“I can’t believe it’s been six months already.”

percy’s voice is quiet, assuring that you remain in your slumber. his head rests on your growing belly, pressing featherlight kisses to it every chance he can get.

whether you were sleeping or not, percy wasn’t very subtle when it came to his admiration for your unborn child. from the moment he’d been with you, watching you uncurl your fingers to reveal two distinct pink lines, he’s been utterly enamored.

with both you and the baby. every day without failure, he’s complimenting you, talking to the baby, or talking about the baby. and it was nearly impossible for you to go shopping without him dragging you to the children’s section. he’s already splurged onto copious amounts of baby clothes, toys, and anything else under the sun he believes his child would need.

it was endearing though, seeing how excited he was.

even now, his excitement hasn’t died down; while you’re fast asleep— or so he thinks. truly, you’d awoken about ten minutes ago. you were fixing to go back to sleep until you had heard percy’s voice in the silence of your bedroom. and his mouth moving against your bump was a clear indicator of who he was talking to.