Missing You Terribly

Damon always remembered the nights he had with his dad. How he would tell him stories. Mostly Greek myths. And how he loved them. A long time ago his mother was also telling him stories and he could vaguely remember how his father used to stare in awe at her.

Oh how in love they had been.

Damon always was more his mother's child. His dad told him that he didn't mind that fact and teased them both about it.

Until Damon turned 8 and he got home from school one day with his father, as his mother was working late and came home around dinner usually. Yet this time she didn't. The both of them didn't suspect anything and just saved some dinner for her. Only did she not come home that night. Or ever again.

From that time on it had been Damon and his father on their own. Sometimes his grandparents, Paul and Sally, would be there but aside from that they were alone.

Damon still remembered the funeral. How he'd clutched to his dad the entire time while all these people wanted to talk to his father. And his father talked back to all of them politely thanking them for coming.

The funeral was at the infamous Camp Halfblood that he was told of so much. They burned her shroud while his father and he stood next to it. Of course he cried. Almost everyone was crying. But not his father, he held his son holding him and whispering calming words in his ear.

Things didn't change much after his mother's death. His father at least, everything except for him did. He was now dropped off at his grandparents when he wasn't at school since his father needed to work more. But he loved spending time with his grandparents. They always did fun stuff and he loved just talking to them. And sometimes his father brought him to his work. He loved all the animals and the things his dad knew about them. He always made up stories about how they were named and how the animals had little lives.

He and his father were still practically the same though. He still told him stories. They walked together talking about everything and nothing. Damon always liked asking a lot of questions. His mother had always told him that he could ask anything to his parents. So that was what he remembered when he was about to ask his dad some things. He was 10 at the time.

"Dad?" His father looked at him smiling lightly. They were walking through Central Park. "Who are the people in your stories that aren't exactly myths? And how do you know so much about them?"

"Uhm..." His father pondered. "The stories are about your mother and me. But you don't have to worry about that. Why did you ask buddy?"

"I was just curious. Have you guys really done all these things?" His father laughed out loud and shook his head. "Not all. Some were friends."

Damon nodded and they kept on walking.

"I love you dad. I just wanted you to know that." He confessed after a while.

His father laughed again and ruffled his hair. "I love you too kid." He pulled him closer and put his arm around his shoulders while Damon put his arm around his middle.

When he was 14 he and his father went to Montauk. His father told him that he always went here as a kid and that they went when he himself was younger. But that he didn't want to come here since his mother died.

"You remind me a lot of her, you know?" His father told him. They'd made a fire and were roasting marshmallows. Damon was surprised by this. Everyone always told him that he was more his father's son. They have some of the same personality traits, the same face, only were his eyes more a mix of gray and green and curly blonde hair. He loved sea animals, preferred a sword, he had been going to Camp Halfblood for the half of the summers since the age of 11 since monsters were targeting him more and more.

Besides that he and his father had the same taste in music and films, though that could be because of his father. He and his father watched movies every Saturday, mostly classics and favourites of his dad. And in the car or in the house in general they mostly listened to stuff his dad liked and that Damon too liked a lot, since he was brought up with it.

But the most that people always told him that he had in common with his dad was loyalty. At least that was what people told him, of course he would do anything for his friends, but he saw that as self-evident according to him.

"You have her eyes and hair, her smile and personality."

"Really? People always tell me that I take a lot after you."

His father smiled softly twisting his stick with the marshmallow on it. "To me you're just a copy of her. Maybe with a little bit of me. But you remind me of her the most with those little habits. How you both stamp on the floor when you're angry, love to read or how you eat. And what you like and dislike. Like how you hate the rain and love the summers. Or how you both can't cook for your life. And the stare- Gods." He chuckled softly. "You're just so much alike to me."

"I- I didn't know that."

"And of course we're alike too. Your mother always said that you would be one of the most loyal people. That's why we named you Damon. From the myth with Damon and Pythias. Your mother always wanted to name her children after myths. I think that she was just bummed that she wasn't named after something from greek mythology."

He laughed and looked up at his dad. "We never really talk about her."

His father shook his head looking down. "I know. And I'm sorry. I should tell you more about her. It's just-" He closed his eyes for a second.

"I know dad. It's okay. We don't have to talk about mom if you don't want to. It's fine."

"No no no. It's not. I owe it to you and to her." His father looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes; Damon had never seen his father cry. "You know how I met your mother?"

