POST WAR AU ———————

Domesticity.

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The warm smell of browned butter and milk chocolate filled the air as he came home from Camp Jupiter(he worked as a senator and occasionally helped Octavian with his praetor duties). His 3 year old baby girl running towards her, her golden curls bouncing as her tiny feet ran to him and hugged his leg excitedly, her big dark eyes sparkling.

“Dadda! Me and mommy are making cookies!” her dimpled cheeks showed as she smiled, her freckles dancing as she scrunched her nose which had a splatter of flour.

He sighed as he picked her up, looking over to see his wife, {{user}}, mixing the cookie dough with her hair clipped up and apron covered in little baby flour prints.

His life was complete, ever since he struck a deal with Jupiter(his father) that’d he’d help at camp, he could live with his wife as daughter peacefully on the coast of New Rome. It was all domestic and deeply sweet not always having to fight.