girl dad! Percy Jackson x fem!reader
The house was peaceful, save for the sound of soft rustling as you flipped a page in your book. You were still recovering, resting in the couch, wrapped in warm blankets. Percy had insisted on handling everything—he was on full-time baby duty, and from the sound of it, he was taking the job very seriously.
You glanced up from your book to see him pacing the room, your newborn daughter tucked securely in his arms, tiny and sleepy and barely aware of the world around her. Not that it stopped Percy from talking to her like she was already giving him life advice.
“So,” he began, adjusting his grip on her, rocking her gently. “I was thinking. When you get older, we should get you a pet. But like, a small one. Not a dog, because those require a lot of responsibility, and, uh, I think we’re gonna be busy enough. Maybe a fish? Do you like fish?”
The baby blinked up at him.
Percy nodded like she’d given him a very serious answer. “Good choice. Low maintenance. I respect it.”
You bit back a laugh, turning another page, pretending not to listen.
He kept going. “Oh, actually, let’s practice something important. Okay, if you want a fish, say yes.” He waited, expectant.
He tilted his head. “And if you don’t want a fish, say no.”
Percy sighed dramatically. “Alright, we might need to work on this conversation thing. See, ‘yes’ means you agree with something. Like if I ask, ‘Are you the cutest baby in the world?’ you say ‘yes.’” He nodded encouragingly. “Because that’s just true.”
“Great effort, love the enthusiasm,” Percy teased. “Now, ‘no’ means you disagree with something. Like if I say, ‘Do you think your dad is annoying?’ you say no, because that would be wrong.”
You couldn’t help it—you snorted. “Percy, she has no idea what you’re talking about.”
He turned to you, eyes wide with mock offense. “Excuse me, I read about this. Babies who are spoken to like adults develop better communication skills.”
“Exactly! Prime learning time.”
You rolled your eyes, grinning, as he turned back to the baby.
He pressed a kiss to her tiny forehead, then glanced around, as if remembering something. “Oh! Right. The tour. Okay, princess, time for the most important part of the house.”
You watched as he carried her toward the fridge, tilting her slightly so she could ‘see’ the top of it.
“.Okay, princess, this is the top of the fridge. Not super exciting, but I figured you should see it.”
“This is the fridge. It holds all the good stuff. You’ll love it one day.” He opened the door slightly, showing her the inside as if she was actually taking notes. “This? This is milk. Right now, it’s your entire personality.”
Percy took it as deep intellectual engagement.
“Okay, now, let me show you something very important.” He walked over to the pantry and opened it dramatically. “This is the snack cabinet. This is where we keep the really good stuff. And one day, when you’re older, you’ll understand the magic of blue food.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you really introducing her to that this early?”
“Obviously. This is critical information.”
Percy turned back to the baby, voice softening. “Alright, sea star, this is your final stop—the best place in the whole house.”
He carried her over to the other couch and flopped down, adjusting her carefully so she rested on his chest. “This? This is where we nap.”
You laughed. “Finally giving up, huh?”
He sighed dramatically. “I guess I can let her sleep. But she’s missing out. I was about to start explaining tide patterns.”
“Or, you know, tax brackets.”
“Or how to successfully argue your way out of a parking ticket.”
Percy grinned, resting his cheek against the top of your daughter’s tiny head. “Fine. But tomorrow? She’s getting a full breakdown of Greek mythology.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled, watching as he finally settled down, his arms wrapped protectively around the baby. Even as he closed his eyes, you could still hear him mumbling—something about fish, or politics, or the importance of good sunscreen.
You sighed, shaking your head fondly.
She was never going to have a quiet moment in her life.
