“holy shit, you’re not putting that all in my mouth.”

percy removes half the cake from his spoon and holds up the rest towards you. now you take a bite, a much nicer portion less likely to stain your white wedding dress a vibrant shade of blue.

from both the frosting and the cake.

“better?”

you nod and hold a thumbs up with your hand. “better.”

“I want to open presents now.”

“how old are you? five? enjoy being newly married for a second.”

“I’ve enjoyed it. and I decided that you’re bossy.” percy takes a bite of his own cake.