Parent Stories (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 16: Tristan and Piper McLean

Originally Written: April 13 2016. Rewrite: October 18 2017.

Tristan's POV. Piper is one.

Piper is always alive. Always ready to play and always ready to do almost anything. At any other time, I love this. But right now it's three a.m., and I have a full day today. I roll over in bed. She is in her room, across the hall, shouting and screaming with laughter. I groan, and climb slowly out of bed. After shuffling across the hall, I stand over her crib. 

"I don't suppose you just wanted to say hi, did you?" I tell her. She coos in response. I sigh. Guess not then. I scoop her up, and she giggles happily, making me laugh.

"Well, come on then. You're gonna help me work on memorizing my lines, baby girl." I recently got a small part in the local theater's production of The Borrowers. I have the small part of Uncle Hendrary, and with only about two lines, this shouldn't be too hard. 

"We should read the book, shouldn't we baby girl?" I ask Piper. She claps her hands, and reaches out to grab one of my fingers. I grab the first book off the shelf. I checked out of the library yesterday, to read myself, but Piper seems keen on hearing it too. 

After about an hour, she's dead to the world. I smile at her. She looks so much like her mother, with the multicolor eyes and perfect coppery brown completion. Boys will chase after her when she's older (but I'm not going to think about that right now). She turns, and snuggles up to me a little more. Since I'm comfortable in my arm chair, I close my eyes, getting lulled to sleep by passing traffic and Piper's snores. 

Hey guys! Sorry this is supper short! I whipped this up because in the next month I have to perform Coppelia and then two weeks later, my solo in my recital! I'm doing the Cupid variation from Don Quixote (which ain't easy let me tell you). Anywho comment request pleaseee. I chose the Borrowers play, cause I was in in as Spiller in 2014. I get so happy when y'all do. Thanks!