The room is a little blinding when Reyna walks in, she isn't going to lie.
The ten screaming second grade children running around aren't helping her opinion of this birthday party either.
It's just... there's so much pink.
Pink streamers, pink party hats, pink tutus for the girls and that one little boy, a pink frosted cake, pink balloons...
Reyna can't be sure, but she'd be willing to bet that Amy (Annabeth and Percy's daughter) had a favourite colour and that her favourite colour is pink.
She finds the adults in the living room, passing around a jug of iced tea to fill their plastic cups and a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
Reyna won't even pretend that she's surprised.
"Amy wants to cut the cake," she tells Annabeth. "She's about to come beg Percy to bring it down from the top of the fridge."
Annabeth sighs, getting up carefully. Her belly isn't as big as it was when she finally went into labour with Amy, but it's getting there and Hazel and Reyna both reach out to steady her until she's finally stable on her feet. She shoots them a grateful smile.
"Alright, come on then. Gather your children and if you don't have any," she shoots a pointed look at Reyna, "then gather the ones that are left."
The sight they're met with is a surprising one.
Amy is riding on Percy's shoulders, reaching forwards trying to get a finger of icing from the cake in his hands. Leo is sitting on the floor, allowing Sophie and Charlie to put makeup on his face. The boy with the tutu who's name Reyna doesn't know is jumping up and down chanting with Frank and Hazel's son, Michael. Then there's Theo, Annabeth and Percy's 4 year old son, who runs up to Reyna and grins at her really wide, showing his two missing front teeth, and says, "Amy turns 7 today." He tells her proudly.
Reyna nods. "I heard something important was happening today! That must be it."
He smiles at her. "We're going to cut the cake."
Reyna smiles back. "You better hurry up and get a good piece," she tells him.
His eyes widen and he scurries over to Percy and Annabeth, who are taking control of the room, doing their thing, both of them beaming with joy.
For a second Reyna feels jealous.
But then Leo stands up and walks over to her, red lipstick surrounding his mouth like a clown's makeup, eyes an alarming shade of purple and cheeks covered in pink, and the jealousy goes away.
She smiles at her husband. "You're a dork."
Leo pouts playfully. "Umm, actually, I was told I looked so pretty I could be a princess. Soo," he scoffs at her, "you're gonna eat your words."
Reyna laughs. "Of course, just what I wanted. A husband who's life calling is to be a princess."
"Sophie and Charlie think I'm beautiful," Leo crosses his arms. "That's all that matters."
She shakes her head but then gets serious. "You're so good with kids."
Leo shrugs. "They're just like miniature me's, ya know? It's not too hard for me to talk to them."
Reyna nods, looking down for a second. "Do you want one?" She asks quietly. "You know. Eventually."
"Yeah, in a little while. But I'm happy right now, with the way things are."
Reyna smiles. "Yeah, me too."