PJO/HOO One-Shots

Where She Belonged - Percabeth

Okay...I'm going to preface this with a sincere apology. I know it's common for people to take month-long breaks in between updates but I didn't want to do that personally, but junior year has been a hot mess and my job + homework makes it impossible for me to find time to write anymore. But here's a super short one-shot I whipped up in the mean time. 

Also, I recently join archiveofourown.org and I have written a few stories on there that I haven't yet published on here, so if you're up for it go check out my profile and maybe leave a kudos or two! My username is egnlotsc :)

Annabeth shouldered her bag, trying her best to keep her eyes open as she walked into the supermarket, mindlessly grabbing a bag as the click of her heels echoed throughout the relatively empty aisles. 

It was three in the morning, after all. As she threw the contents of her meticulously planned grocery list into the cart, she couldn't help but wistfully imagine her husband and childrens' faces as she walked in the door, a week before she was supposed to arrive at home. 

Before she knew it, she was arriving at the cash register, handing the equally sleepy cashier her card, gathering up her bags and practically sprinting out of the store's automatic doors. The drive home was a blur, the only thing on Annabeth's mind the thought of sinking into her husband's arms and drifting off to sleep. Despite how hard she tried, she wasn't able to sleep on a plane. Her husband's fear of flying must have rubbed off on her. 

The bump of the driveway's curb jerked Annabeth out of her thoughts as she parked and scooped up the few grocery bags from the trunk, trying her best to hold the groceries while unlocking the front door at the same time. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she pushed open the door as quietly as possible, squinting to see in the darkness of the silent house. 

Annabeth quietly unloaded the groceries, placing each item in its designated space before hanging her purse and keys on the hook by the door and slipping off her heels and jacket. She made her way up the stairs, careful to avoid the one stair she knew squeaked each time someone stepped on it. As she passed her childrens' rooms, she smiled, placing her hand on the door softly before advancing down the hallway. She didn't want to wake them until the morning. 

As Annabeth approached the end of the hallway where their bedroom was, she grinned when she noticed the light spilling out from under the door. It was just like her husband to be awake at four in the morning. She could picture him sitting on the bed, his laptop balanced on his lap as he sipped his fourth diet coke - blue, of course - rolling his eyes at her repeated scoldings on the lack of nutrients the drink provided. 

She pushed open the door slowly, watching as the scene she had imagined played out in front of her. Her husband didn't even glance up from the computer's screen, instead continuing to type as he spoke. "Zoe, baby, go back to bed. We can find your blanket in the morning." When Annabeth didn't reply, he glanced up, his green eyes widening in shock as he took her in. She suddenly felt self-conscious, as it was no secret that she was beyond jet lagged, her usually perfect curly blonde hair spilling out of her hastily-thrown up ponytail and her slightly wrinkled blouse and pencil skirt. 

"Beth?" he asked slowly, watching as she stepped fully into the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. "Hey, Perce," she said softly, watching his eyes sparkle as he shoved the computer off to the side, holding out his arms towards her, inviting her forwards. She grinned, crawling onto the bed and settling herself onto his lap, burying her face in his neck. "What are you doing here?" he whispered, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and softly running his fingers through it.