You hate being a girl.

More specifically, you hate having a period. And Percy hates it too. Well, he hates how many bruises he gets when he talks back to you when you're on your period.

But today, you were sitting on his bed, in cabin 3, with him all cuddled up and holding you from behind, his hand rubbing you lower stomach, while you snuggled up to him, your face against his shoulder as your boyfriend hugged you.

"You feeling better, sweetheart?" He asked, placing a kiss on your head. "Do you need anything?"