When things had been tranquil, birds singing, water not being rattled by titans or Gods forbid- Gaia, you and Jason began the picture perfect life you’d dreamed of, as a younger girl. You two moved to New Rome for a while, got an open and dreamy apartment, with everything you two needed. He was working a job in architecture of Greek and Roman structures, and you worked too. You were happy.

He got down on one knee six months later, when you’d taken a trip to New York during Christmastime. Engaged, and more than in love, now everything was great. Everything was perfect when you got the positive lines on the pregnancy test. It was all going right. Finally.

But as quickly as happily ever after can be formed, it can crumble and fall to the floor like a house of cards, a mere whisper that it had ever been. So when you and Jason are woken in the night, to sirens in New Rome, you both sit upright, eyes wide with fright. He pulls you into his chest, shushing you as he presses continual kisses to your forehead whilst stroking your hair as if the sirens were a hallucination.

“I’m going to go check what’s going on, okay sweetie?” He murmurs, against your hair leaving a final kiss. You nod, and grab the dagger in your bedside drawer standing too. Being four months pregnant he was protective and extremely wary of what you did. You remained in the doorway alongside other residents as others investigated.

He returns, no tenser yet no less tense. “It’s being handled baby,” he kisses your forehead, a hand drifting over your clothed stomach. “We can go back to bed, it’s all over.”

“What was it?” You look up. He shakes his head. “Just some monsters, it’s dealt with. Not our job anymore, remember?”

But it happened again two weeks later. Then again a week later. Jason was starting to panic that your own stress would harm the baby, and demanded to the legion and leadership and Praetor’s what was going on, with worried, retired demigods alongside him.

“We’re gonna be okay.” It happened again tonight. It was over quicker. “They tested out the new celestial bronze dust. It seems to be working.” His forehead is against yours, his large, warm hand cupping your cheek. “How’s my baby doing?” He strokes the slight swell of your stomach lightly, distracting you.