Percy didn't think he'd ever get to live a quiet life. with the great prophecy haunting him all his years of growing into the man he now was, he never really believed there would be a chance for him to build a home with someone...

the beach was quiet this morning, and Percy briefly wondered if you were awake just yet. he had quietly left the bed this morning to watch the sunrise, alone, for once. and gods ― just the thought of you, comfortably nestled inside your shared home, brought warmth to his chest.

marrying, and getting to build a life with you was ― perhaps ― his greatest achievement yet. saving Olympus (more than once) did not even come close to waking up to you, each morning, getting to love you, and to receive the same unconditional and purest form of love in return.

Percy shortly breathed in the familiar salty air of the sea, as the waves quietly licked along the shore, and the sun slowly creeped up behind the horizon..., he would never grow tired of this.

he could hear slow steps creeping up to where he was settled ― "i didn't want to wake you," your husband spoke softly, eyes blinking up at you with just so much love, as he reached for the cup you offered him, like you did each and every morning since he had settled for the quiet life...