aircraft, blackout, rubber ducky
The thing they don’t tell you about toddlers is that once you have one, the likelihood of stubbing your toes on some god awful plastic toy goes up substantially. Even more so if one happens to be walking through said toddler’s room in the middle of the night.
"Fucking shit,” Percy mutters, hopping up on one foot, his toe throbbing in agony. He directs his flashlight at the floor, glaring at the toy plane that had become his most recent foe, and hoping his son won’t mind if this toy mysteriously disappears in the next 24 hours. Thank the gods it wasn’t the Legos this time.
Lightning illuminates the room briefly and thunder crackles overhead. From the corner comes a set of muffled giggles, followed by a loud whisper of, “Daddy said some swears!” and Annabeth’s amused reply of, “I know. He’s going to be in big trouble later.”
Percy swings his flashlight back over toward the corner, where his family is curled together on his son’s bed, awash in the warm glow from the lantern on the bedside table. Annabeth has one arm around Teddy, stroking his arm lightly as he pages through a picture book with a rubber duck on the cover, and the other supporting Ben as she nurses him; she gives him a tired, but sympathetic smile.
"Daddy wouldn’t say swears if some little boy had picked up his room like he was supposed to," Percy replies, gingerly making his way back over to the bed. Teddy drops his book and ducks into his mother’s side when he realizes that his best, "Who, me?” look isn’t working on his father.
"The station didn’t need you to come in?" Annabeth asks as he climbs into bed with them, hauling Teddy up so he can sit next to his wife. He sets Teddy on his lap, hands his son the flashlight, and reaches for the book.
"Not for a few more hours. Storm’s bad, but the blackout’s not that widespread," he replies. He glances down at his son and says teasingly, "Think great uncle Zeus will get over his temper-tantrum soon, kiddo?"
There’s another angry roll of thunder that rattles the windows and makes Teddy squawk in alarm. Annabeth swats Percy in the arm, exasperated. “Really, Percy, with the kids nearby? You should know better by now.”
"You know me," he says with a grin, kissing her on the nose as Teddy tugs insistently on the arms of his sweatshirt. "Always been impertinent."
Teddy makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, earning a laugh from his mother. “Ewww, stop kissing. Daddy, read to me!”
Percy ruffles Teddy’s hair and kisses him on the forehead, just to see him squirm. He leans back against the wall and opens the picture book. “All right, squirt. You’re going to have to hold that flashlight steady for me, like a good boy, okay? So, ‘Once upon a time, there was a yellow rubber ducky…’”