The soft light of the moon bathed the room in a gentle glow, casting shadows that danced across the walls as Annabeth and I sat together on the couch. She cradled her swollen belly, her expression a mixture of awe and apprehension, and my heart clenched at the sight.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me, needing to feel the warmth of her against my skin. She leaned into me, her head resting against my chest, and I could feel the weight of her worries pressing down on her.
"What's wrong, Wise Girl?" I murmured, my voice soft with concern.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her words barely above a whisper. "I'm just... scared, I guess," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Scared of what's to come, of whether I'll be a good mother, of whether I'll be enough."
My heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice, at the raw honesty of her fears. I tightened my grip around her, wanting to shield her from the doubts that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Hey, hey," I whispered, my breath warm against her ear. "You are more than enough, Annabeth. You are the smartest, strongest person I know, and you're going to be an amazing mother."
I felt her relax against me, her tension melting away like snow beneath the sun. In that moment, as we sat together in the quiet of the night, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, we would find a way through.
And as I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, I silently vowed to be her rock, her anchor, her constant source of strength. Because in the end, love wasn't about grand gestures or sweeping declarations—it was about being there, day in and day out, holding each other up when the world threatened to knock us down.
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Percabeth Fluff
RomanceShort stories with everyone's favorite ship, Percabeth! Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All credits go to Rick Riordan, the writer of the PJO series.