Damon shook his head softly. Eager to know more. "Well.... I just arrived at camp, I was 12 at the time, and I thought that my mother, your grandmother, was dead. I'd fought the minotaur and fainted right after that. Uncle Grover dragged me into the borders and I could vaguely see your mother and Chiron. Though I wasn't really aware of it then. I passed out for a couple of days. And when I woke up I thought that I was dreaming. The weirdest dream. I actually thought that she was an angel. Though the only thing that she had to say to me was that I drooled in my sleep."

"She really said that?" He asked while laughing. "Yeah, she really hated me at first. Because our parents were rivals and she took that very seriously. Though at the end of our quest we were friends. We stayed that way until we were 16 and we won the war. We got together on my birthday. She baked me a cupcake together with uncle Tyson. It was really sweet and she did that for all my birthdays since then. She was my best friend and knew me better than anyone else. And she loved you very much. So, so, so much. She was so excited through the whole pregnancy she read all those books. When you were born your mother was so exhausted, but she wouldn't let you go. When they were going to check you up she was so angry with me that I'd let them take you. And when you came back she was so happy. Your mother mostly held you that day. I could hold you when she was asleep." He laughed. A laugh that he hadn't seen in more than 6 years.

"She was happy that you were born in the winter. Since she kind of hated the winter so she told me that she had always had something happy now and to look forward to in the winter."

"And we had some amazing years with the three of us, didn't we?" He asked. "Your mother always wanted something permanent. We were her something permanent. And she loved you with all her heart, Damon."

Damon just nodded, completely choked up.

"Do you remember anything about your mother?" His father asked me. Damon swallowed thickly and spoke up.

"Er, yes. How she would come home just before dinner. And how you would pick me up and run to the door with me and we would hug her. Then you would kiss and drop me and we would have dinner. I remember that we did the same the night that mom uh- didn't come back. And when the cop was at the door. And that you put me down and that you first just said that it was nothing and that we ate dinner. I asked a hundred times what was wrong with you. But you only told me afterwards-" He stopped himself not wanting to continue and his father started to look down at his feet.

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"Dad! Dad! Dad! I hear someone at the door!" A 8 year old Damon shouted tugging at his father who was making dinner. "Ohh! Mommy's home!" He shouted and picked his son up, while Damon giggled loudly.

"Let's give her a big hug today! She told me she missed you today on the phone. Deal buddy?" Percy told his son while walking up to the door. And opening it while balancing Damon on his hip.

"Hey Beth! You're ho-" Percy started but stopped as he saw a cop standing at the door and not his beautiful wife. "Hello sir. Why are you here?"

The cop looked straight at him and had guilt in his eyes. "Are you Percy Jackson?"

"Uh, yes. Why?" Percy was confused; why was he here and not his wife?

"Is Annabeth Jackson your wife?"

"Yes."

"Daddy, where's mommy?" Damon suddenly asked, getting impatient. "Soon buddy."

"I need to tell you something, sir. I, uh, I think that you can probably put your son down and sit down."

"Uhm, yeah, okay. Follow me I think." Percy told him and walked into the house.

"Hey, buddy. Can you get me one of your books out of your room? Just take your time."

Damon nodded and hugged his dad, while he ran off to his room. Percy sat down and looked at the cop who sat down too.

"So this is about Annabeth? Did something happen? Or is she in trouble or anything?"

"Your wife, she uhm, she was in an accident. A car accident. And she uh, she died on the spot. It was a painless death. She was on her way home we think. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"No." He breathed out and held his face with his hands while his arms rested on his knees. Tears formed in his eyes and though he blinked he couldn't hold them back. "I'm sorry." He muttered.

"No no, it's okay. I'm sorry. Your wife had this with her." The cop handed him a back from what was their favourite bakery and inside was a blue cake.

He laughed out loud, a bitter laugh. On the cake was written "Happy Birthday Seaweed Brain!" He closed the box and laid it down beside him.

"When can I see her? I- I need to see her." He stammered out one hand tangled in his hair.

The cop explained everything to him and he nodded. He walked the cop to the door and thanked him. When he saw his son looking at him.

Percy walked up to his son and picked him up again kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly. "Mommy's not having dinner with us, so we need to start without her."

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm sad that mommy can't be here with us now."

"Can we save some dinner for her? For when she comes back?"

