“how many cups of that have you had?”

guiltily, you place your cup of pink lemonade down on the counter. “this may or may not be my fifth cup. but! they’re not big portions, so this is really only my third and a half.” with your now free hand, you rub your large tummy tiredly.

percy walks over to you and takes a sip of your iced beverage. “it’s good, I’ll give you that.”

“homemade typically is.” you take the cup back with a small sip.

your pregnancy cravings had grown enhanced once hit the four month mark. percy insisted he suffer as much as you, trying each of them alongside you. which is why you could assume he would be happy that today you had craved something as simple as lemonade.