Percabeth One Shots

Tired

Inspired by an instagram head cannon that I saw

"I'm home!" Percy announced, setting his keys on the small table next to the door and slipping off his shoes.

"Daddy!" A four year old Nathan yelled, running to hug his father. Percy scooped him up, carrying him for a minute, holding him like he weighed nothing.

"How was your day?" Annabeth asked, coming out from the hallway  with a damp towel in her hands. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, most of the strands fallen out of it.

"Oh, you know. The usual. I really think Montreal is starting to hate me. It's not my fault I can cook at my age!" Percy told her, setting down Nathan. He eyed the towel. "What's with the towel?"

"Nathan made a mess at bath time."

"Ah, I see." Turning his attention to Nathan, "Did you make a mess for Mommy to clean up? You gotta help her! You can't let someone else clean up your mess, okay? Gotta clean it yourself."

"Percy, it's fine. He's four. I can clean up after him."

"Yeah, yeah. But I think that we need to implement good morals when he's young, so that when he's older he will have them."

"Fair, but we all make mistakes. He'll be fine." She rested a hand on his shoulder. Percy kissed her on the forehead, letting the kiss linger for a few seconds before bringing her into a hug.

"You know, when you have your hair like that I can't put my chin on top of your head when we hug." Percy told her.

"Then put your head on my shoulder. I've been doing my hair like this since the day Nathan was born."

"I won't stop complaining about it."

"Oh, I know."

"You ready for supper?"

"It's five."

"And? Your point?"

"Deal," Annabeth agreed, pulling out of the hug and into a kiss.

"How's dinosaur chicken nuggets sound?"

"Perfect."
...

"I'm tired."

"Then got to bed. You have the ability to do that."

"It's seven."

"Not my fault." Annabeth said, closing her laptop and stacking up paperwork. She should've know that she wouldn't get anything done tonight. Percy set his head on her shoulder. They were sitting at the small table they had in the kitchen, Nathan watching some sort of cartoon in the living room next to them.

"I know."

"What do you want me to do about that?"

Removing his head from her shoulder, "I don't know, any recommendations?"

"Well, you haven't showered today, correct?"

"Correct."

"Go take a bath. Add bubbles. Don't make a mess."

"Yes ma'am! I will not make a mess! I will use the master bath though."

Annabeth laughed. "Go ahead, take your time. I'll put Nathan to bed soon, so say your goodnights now."

Percy kissed her cheek. "Whatever you say, my dear."

Going to the living room, Percy sat on the floor next to his son. "Hey, bud."

"Hi Daddy."

"What are you watching?"

"Mickey Mouse clubhouse," he stuttered out. He was having trouble pronouncing all the syllables together, but he was getting better at it.

"Well, I heard that it's time for bed. Do you have your jammies on?"

"Yeah! Mommy put them on me after bath time!"

"Good, good. Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yeah! Mommy helped me with that too!"

"Nice! Did you brush your hair?"

Nathan thought about it. "No, Mommy said that you should do it."

"Oh did she?" Percy asked, looking back into he kitchen. Annabeth had her back to the two of them, a pen in her hand signing who knows what. "Well, go get the comb, I'll comb out your hair for you."

"Okay." Nathan rushed off to the bathroom to get his special comb.

"I know how you like to help him with things like that," Annabeth said, not looking up from her paperwork.

"You're his mother."

"You're his father! You deserve some time with him. And like it or not, I can't parent by myself."

"Daddy! I got my comb!" Nathan called out, cutting the tension in the room.

"Good job! Can you give it to me?" Percy asked, reaching his hand out. Nathan set it onto his hand with little hesitation. Percy combed out Nathan's hair while asking more questions. Did he know where Grogu, his favorite toy frog, was? Did he have his blanket? Fresh pull-up?

"Well, I think your ready for bed!" Percy decided.

"Give me a minute to finish this paper and I'll be right in," Annabeth said, filling the short silence.

"Alright, hurry or you'll miss the next part of Miss Muppets Crisis!"

Percy picked up Nathan and carried him to his room, talking about what had happened in the previous chapter the night before.

Percy set Nathan in his bed, covering him in his favorite blanket.

"Let's see what happens to Miss Muffet tonight." Percy started. Little did he know, Annabeth had came into Nathan's room shortly after the boys had entered. She watched from the doorway as Percy read the nursery rhyme to their son.

It was soon over, and Percy was definitely surprised when he saw Annabeth lurking by the doorway. Tucking Nathan in, Percy kissed his forehead goodnight, and left the room. Annabeth followed suit.

"I'm going to go take that bath now, unless there's something you have on your mind?" Percy asked, leaning against the wall near their bedroom.

"Oh, no its fine, go relax," Annabeth replied quickly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Percy eyed her questioningly, but he didn't press. "Alright, goodnight. Come to bed, okay? You're overworking yourself again."

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe in a couple hours."

...

It had been two hours since, and Annabeth hadn't gone to bed yet. She figured that Percy would come out to talk to her when he was finished, but he hadn't done that, and it had been two hours. Surely, he had to be done, right?

She decided to check on him. Sticking her paperwork into a folder and closing her laptop, she made her way to the hallway and the room they shared. Odd. He wasn't in bed, like she thought.

Annabeth opened the door to the small master bathroom, and found Percy, submerged in the bath water, asleep.

If he wasn't the son of the sea god, Annabeth would've been worried.

She tapped his shoulder waking him up. Percy sat up, running a hand through his wet hair and over his face.

"You know your supposed to sleep in a bed, not a bathtub you barely fit in, right?" Annabeth asked.

Percy pulled the drain plug, releasing the water. "Ha ha. I fell asleep. On accident."

"I know. I just like teasing you." Annabeth held out her hand to help him up, which he accepted. Wrapping himself in a towel, Annabeth left the room, not bothering to close the door behind her.

...

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I don't know how I feel about this. I got really into the idea at like 2 am, so I think that speaks for itself.

Published December 25, 2020

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