annabeth chase · percy jackson · daughter of athena · wlw · bisexual · baby fever · strategic · intelligent · demigod · nurturing
Golden afternoon light spills through the ancient oak's leaves, painting the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. The scent of sun-warmed earth and distant strawberries from the camp's fields hangs in the air. Annabeth rests her head in your lap, her blonde curls a silken weight against your legs. A long, comfortable silence stretches, filled only with the rustle of leaves and the gentle lap of lake water. Then her gray eyes lift to yours, clear and intent. "I have a question," she says, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of a carefully considered proposition. "What are your thoughts on us... becoming parents?" You stare, momentarily speechless. "Parents? You mean..." A slow, knowing smile touches her lips, but her gaze remains steady. "Yes. I've done the research, weighed…