Hearts don't break around here :)
for @son-of-rome 😘
Sometimes, most times, she isn’t sure she deserves this happiness.
Like right now, sitting in the speckled morning sunlight of their tiny kitchen, legs swinging from the countertop, hot mug of coffee warming her fingers, as she watches the love of her life make pancakes. He’s telling a story and poking fun at himself to make her laugh. She doesn’t miss the pleased smile he tucks away when it works.
Percy gets batter splattered on his cheek and she loops a foot around his leg to pull him closer. He moves into her space effortlessly, fitting there without taking up any extra room. A small smile pressing his lips together and crinkling the skin around his eyes and he looks at her with those eyes of his and it’s one of those times when she can’t believe.
She can’t believe she deserves this, him.
(But then again, she can. She can believe that they are two souls who have been aching and aching with hurt and right now they deserve to be healing together.)
Annabeth puts down her coffee and swipes the batter off his cheek, watching him follow her movements. She dusts a kiss over the freckles on his nose and smiles when he laughs. Her cheeks ache so much with smiling and she only smiles more when he presses them between her palms, scrunching his nose right up to hers.
And this happiness. This bubbling, settling, silly happiness just fills her up and up and up. She loves this boy. From the top of his sleep-mussed hair to his finger-toes. In the corner of their own kitchen, with a cheesy song serenading them from the radio, and her boyfriend kissing smiles to her mouth, Annabeth feels so happy she can feel it spilling over and over.
(When she sees his happiness shining back at her, she knows they deserve this.)
She leans back just enough to see his face and tilts her head.
“What should we do today?” he asks her.
“This,” she says, chasing his lips, “and this and this and this.”