“I thought you only bent over for me.”

in half surprise-half anger you turn around, dropping the pile of clothes into your arms onto the dryer for the time being.

“perseus,” you sigh and cross your arms. “must you make a crude joke every time I doing something simple?”

“excuseee me for thinking my wife is sexy.”

you shake your head slowly and turn back around, taking the clothes again and putting them into the dryer, taking two dryer sheets and throwing them into along with the clothing before shutting the dryer door and turning the dial, pressing the button to start the machine.

you shut off the light to the laundry room and brush past percy who leans against the doorway, though moves from his spot and begins to follow you like a lost puppy.

“where are we going?”

“I am going to our bedroom to finish my coffee and hopefully read my book in silence for a bit.”

percy eventually catches up to you, grabbing your hand delicately as you walk up the stairs, his free hand hitting your rear lightly. with that you break free from his hold and quickly walk up the rest of the way, leaving your husband at the bottom of the stairs.

when you finally make it to your bedroom you curl yourself under the covers of your bed, taking your book from the side and opening it to the page you were previously on, and grabbing your coffee from the bedside table, placing it atop your tummy.

soon enough, percy enters the room, flopping down dramatically beside you.