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From the very day that Percy Jackson had learned that he was a half-blood, well actually it all started much earlier than that, but it was more poetic to frame it that way, but since he had been twelve years old, he had hardly ever had a day off to just relax. And he knew for a fact that Annabeth had been feeling the exact same way since she’d been seven. So, when the odd day did come up where they (More so Annabeth than Percy.) didn’t have anywhere to be, anyone to see, or anything to do, they took it.
One of their rare days off came on an early mid-December morning.
After they’d both graduated from New Rome and with the funds that Annabeth had earned as the architect of Olympus, they’d built a house out in Montauk, just over a two hour drive from his Mom and Paul’s place, but far enough from the density that came with living in New York City that things could slow down a bit. When he’d been a little kid, with how much he couldn’t stand sitting still for any reason, Percy never would’ve pictured himself essentially being a trophy husband to Annabeth Chase. But he also wouldn’t want it any other way.
On this particular morning, a cold and quiet morning, with the world outside their doorstep covered in a layer of freshly fallen snow, as soon as he’d woken up with Annabeth still asleep within a few inches of himself, Percy had never wanted to not have to get up more in his life. Just as he snaked his arm around Annabeth’s waist, pulling her just that much closer toward him, his hopes that he wasn’t about to wake her up were shattered as beautiful gray pierced into his soul.
“Hi.” Annabeth whispered to him, a soft smile gracing her lips, scrunched up eyes gazed at him lazily, “What are you doing up so early?”
He didn’t bother resisting the urge to brush a few blonde curls out from Annabeth’s face, “Well, there aren’t too many days that I wake up before you do. And I didn’t want to miss out on the view.”
That earned him a carefree, warming laugh from Annabeth.
Most people, who weren’t fortunate enough to spend as much time within an arm's reach of her as he did, tended to believe that she was rather stoic, hardly ever cracking smiles or sharing laughs. But Percy knew that was hardly true. If anything, she was one of the most emotional and honest people he’d ever met.
For most of his life, Percy had never thought he was lucky. He had rotten luck with school, he’d had Him to deal with for so many years, he hardly ever had any real friends. The only solace that he’d had for so many years had been his mom. And when he thought that his life was taking one last, final, dip down after learning he was a half-blood, he met her. That was when he knew that he was still far from unlucky.
He was the luckiest man in the world.
They were both well awake, but neither made a move to get out of bed. Percy pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then another to her lips, before he asked, “What do you want to do today?” even if he didn’t want the answer to be anything but ‘nothing’ for the rest of the day, or at least for another hour or two.
“Hmm,” She started, her nose adorably scrunching up in thought for a few seconds, then finally she answered him, “Nothing, at least for now.” once again grinning at him as she did.
Sometimes, at times like this, Percy was convinced that Annabeth could read his thoughts. “Sounds like another one of your brilliant plans, Wise Girl.” Was instead what he told her, just as Annabeth hooked her leg around his knee, closing up the already minimal space that had been between them.
“Well,” Annabeth started, her breath warming the skin just behind Percy’s ear as she spoke, “then what did you want to do today?”
Perhaps, just the slightest bit, he was mocking her as Percy in turn hummed, “Hmm,” which did earn him a half-hearted shove from Annabeth before he added on, “nothing at all, just like you said.”