It was early Saturday morning in the Chase-Jackson household. At the dining table, Annabeth spoon-fed her baby daughter, who sat calmly in her high chair and occasionally cooed in between bites.

Annabeth admired her daughter's face while she ate. Her delicate cheeks were irresistible. She loved how her eyes absolutely sparkled when she was happy—as they were right now—and her charming smile that could win over anyone. Maybe most of all, Annabeth loved her child's dark, black hair, which was always soft like silk when she ran her fingers through it.

Annabeth gathered up another spoonful of the apple-flavoured baby food.

"Eee... Eee wee..." the baby murmured once, looking up at her mother with a grin.

Annabeth instantly grew alert, her eyes widening. The plastic spoon in her hand became forgotten. She got the impression that her daughter was looking at her like she was trying to show her something.

"Oh, my gods," Annabeth cried. "It's happening!"

Seconds later, Percy skidded into view holding a toothbrush in one hand, evidently having come from the bathroom.

"It's happening?" he repeated, eager not to miss the moment.

"Wait, wait, give her a minute..." Annabeth's voice went soft as she gave her daughter an encouraging smile. "Go on, honey. You can do it!"

"Eee wee... aghhh..." their child cooed happily, tossing her tiny fists in the air.

"What is she trying to say?" Percy asked, settling into a chair on the other side of their daughter at the table. "Are you sure she's not just making baby noises?"

Annabeth glared at him playfully. "I'm sure. Just be patient."

After minutes of watching their daughter, who was delighted by the attention, repeat the same broken syllables, they started to offer her suggestions.

"Mommy?" Annabeth tried hopefully. "Or Daddy?"

"Sally?" Percy perked up, facing his daughter with big eyes.

The small child looked up at her father. "Eee wee," she mumbled, then erupted into delighted giggles.

Annabeth frowned, the scene kickstarting her thoughts. Then it clicked.

"Oh," she muttered. "I think I know what she's trying to say." Her smile was almost strained, but it softened as she stood, picked up their child and held her close.

Percy stayed seated, still lost. He only watched as his wife bounced their daughter around the room on her hip, which drew chortles from the baby.

"Okay, honey, it's Seaweed Brain," she said slowly while their daughter watched her with large, enraptured eyes.

"Seawee-rain," their daughter gurgled. She laughed and clapped her hands, then turned to her father, gesturing to him with eager grabbing motions.

For a moment, Percy sat frozen, his mind still processing the scene before him. Then his face melted into a huge grin.

He got up from the dining table and approached his girls, gently taking his daughter from his wife's arms into his own.

"Seems like she finds your nickname for me very amusing," he said to Annabeth. He nuzzled their daughter's small face, catching a whiff of her lavender-scented hair.

"Well, Seaweed Brain? Who do you think she takes after now?" Annabeth teased from next to him, but Percy didn't miss the pride in her voice.

"Definitely mama's girl." He leaned over and kissed her. "Imagine the chaos she would unleash on the world if she tried to follow everything I did," he joked.

He was interrupted by their daughter cooing softly in his arms. He looked down and saw her staring up at him expectantly, her gray eyes wide and bright.

"Oh, I know what that means," he told his wife with a grin. Then he lowered his head to press a tender kiss, first on their child's forehead, then her cheek.

"I don't know, Percy," Annabeth said, her smile audible. "Something tells me she'll be wonderful taking after both of us."

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percabeth lives in my brain 24/7 at this point because I randomly got this idea while walking home from work, go figure.

p.s. I didn't give their daughter a name in this because I wasn't able to come up with the perfect one :)