"Yeah sure, buddy."

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The both of them were silent for a while until Damon needed to speak again.

"And I know those times that we went on walks with the three of us." Damon continued after a while wanting to break the silence. "And the playing in the park. Or driving in the car. You guys coming at school for those stupid nights I remember that I was so happy when I saw you two there. Christmases and Thanksgiving too. Or how I used to sit in her lap while she read to me or read herself."

"I should've told you more about her to you. But I just felt pain when I only thought of talking about her. I always think of her. But talking seemed weird to me like she was really gone." His father confessed.

"We can talk about mom if you want to. Let's talk about mom at least once a month, instead of our movienight."

"I'd love that."

"Me too."

Damon scooted closer to his father and put an arm around him and his father did the same.

"You're a really good son, you know?"

"And you're a really good father."

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"You're the worst father ever!" A 16 year old Damon screamed at his father. They had been fighting for over a week now. It had been about little things, like doing chores, school stuff, friends and Damon was just grumpy in general the past week.

So he had been getting into little fights with his dad for the whole week but none of them was as bad as this one was.

His father didn't agree with the kind of friends that he had. He admitted that his friends were bad and a bad influence. He didn't really like them lately, but he was too proud to admit to his dad that he was right.

Damon didn't really know anymore about what the fight began, but he knew that they were too deep in to stop.

"Damon, what's the matter lately? You're so distant and grumpy-"

"Yes I know dad." Snapped Damon at his father. "But it's none of your business."

"It is. Since I am your father and all." His father was still speaking with a calming tone which only irritated him more.

"Yeah? Well maybe if you got laid some time you wouldn't be so stressed and stop nagging!" He screamed and he knew he hurt his father but he couldn't stop. "Just shut up! I wish that you weren't my dad. I wish that you died instead of mom!" He shouted and hurt flashed across his father's face but he hid it immediately.

As soon as he said it he regretted it but he couldn't take it back and the damage was already done.

"Dad-" He started but his father interrupted him. "Just-" He rubbed his temples slightly and then looked up at him, his green eyes piercing into his grey ones.

"Just uhm, go to your room and we have our night about mom later okay?"

"I'm going for today, I, uh- I think that I see you tomorrow."

His father sighed deeply and tossed him something; the car keys. "You can take the car."

Damon only nodded and walked out of the door.

He didn't really know to who he was going to drive and when he suddenly stood on his grandparents' doorstep it only felt natural.

"Hi, can I come in grandma?" He asked as his grandmother opened the door.

"Of course honey. What brings you here?"

"Where is grandpa?" He asked as he walked into the apartment avoiding his grandmother's question. "Oh, Paul has a teacher night."

"I'll grab us some drinks. Just wait a second and sit down dear." He sat down and looked around the living room. He had seen all the photos at least a thousand times. And always this one photo stood out.

It was a picture of his parents. His mother was sitting on his fathers back and they were at Camp Halfblood. They were both wearing the iconic orange shirts and were standing in front of the lake and had bright smiles. He couldn't remember that his father really smiled so brightly since his mother died.

"Your father called." His grandmother told him as she handed him a glass of hot chocolate even though it was the fall.

"Oh." He looked down at his cup and felt his grandma sitting down next to him. "He asked if you were here and told me a little bit about what happened."

"Did you tell him that I'm here?"

"Yes, otherwise he's going to worry too much." She gently rubbed his arm. "Now tell me your side of the story."

"Well... dad and I have been fighting for the last week. I have been grumpy and he is stressed with his work I think. And tonight-" He suddenly remembered why they started fighting. "I wanted to go out with friends, but dad doesn't like them and it is actually our mom night. So he told me that I couldn't go but I still wanted to go. And then I started yelling and said some things to him-" Damon stopped himself, doubting if he should tell his grandmother exactly what he said. "You can tell me, dear."

"I- I wished that he was dead instead of mom!" He shouted and stood up to pace around the living room. As he got too jumpy to just sit. "And I feel so guilty, but I didn't want to apologize."

His grandmother only laughed. "Did your father get mad?"

"No. That's the worst part. He even wanted to continue our mom night, but I, uh, I left. He even gave me the car. Oh Gods- I really messed up didn't I?" He stopped pacing and looked up at her. She only had the biggest smile.

"Sorry grandma, can you inform me why this is funny?"

