You stood in the kitchen of your apartment stirring the batter of blue pancakes.
Strong and gentle arms slowly wrapped themselves around you and a chin rested on your shoulder. "Morning, baby," your husband of two years whispered into your ear.
You smiled sweetly. "Morning Percy."
He chuckled. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him," he said placing a hand on your swollen stomach receiving a kick from the child in your womb.
"Or her," you corrected.
"No, I'm pretty sure we're going to have a son."
"You wish, Mr. Jackson," you said pouring the batter into the skillet.
He turned you around into his embrace and grinned. "I know, Mrs. Jackson." He knelt down so he was eye level with your stomach. "Hey, you're a boy right? Are you a little Percy Jr.?"
The baby kicked in response.
You laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure she's a girl."
He smiled and lifted your shirt so he could kiss your stomach. "Well wether you are a boy or a girl, Daddy will love you very much."
You smelt something burning and gasped. "Percy! The pancakes!"
Moments later you and your husband sat at the table with plates of slightly burnt pancakes.
You stared at your food with a disgusted look on your face.
Percy looked at you from around his mound of pancakes. "(Y/n)? What's wrong?"
"I want pickles. Pickles with strawberry ice cream."
He blinked. "What?"
"Ooh! With a side of white chocolate." You smiled just thinking about the meal.
Percy looked like you were crazy before he retreated to the kitchen. "Seven months. You'd think I'd be used to your cravings after seven months, but I guess not." He came back into the dining room holding a plate of pickles and strawberry ice cream drizzled with melted white chocolate.
You wolfed it down while your husband watched in a mixture of awe and disgust. You held up the empty plate. "More please?"
Two hours later you were sitting on the couch in Percy's arms watching a sad movie.
You were sobbing. "That was so sad!" You wailed as you hugged Percy tightly.
He looked down at your stomach. "You're making your mommy crazy," he said to the tiny baby in there. He hugged you. "But she's my crazy, and your my baby."
You didn't pay attention to him because you were crying too hard.
Two months later you were sitting in a rocking chair in the nursery looking out the window. Your hand rested on your stomach as you stared outside with a dreamy smile on your face. "Any day now," you mumbled softly.
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Well that was fun to write. Don't even ask me where the pickles and strawberry ice cream came from it was the first thing I thought of.
Gosh guys I'm so uninspired rn. I have like three imagines I'm working on but I can't make myself do them (as shown by the ones listed in the media). Please keep requesting because that's how I fire these things out.
Ugh my school play is on Friday and I'm freaking out. I'm so scared that I'm gonna forget my lines so I'm just like URK.
So I hope you guys enjoyed Seven Months and if you did please vote and comment and I'll see you in the next part.
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