Seawee Bay
some short percababies fankid domestic fluff.
It really is a perfect Saturday morning, Annabeth thought, with Grace's head gently buried in the crook of Annabeth's neck. She was a tiny thing of almost one year, tufts of Percy's black hair, full rosy cheeks, and her tiny hand wrapped around Annabeth's arm.
Percy stepped into the kitchen, his hair a mess, a five-o'clock shadow on his face, his tired, lidded seaweed-green eyes beaming love at his wife and daughter.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she teased and planted a kiss on his cheek, all the while bouncing Grace. “Daddy's lazy, isn't he, Gracie? Can you say lazy daddy?”
Grace stared blankly back up at Annabeth with beady, seaweed-green eyes.
“Mama,” she babbled.
Grace was a smart baby, as was to be expected of any child of Annabeth's, but she had proven to be a hesitant talker, and she wasn't in any rush to learn any new words, apparently not “dada,” either.
Percy wrapped his arms around Annabeth's waist and kissed her.
“Morning to you, too, Wise Girl.”
Annabeth made a face.
“Morning breath, Seaweed Brain,” she said, lifting her coffee for another sip.
Annabeth bounced Grace into Percy's arms. He grabbed Grace and lifted her up like Simba, then brought her back down to him to plant a kiss on her with an “Mwah!”
Grace began to erupt with loose, wild laughter.
“And how are you doing, you little monster?”
Grace giggled and waved her arm.
“Pegasus!” she babbled.
“You wanna play Pegasus?”
Grace nodded eagerly, expecting it.
Grabbing his daughter, Percy lifted her up gently and spun her around, making a flying noise, resulting in another spate of giggles from his daughter.
Annabeth rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide her smile.
Lifting Grace back down, she grabbed onto Percy's T-shirt and nuzzled against him, sated and exhausted.
“Campers ran me wild this week.”
Annabeth smiled at him warmly.
“You know, when Mr. D gave you your position, I'm not sure he imagined you *participating* in Capture the Flag.”
Percy rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes.
“You're just saying that because you know I'd win,” he teased.
Annabeth cocked her eyebrow.
“Wiped the floor with you when we were twelve, and I could do it again.”
She bounced Grace again.
“Mama wins against Dada. Can you say Mama wins against Dada? Can you say it, Gracie-bean?”
Grace just stared blankly.
Percy looked a bit deflated. He felt selfish, and more than a little childish. The quiet pang of jealousy that their daughter had yet to say his name.
Annabeth caught on to this, however.
“Aw, don't worry, babe. She loves you so much. She's just taking her time.”
But seeing his young, pudgy daughter in the hands of his beautiful wife, it melted him. He couldn't help but grin.
That was the beauty of being an adult, he thought. After living through Gabe, Kronos, Gaea every morning, from the splendid to the monotonous, felt divine.
Annabeth caught the warmth beaming from his eyes, and she wrapped her arms around him. He buried his nose in her hair and kissed the top of her blonde curls, enjoying her lemon shampoo scent.
“Let's take her to play in the strawberry fields. The dryads can't get over her.”
“Sounds fun.” She transferred Grace into Percy's arms. “But don't even think about starting a strawberry fight.”
Percy smirked.
“I wiped the floor with you when we were twelve, and I could do it again.”
She flipped him off, hiding behind a grin.
As she walked back into the bathroom, Percy bounced his one-year-old in his arms.
Days and days had passed, and he could never fathom the gentle light in her green eyes, that dappled with feeling and emotion and curiosity, the way in which wonder poured out from her every action, every babble and toddle.
For a second, he thought of a battle on the seas of Camp Half-Blood, months lost adrift without memory, hellish, nightmarish stretches spent trudging through the gore and smolder of Tartarus, and he glanced back up into the bathroom, watching Annabeth pull her hair into a messy bun and slide on a cardigan over a button-down shirt.
They'd made it.
Not alive,bBut thriving.
He was camp director, with the place that had saved his life offering countless opportunities for survival and protection to the kids who'd need it, his wife a rising talent in the architectural field, and he could spend every morning brushing loose strands of blonde hair out of her face.
And Grace, their little beauty, a promise, a shining ray of light in their life that was already blinding with it.
“I love you, Gracie-bean,” he whispered into her forehead gently.
“You aren't planning to have all the fun without me, are you, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth called back, leaning on the door against the entrance to the kitchen, having donned her outfit.
Gods, she was beautiful.
“Wouldn't dream of it, Mrs. Jackson.”
Annabeth couldn't resist the blush on her face after he called her that—years of being married, and it still got her.
He leaned in to kiss her.
“Don't think I've forgotten about the morning breath, mister.”
“Seawee Bay!” babbled their toddler.
Annabeth and Percy immediately turned to their daughter.
“What's that? What's that, Gracie-bean? Do we have a new word?” she gasped.
“Seawee Bay,” repeated Grace, who then started giggling.
“Seawee Bay?” Annabeth repeated in an affectionate drawl to their daughter.
Grace started pointing at Percy over and over again.
“Seawee Bay! Seawee Bay!”
“She couldn't possibly mean—” Annabeth started, cackling so loudly it startled Percy. oh my fucking god, our daughter is calling me seaweed brain,percy thought one hlaf, the orther was pracxtically giggling and kicking his feet at seeing his daughter learned another word. Grace, however, remained unbothered, just waddling and toddling her arms in the air. She scooped Grace back into her arms and planted kisses on her cheeks. percy playfully ruffled his daughters hair and she giggled.
“A new word! You're so smart, baby.” said annabeth
She kissed Grace with an affectionate “Mwah”—once, and then twice.
“That is Seawee Bay! You're so smart, baby.” annabeth mewled.
Percy grinned like he had never grinned before in his life.
“She really is all yours, i sn't she?” grinned Percy, watching his beautiful family giggle and cuddle.
“I wouldn't say that,” smiled Annabeth. “She has plenty of Seawee Bay in her.”