"You look so much like them." She had a huge smile on her face now. "Do you really wish that your mother was rather alive than your father?"

"No! I don't really want him dead! But sometimes deep inside I wished for it. And I feel horrible because of it."

"Damon, it's okay. You're lucky with the fact that your dad is so patient with you. If it were your mother she would've kicked your ass."

"Aren't you angry that I think things like that? He is your son."

"Of course not. Everyone has thoughts and you don't really mean it. And I love your father with all my heart, but I also loved and still love your mother like she was my own."

"Grandma? I also told him in a not so nice way that he could better find someone else. But why doesn't he? It's been 8 years and I'm sure my mother would understand it."

"Your mother would be okay with it. They always told each other that they should move on if one of them died. But your father's fatal flaw is loyalty; he only falls in love once. And he is still loyal to your mother. And she is to him. She is waiting for him in Elysium." His grandmother explained and Damon understood it. "And about your father being stressed about work? I think that you need to know some more about your father's past. How much did he tell you?" His grandmother continued.

"Not much. Only vague things. And at Camp I didn't hear that much either."

"Well, your parents did crazy things for each other and Camp. You heard of the wars right?"

"Yes, of course. But I didn't know that they were a big part of this."

"Haven't you heard of the Great Prophecy?"

"Yes, but that was about some sucker named Perseus." His grandmother stared pointly at him and suddenly it dawned at him. "No!" He exclaimed, dragging the last syllable out. "That was dad? You called him Perseus? That's so stupid!"

She ignored him and just continued. "You knew that he was named something mythological. But that doesn't matter now. That 'sucker' was your father. So everyone thought that he was going to die. So he kind of led the war with your mother and surprisingly they won and on his birthday your parents got together. And they never broke up in that time. Of course they fought; a lot actually. But they did that through their whole friendship so they were used to it. I don't know if your father is going to murder me for telling you this, but when they were 17 there was another war and your mother and father fell somehow in Tartarus. But I don't know much about that since they never told me much about it."

They both fell silent at that. Tartarus? Literal hell? He couldn't believe it.

"Your mother told me those things, your father never wanted me to know these things. He told very vague things about quests before. I asked his father a few times but he didn't always reply."

"You mean Poseidon?" His grandmother nodded. "Your father doesn't want me to tell you these either, but I'm still going to do it. You need to know it. When your father grew up for a while it was just him and me. Until I married this guy named Gabe, because he smelled really bad so he could cover up your father's smell to keep the monster attacks lower. But he was abusive as it turned out and I'm not going into details but it wasn't good. And of course later I married Paul but Percy was already 16 then, so he didn't really have a father figure while growing up. And I think that he turned out fine, but he wanted you to have one. And especially a good one. So that's why he doesn't really tell you stuff like that. Stuff from the past."

"I'm sorry grandma. But why are you telling me this now?"

"Because you may understand your father better. He can be lonely, but he isn't completely because you are there."

"Okay-" But his grandmother interrupted him, she was really in the flow. "You know when your mother was just gone and you stayed with us for like two weeks or so?" Damon nodded but his grandmother was already continuing the story, not waiting for his answer. "Well your father was fixing all these things. He went to the Gods to beg them to bring her back, but they wouldn't. He also tried to find her in the Underworld, but that also didn't work. He was broken after that. He couldn't even come out of bed. Your uncle Grover stayed with him to drag him out of bed and get the things together. His biggest motivation was and still is you." She looked at him pointly. "Everybody was surprised when he handled the funeral so well. But I think that it was mainly because you were with him and he didn't want you to see him like that."

Now that he thought about it he'd never seen his father cry. Only the night that his mother died and he had tried to hide it too then.

"Do you remember how he struggled in the beginning, with cleaning your mother's stuff up, though I think that he hasn't changed a thing."

"Yeah, her office is still the same, he cleans it once a while. But aside from that everything there is the same as it was 8 years ago."

His grandma shook her head softly and had something of a ghost of a smile on her face. "He's hopeless. Do you remember your first Christmas without her?"

"Yeah, the tree was a mess. So we eventually stayed here with you." Damon remembered. It had actually been a fun Christmas. When he told his grandmother that she just sighed softly. "I think it was the worst for your father. Your mother used to love Christmas and always went to extremes. Like decorating the house, getting gifts and baking cookies. She even helped your father cook dinner even though she hated cooking."

Damon realised that he actually didn't know as much about his father as he thought.

