Fathers Day (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Little One (Piper x Tristan)

a/n This is the end, and my favorite chapter by far. I've been wanting to publish this since Father's Day.

Summary:  Piper is six. She and Tristan go surfing, have a picnic, and create the game Any Three Question. After a long day, Piper's dad is there to tuck her in and sing a lullaby.

Piper

My daddy is a movie star. He spends all day, at 'set' filming, and doing whatever else actors do. His first movie premiers on Friday, I don't know what it's about- only that there is a really cute dog named Ollie. I got to pet him once.

This morning, daddy's new assistant, Katherine, forced me to wear a pink tutu. Pink! She said it makes me look 'lady-like'. Ick Katherine, I'm only six. I don't need to be lady-like. Revenge was sweet. Let's just say: I love the purple safety scissors dad got me for my "crafts", and pink tulle goes great with mud (among other things). I laughed maniacally. Katherine isn't going to last long.

I was hiding the murdered tutu in a tree when I heard daddy call me inside. I was up at the tippy-top, probably ten or eleven feet off the ground. The only person getting that torture device was the birds. Do eagles like pink?

"Pipes, come inside- I have a surprise for you!" he yelled. I shimmied back down the tree and raced inside. Daddy was sitting in his usual recliner in the front room. Right by the piano. He pulled me into his lap and kissed my cheek. I looked at him, eyes wide.

"What's the surprise daddy? Come on, I WANT TO KNOW!!!!" I grabbed his collar and shook him frantically. He grabbed my shoulders, steadying me.

"Calm down Pipes. Go get your wetsuit on, and get in the car." I ran upstairs to my room. Daddy got me a wetsuit for my birthday. It was mostly purple but had pink sleeves and flowers. Which I guess is okay since daddy picked it out and not some preppy assistant.

When I got to the car, Dad buckled me into my car-seat and pulled a blindfold over my eyes. We were driving for about 20 minutes before I began to smell salt in the air. I knew where we were going. The beach!! Why the secrecy though? I was directed to a soft spot in the sand, and dad pulled my blindfold off. The day was beautiful. With an overcast sky, and great waves. They had a mile of beachfront all to themselves. And lodged in the sand was her dad's surfboard, all covered in abstract lines and shapes. But next to it, was a light blue surfboard with a Cherokee eagle in the center. He got me a surfboard?!?! They were going surfing!!!! YAYYYY!!!!!

It was harder than it looked.

Daddy first laid down the board in the sand, "Okay Pipes, lay down and pretend you are paddling in the real-life ocean." I giggled but did as I was told. Eventually, I got to actually go in the water!! Paddling out a few feet, then riding the little waves back.

"I think it's time for you to learn how to stand up."

My balance sucks. Every time Daddy positioned my legs, I toppled over. Earning face full, after face-full of sand. It was a relief when he said it was time to practice laying down and standing back up again. Three hours later, I could (kinda) ride a 'wave' without dying. VICTORY!!!!

Dad went back to our spot in the sand and grabbed his surfboard

"Can I join you?"

And join me he did. Together we tried to hit the waves, with daddy totally rocking it, and me sucking epically. Eventually, when the sun was going down and we were all surfed we came to shore. Daddy pulled a picnic basket out of Zeus knows where.