Percabeth Fluff

Zoe's Dreams

In the stillness of the night, a faint whimper broke the silence, stirring Percy and Annabeth from their slumber. Groggy and disoriented, they exchanged a glance before realizing that the sound had come from Zoe's room.

With a shared sense of concern, they hurried to Zoe's bedside, finding her tangled in her bedsheets, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her small frame trembled with fear, her eyes wide with distress.

"Zoe, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Annabeth asked, her voice gentle as she brushed a strand of hair away from Zoe's face.

Zoe sniffled, burying her face in Annabeth's embrace. "I had a bad dream," she whispered, her voice muffled against Annabeth's shoulder.

Percy knelt beside the bed, his heart aching at the sight of his daughter in distress. "It's okay, Zoe," he reassured her, reaching out to gently stroke her hair. "We're here now. You're safe."

Annabeth held Zoe close, murmuring soothing words as she rocked her back and forth. Slowly, Zoe's sobs began to subside, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Percy climbed onto the bed, settling himself on one side of Zoe while Annabeth remained on the other. Together, they formed a protective cocoon around their daughter, their arms wrapped around her in a comforting embrace.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in Zoe's body eased, her breathing steadying as she drifted off to sleep once more. Percy and Annabeth remained by her side, their presence a silent promise that they would always be there to chase away the shadows and soothe her fears.

And as Zoe finally succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep, Percy and Annabeth exchanged a weary but grateful smile. Percy leaned over Zoe's small body to plant a kiss on Annabeth's forehead.