Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

113. Walking The (toddler) Dog

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A/N: Hey... long time no see with a real one shot... a lot has happened between the last actual one shot and right now.. I won't go into it but like if you're interested pm me

"I don't know what you want." Percy stared down at his sister who wouldn't stop crying. He knew what he should do. He just did not want to do it. The only person who could ever get Estelle to stop crying, better than Sally, better than Paul, and of course Percy, was her. He really didn't want to call her. They broke up less than a month ago, and by the grace of god Stella had been going down easy— till, well, now.

"Stella," he whined, "please, I'm begging you to stop crying. I've tried rocking you, bouncing you, feeding you." He glared at the spattered baby food on the floor from when she slapped the spoon from his hands. "Please go to sleep."

Percy was on the brink of tears himself. It seemed as though the universe was out to get him. First, the universe sent her away, and when he finally got her back, they had one big fight about something so insignificant to him now, he can barely remember why she's gone. Now he had to face the music.

Since it was nearing two in the morning he knew that not only was she his only option, but she might not even pick up the phone— but that could be because of the things that were said during the fight.

Annabeth had left their apartment with tears in her eyes, hoping, praying, dying for Percy to follow her, and he knew that at the time and he knew that now. He didn't follow her, and it's his fault they haven't talked.

Percy has never been one to articulate how he's feeling when he's feeling things. Let alone act on those feelings. (Unless it's blind rage— it's called blind rage for a reason people!👀)

One thing about Percy when it comes to Annabeth is that no matter if she is in fact in the wrong he could never get to a level of anger where he acted purely off emotion, and that twisting, churning, sickening feeling that people get in their guts. He knows he needs to step away from whomever is making him angry when he feels like the anger has him pinned against a wall with a tight hand on his throat. (Kinky)

"Stella, please, I can't call her." Stella probably couldn't hear him over her own screams or, something, since she didn't stop.

He groaned as he held Stella against his chest, tight, and safe, then slipping his hand into his pocket, grabbing his phone. He probably should have thought more about what he was going to say, and how on earth he was going to convince her to help him.

Percy hasn't talked to Annabeth since she walked out that night, and hasn't answered one of her calls nor texts. He also made a conscious effort to avoid all the places he knew she could be. Even if she went just the one time, he wouldn't step foot in it. He took all the precautions you would if you had a restraining order against someone.

But alas, here he was, trembling as he tried to unlock his phone and call Annabeth. He didn't have it in him to remove her profile picture, nor the cute nickname she put for herself in his phone when she first gave him her number. The picture hurt more, he thought. It was a standard couple's photo, him kissing her cheek while she had a wide smile, and while it hurt to look at, he was able to appreciate the hurt. He was hurting but only because of how happy they had been.

He hit the call button and felt like he was going to puke. It rang. Then it rang again. It continued ringing, and he knew it was a bad idea. She was probably with someone, she was probably happy, and moved on. Maybe she can give him tips on what she does. She'll be mad that he didn't pay atte, but can you really blame him? His beautiful girlfriend was holding a baby, and he was expected to think straight? Not to mention how Estelle's crib was right by a window facing the west side, and the sun would shine through, making her look unreal. Ethereal.