“my love,” you murmur, barely audible.

you diligently rise the newborn in your hold, just enough to be face-to-face with her. she breaks a soft smile at what you thought was you, but when her eyes trail behind you, you realize it’s your husband that has her transfixed.

you can’t really blame her though, your gaze always falls back to him as well.

“percy,” you frown. “you’ve stolen her attention. go away.”

percy walks over in an untimely manner, reaching down and planting a kiss to your mouth and his daughter’s cheek. then, he takes a careful seat beside you on the couch.

you rest the infant back down on your chest, letting her return to a curled-up form like she’s still within your womb.

“so, what’re we up to?” percy rests a hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly with his thumb.

“reading. or trying to…” you poke at the baby’s cheek. “she won’t stop moving though.”

even inside of your belly, she was as active as ever, never calming for a millisecond. she got that from her father, no doubt!