Be mine?

Epilogue

MERRY CHRISTMAS (from my country) TO ALL OF YOU!!!!!!

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Two years later...
Percy woke up on one morning and ran to the toilet. He threw up everything he ate for dinner the previous night. Luke knelt down beside him and rubbed circles behind his back. After a while, he stopped and laid tiredly on his shoulder.

"Do you want to see the doctor?"

Percy shook his head and let out a shuddering breath. "I'm fine," he said and washed his mouth.

That wasn't the last problem for Percy. He had cravings for things he doesn't normally eat. Like salad and chocolate syrup? He got cranky once when he didn't get what he wanted. Luke was freaking out. What the hell was happening?

The throwing up though didn't stop and Luke didn't like seeing his Omega sick. After much persuasion and kisses, they went to the palace doctor.

Dr Leslie widened her eyes when the results came out. She stared at them and back to the results in surprise. Percy shifted uncomfortably on the bed as he waited for her diagnosis.

"Your highness, you're pregnant."

Both males were stunned. Percy was pregnant? After ten seconds of silence, Luke asked, "How long is he in?"

Dr Leslie glanced at the results before looking at them. "A month in," she said.

Luke glanced at Percy. His eyes darting from his face to his stomach. He shot up suddenly and scooped the younger prince in joy.

Percy, surprised as Luke laughed with joy. He placed the other back down as he leaned his forehead against the other's. "You're not upset?" Percy asked carefully.

"Why would I be? This is the best day of my life," he said excitedly. Percy smiled and hugged his husband tightly.

They brought the news back to the family and They were excited, especially Amphitrite. She was going to have a grandchild.

Percy went with Luke to visit his father. King Hermes was overjoyed too. He couldn't wait for the grandchild. Queen May, Luke's mother, mothered Percy so much. She made sure Luke was treating him right and that he wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt him.

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Percy held a little boy in his arms. A tired smile on his face as the baby giggled at his father. Luke had tears of joys in his eyes as he kissed his husband's sweaty forehead.

He sat beside Percy as he made faces at the baby. He giggled and blew a raspberry before laughing again. "You did great, darling," Luke said. Percy smiled exhaustedly as he kissed the baby's forehead. Luke gently removed the baby from his arms.

The door opened and Poseidon and Hermes walked in. Percy's father smiled proudly at his son and moved his bangs away from his forehead.

"Want to hold him?" Percy asked tiredly as his head leaned onto Luke's arm. Poseidon's and Hermes' smiles widened as they nodded their heads.

Luke placed the baby in Poseidon's arms. The king of Atlantis cooed at the baby. He was a sight to see. Hermes made faces - like father like son - and the baby laughed.

"What's his name?" Poseidon asked.

Percy smiled as Luke clutched his hand. "Taylor," he said.

"We decided on the name Taylor because it was a perfect fit for both genders," Luke said and smiled. Percy yawned and felt his eyelids grow heavier.

"You should get some sleep, son," Poseidon said. Percy nodded his head and laid back on the bed. Taylor sputtered and reached his tiny arms towards his parents. Hermes placed him in Luke's arms as he smiled at the little boy.

When they turned around, Percy was already asleep. Poseidon kissed the top of his son's head and they left the room.