"Yes, your father wasn't really handling the holidays well without your mother. They'd celebrated every Christmas together for 19 years at that point. I know the first time your mother came over for Christmas, they had just started dating and they were both so nervous. A few days after Christmas he disappeared. But that is another story."

"She got so irritated when you two tried to help decorating. She was a huge perfectionist and only her way was the right one in her eyes. So when your father and you tried to help she would get so irritated." She snorted lightly and had a smile on her face. "Your mother always used to say that you were stupid boys. And that you were just like your father unfortunately. Your father always acted fake offended then, cracked one of his stupid jokes and kiss her. Oh what was she happy with the two of you. She would always call you two her boys and wrap you in a hug." Her eyes were moistened and he was afraid that she was going to cry.

So he pulled her into a hug. "Why didn't they ever have a second child?" He quietly asked after a while.

"They had trouble with Hera. She isn't exactly their biggest fan. But uhm, no- I don't think that I can tell you this. I'm the only one to whom he has told that. You have to ask him yourself." Damon only nodded.

"And I don't think that he is stressed from work. Do you hear him walk through the house at night?" She said after a while.

"Uhm, yeah. But I thought that that is because he is stressed from work and cannot sleep. But why?"

"I think that he has nightmares and flashbacks again. He used to have them a lot when he was a teenager. But I thought they had gone away a long time ago."

He was silent again, a little bit in shock of all the information dumped on him, was his father having nightmares and reliving trauma while he didn't notice a thing?

"But why doesn't he tell me and why are they back?"

"Your father doesn't want him to worry about him. He doesn't want anybody to worry about him.

"Well that's stupid."

"Your father is stupid sometimes. The only one who he let him help was your mother. They had the same nightmares and if they didn't they would understand each other. Firstly after the war your father refused help and eventually he broke down after 9 months. He couldn't keep the act up that everything was fine. Your mother helped him a lot and he helped her."

"But what do you mean with 'broke down'? Because you're being vague grandma."

"Your father just didn't sleep anymore. He thought that if he didn't sleep he wouldn't get the nightmares. So he wandered through the house at night. Just to keep himself awake. Sometimes when Estelle was awake he would walk with her or sit with her on the couch. But of course he didn't last forever. About more than a week he broke down." She was silent after that and he didn't have the heart to ask further about it.

So they finished their drinks in silence.

"Thank you so much grandma, but I'm going home now. I need to talk with my dad."

"Of course dear. Loved to have you here. And don't be too hard on your father and take care of him."

He kissed her cheek and walked out of the door to go back home.

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It was almost midnight when he walked into his home.

He saw his father pacing around in the kitchen. "What did you tell him?" He whisper shouted. "Mom! I- he shouldn't know that stuff about me."

"Yeah, but- okay. You're right- I know. But, I just wanted him to be sheltered from that kind of world-"

"Yes mom- I know that he goes to Camp Halfblood. But still- you shouldn't have told him. You're not his mother." His father was silent again and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, love you too mom. Later. He'll be home soon I think. He said he was going home right?"

His father hung up after a second and turned around at lightning speed when Damon approached him. "It's just me!" He exclaimed as his father already had his pen in his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry Damon. How much did you hear?"

"Enough to understand it." He quietly said. "Are you very mad at grandma? She only tried to help."

He shook his head lightly and sighed deeply. "That's between me and grandma. But she shouldn't have done that."

"Well you weren't ever planning to do so! Somebody had to tell me those things! I'm 16 dad, not 8."

"Just go to your room and we talk about it some other time." He mumbled leaning tiredly against the counter.

"And what? And you're going to stay up all night?" He argued back.

His father looked at him with a tired and sad expression. "That's my problem. Good night Damon."

Damon just shook his head in response and flung his arms around his dad in a hug. "I'm so so sorry dad." He mumbled on his fathers shoulder. His father was still a few inches taller.

"For what?" His father asked while wrapping his arms around him too.

"For your life. For everything that happened to you. For me. I'm just so sorry." He sobbed out.

"Hey it's okay. I'm used to people wishing me dead. And if I'm being honest I wish everyday that it would have been me instead of your mother."

"I'm happy I'm here with you dad."

They held each other for a little while until his father let go. "Let's talk. I know you have questions. You and grandma are right. I can't hide these things from you anymore."

