"Oh," she sighs.
"I like my dad, he's very much like me, but older and much more powerful," I say slowly.
"Okay," she seems more satisfied with this answer. "Good night."
"Good night," I whisper into her soft black hair, and kiss her forehead.
I wake up early, and go shopping for a good birthday present. I went to Camp Half-Blood and silently prayed for a gift. Athena appeared, her brown hair in a long braid, and her clever eyes glaring at me.
"For my daughter?" she snapped hastily.
"No, for my daughter," I bit my lip.
"Well, we'll see. Name it and I'll make it. But be quick. The Louvre is getting reconstructed and I want to be able to help my son into getting something rewarded for his ingenious inventivity," Athena nodded.
"Uh . . . she's really smart and creative. She likes clothes, she's brave and has good strategies when we do family games, she's eager, is pretty athletic, tough, and likes the aquarium," I rattle off.
"Here. This is an imagine box, for little children. It allows her to do anything of wit and remarkarbleness she can do, toughens her up, strengthens skills, and so forth. It can only be used for until she turns 5, or too much may kill her and drive her crazy," Athena regarded about the box and handed it to me, wrapped in owl print paper with a fancy silver ribbon.
"Thank you," I nod and she smiles back.
"Treat both of them well," she says, then disappears in a wisp of scroll dust.