From the day he met you at camp half-blood, Percy knew that there was nothing he wanted, no, needed, more than for his kids to have your eyes. It took years, many years, for Percy and You to finally date. Percy had fought in wars, in battle, held up the sky, all beside you. And now he was parenting beside you too.

Three years ago, Percy swore on Styx during his vowels. He swore that he'd protect, be loyal, and for eternity, love. These are all things he's taken up, the things that have taken over the responsibilities you and him had as demi-gods. Now he was just Percy Jackson, once a followed hero. Well, technically he still is. But the quiet life has taken over.

The beach is quiet. Well, was quiet. The sun beats down in you, your youngest daughter, whose two, eating a strawberry in your lap. Whilst Percy and your eldest daughter, who is 6, is getting thrown around the water with Percy. His back muscles flexing everytime he pick her up.

He manipulaties the waters a few more times, before walking out of the water. Your daughter stays in the water, playing against the waves that are in her favour. Percy walks over and drops onto the towel beside you. Shaking the water out of his hair. This was perfect to him, his perfect wife, his daughters and the ocean.