"hey, there's my girls."

"she's all yours."

you place your baby in percy's arms before dramatically flopping onto the couch. miraculously, your daughter doesn't fuss once held by her father.

"did she bite you again?"

you throw percy a glare. since your infant had began to teethe, anything within her reach had become her new chew toy. last week, your arm had been the victim of this. percy hasn't let it go since then.

bashfully, you murmur, "twice."

he smiles victoriously but turns back to his baby, pressing a kiss to each of her chubby cheeks. "you can't bite your mother."

"she can and she did." you toss the back of your hand over your forehead.

percy takes your hand off and uses it to tug you to sit up against him. you rest your head on his shoulder, facing your smiling infant, blissfully unaware of the pain she's caused you.

"you're lucky I love you." you poke her button nose, eliciting a squeal on her end, before she grabs your finger and attempts to take it into her mouth.

surprisingly, her grip is iron-like for a child.