It was another peaceful evening, and Percy found herself standing in front of the mirror, hand resting gently on her belly. She hadn't fully realized how much her body had changed until now—six months pregnant and unmistakably glowing with it.
She traced her fingers along the curve of her stomach, feeling the faint but distinct movement of the baby shifting beneath her skin. It was still surreal. Every time she thought she'd wrapped her mind around it, something new reminded her just how real this was.
Percy: softly, to herself "Wow. I'm really doing this."
From his spot on the bed, Chaos lifted his head, dark eyes flicking toward her. He had been lounging in a way that suggested absolute boredom, flipping through a book he had very obviously lost interest in. But at the sound of her voice, he set it aside.
Chaos: mildly "What's wrong?"
Percy shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Percy: "Nothing's wrong. I just... I'm starting to get it. I'm going to be a mom."
Chaos didn't answer immediately. Instead, he studied her, his gaze holding an unreadable depth—something softer, something that felt almost gentle in a way that was rare for him.
Chaos: "Yes, you are." pauses, then with certainty "And you'll be more than capable."
Percy turned her head slightly, catching his gaze through the mirror. Something warm and steady settled in her chest, an emotion she couldn't quite name.
Percy: quietly "Thanks, Chaos. I think I'm finally starting to believe that."
Chaos exhaled, the corner of his lips curling into something that wasn't quite a smirk—something softer, but still very much him.
Chaos: grinning now "I'm just glad I'm not the one going through that." gestures vaguely at her stomach
Percy scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Percy: mock-offended "Wow. Real supportive."
Chaos: deadpan "What? I'm just saying, I don't think I'd handle it as gracefully as you."
Percy arched a brow at him, amused.
Percy: "You're an ancient cosmic entity, and you think I'm handling this better than you would?"
Chaos: shrugging "Absolutely. Mortality is horrifying."
Percy snorted, shaking her head as she turned away from the mirror and padded over to the bed.
She sat down beside him, shifting carefully to get comfortable. Chaos watched her movements, eyes flickering over her like he was assessing, calculating. And then, without a word, he shifted closer—just enough so that his hand rested lightly on her stomach.
It was a simple gesture, casual in a way that made Percy's breath hitch just slightly.
He wasn't the type to say things like I'm excited or I can't wait—but this? The quiet way he rested his hand there, the way he didn't pull away when the baby shifted again under his touch?
That said more than words ever could.
Percy covered his hand with her own, letting her fingers curl slightly over his.
Percy: softly "I still have no idea how I got here."
Chaos: humming "Well, if you need a refresher, it involved a series of questionable choices on your part—"
Percy smacked him with a pillow before he could finish that sentence.
Chaos: grinning, unbothered "—and an incredible lapse in judgment—"
Percy smacked him again.
Percy: "You're the worst."
Chaos: chuckling "And yet, you chose me."
Percy huffed, but there was no real bite to it. If anything, there was a warmth behind it—something fond, something dangerously close to comfortable.
And for now? That was enough.
