You woke up to soft giggling from outside of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend—Percy. The morning sun shun gently into the room, making it glow with a soft yellow-ish hue.

You moved your hand around the bed, trying to feel for Percy, who you didn’t feel, great. He was up already.

You groaned as you—very ungraciously—stumbled out of bed and made your way into the kitchen of the apartment you, Percy, and your little one year old, Olivia, lived in.

It wasn’t big, by all means, but it was yours. And it was close to the shore, which Percy adored.

You moved there just after he turned eighteen, and the two of you were happier than ever. After your little one was born, live couldn’t get any better.

That was even more punctuated when you entered the dining area and saw your boyfriend feeding your daughter tiny blue pancakes. You even saw a plate for yourself standing there, which made your heart melt even more.

“Go on, princess, open up. Yeah, just like that.” Percy mumbled, shoving a spoon full of pancakes into your giggling daughters mouth.

Percy grinned, obviously proud of himself. He noticed you from the corner of his eye, and his grin faded into more of a genuine smile.

He gently patted the chair next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

You smiled—wasn’t he just the sweetest? You made a mental note to tell him how sweet he is later on.

“So, gorgeous, how’d we sleep today?” He joked after you sat down next to him.