“okay…” percy diligently places another shell on your belly.

it completes the heart shape he had spent the last ten minutes trying to complete. though only after much precision and a scolding to your unborn child.

you remain as still as ever, watching your bump to see if the baby decides to kick the shells off again.

there’s nothing; no movements.

“maybe she’s sleeping,” you suggest, placing a hand to the lowest portion of your belly to feel. your bladder happened to be her favorite bed.

“dont jinx it”

you furrow your brows. “she hasn’t moved in nearly a half an hour.”

“you never know.”