"do you think I look fat?"

"hmm?" percy looks up from his pile of baby plushies of all sea animals. he'd only intended to buy one or two per your wish. though once he found one he had ending up buying half of the store. "no. I think you look nice. pregnant."

you scowl at your husband. "no shit."

"you don't look fat. you look nice, I'm serious."

your hand goes subconsciously to your growing belly, rubbing it as you turn to the side to stare at your reflection in the mirror. you'd lifted your shirt to trace your fingers over the stretch marks beginning to show around the bump.

"are you just saying that because you're obligated to as my husband?"

percy stands from the bed, making his way over to where you stand. he begins by taking each of your nimble hands into his own and then kneeling before you.

"I mean it." his lips fall against the skin of your belly, kissing it gently. "you look beautiful."

you untangle one hand from his and run it through his hair thankfully. it doesn't distract percy as he goes on with his pecks, murmuring mindless things to the baby within you.