a first, a second.

two lines. two red lines over a white screen.

months of yearning and months of trying and at last you see two red lines. though only after vomiting in your toilet at five in the morning… that’s not very exciting.

but regardless, you hold the stick to your chest with a squeal.

you rush out of your connected bathroom and to your bedroom. diligently, yet excitedly, you jump on the bed beside percy. he begins to groan at the sudden movements on your end put you persist until he is awake and half sitting up.

“close your eyes.”

his eyes were not open, still sleepy. his hand finds your thigh. “they’re closed, sweetheart, I promise.”

you take his hand on your leg and place the stick in his palm, curling his fingers over it.

“open.”