They sat down at the dinner table across from each other. "So what do you want to know?" His father asked him while messing with his hands.

"Grandma wouldn't tell me something. She said that I should ask you myself. I asked why you never had another child. She said something about Hera and she didn't want to tell me more. And are you having nightmares again? And are you doing the same as you did when you were 17? Are you not sleeping? And why didn't you tell the things that grandma told me?"

His father laughed without any humor in his voice. "Spitting the hard questions huh? About the whole another child thing? Well, after 2 years with you we wanted another child. We thought that it would've been fun if you would have a little sibling. But your mother had a misscariage every time. As your grandma explained the Hera thing. After 6 years of trying the pregnancy was fine. Only when she was 4 months along she was driving home on my birthday. I always told her that I could pick her up and bring her to work. But she always shrugged me off. She died in a car crash that day." He let out a bitter laugh. "She was barely showing even though she was 4 months along. We were going to tell our family later. And you that night during dinner."

They were both silent. "I'm so sorry dad." He said after a while. "Yes. You've already told me that." He rolled his eyes at his father. "Is grandma the only one who knew?"

"No, I never told her, but uncle Grover knows it too. She probably told you that he stayed with me for a week when your mother was just dead? Well I told him then. And your grandmother later after the funeral."

"Why didn't you tell anyone else? Why didn't you tell me?"

"What would it matter? It wouldn't change anything and I don't like it if people feel sorry for me." His father didn't look him in the eye when he continued. "And about the nightmares and stuff. Well they have been coming back since your mother died. And I could ignore them for a long time and eventually talking about your mother since two years helped, but I can't hold them off forever. Since a couple of months or so they are getting worse. And I don't do exactly what I used to do when I was 17." He stopped and mumbled a string of curses under his breath. "Why did she tell you this?" He slightly mumbled before carrying on. "I just stay up for a couple of nights so that I am so tired that I can sleep again."

"I used to have your mother to help me and I could help her. Since most of our nightmares were about each other. But I can't do that anymore. So I needed to figure something else out."

"Dad, I think that you should go to therapy. Where someone can really help you. You can't do this alone." Damon stated after a while. His father stared at his hands for a minute until he slumped down in his seat. "I know."

"And we don't have to talk about all the details of your past. But I'm your son and you don't have to protect me from everything. I can handle it."

His father nodded. Silently agreeing with him and he told him everything that he wanted to know.

"We need to clean the office, dad." Damon told his father the next morning during breakfast.

"What? No! I can't even be in that room for too long. How can I just touch her stuff and throw it away?"

"It's weird that you still have that. And that you still have all her clothes in your closet and her nightstand still the same. We have to move it."

His father just shook his head and changed the subject. But after a while when Damon was making homework in his room, his father knocked on the door.

"I think that we should do it. Your mother would want us to." Damon smiled brightly and slung an arm around him. "Well let's go then."

When everything was in boxes and in the storage room they went on one of their walks together. Maybe his father would never truly get over her, but at least he wasn't hunted with guilt now all the time when he walked by that room.

Babysteps.

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"Bad things happen to the best people. That's my theory at least and my father is an affirmation of that. All his life he got treated like shit by most people and went to so much sadness, trauma and loss that it's unfair. Probably the worst was when his wife, my mother and the love of his life died really young. That should've been the breaking point. The point where he would've given up and nobody would blame him. But instead my father stepped up and took care of me on his own. I still know what he said to me; he told me that it was now the two of us and that we needed to be there for each other. I also remember the night before the funeral where I couldn't sleep and so I slept in bed with him where he held me tight and I could finally sleep, though I don't think that he could." He took a deep breath and looked at the people in front of him and the picture of his father smiling widely, being very young on the photo. Though he had died at 65 a week ago. 

"I'll always be grateful to my father for taking so good care of me after my mother died. Now when I have my own kids I can't even imagine how I would do that. He deserved so much more. But now he can rest in Elysium, finally reunited with my mother. So thank you for everything dad and may you rest in peace." 

A/N

So the end kind of sucks...

I wanted to write a single dad AU with Percy and normally in these fics he has a daughter. So I thought that a son would be a fun change. Hope it's not terrible. Sorry btw for not updating in such a long time. School has been killing me and I've been working really long on this one. Also I really need to focus on my other fic. But expect a update soon. What do you think is the best one shot until now? I think my personal favourite is "Best Friends".

Have a good day!