#perceval hunter

Athena turned to face Percy as the first streak of color kissed the sky. Purples, pinks, and oranges painted the sky, the brilliant colors reflecting across the ocean as they joined hands.

She beamed at him, her caramel eyes sparkling in the light of the tiki torches that lined the silk runner marking her aisle. He looked at her with such love and devotion that tears pricked at her eyes. This is it.

Everything she’d been through, conquered, and endured led her to this very moment. From the second she stepped onto the private plane her future was uncertain. There had been a chance that she would become a queen and rule beside a kind and benevolent king. There had been a time when she believed they were in love and that she belonged by his side. She had thought she’d lost her only chance at true happiness the night he called another woman’s name.

It was now clear to her that each and every step had her here, to him.

Every moment of pain dissipated as she stared into his twinkling hazel eyes. Nothing else mattered. She was where she belonged. Every tear she shed in hurt or anger was worth it in the end.

It no longer mattered that the importance of his title had been thrust upon them as they planned their special day. Everything was as it was meant to be. She was finally following her heart and marrying the man who saw her for her and not what she could be by his side.

She lightly squeezed his hand as she turned toward Leo, a groomsman turned officiant at the last minute. It was a change that might leave any other bride reeling; for her, it felt fitting. Nothing had gone according to plan since she stepped on Cordonian soil. A wedding officiated by a friend seemed more intimate and felt right.

This is going to be fun. Her eyes leveled with Leo’s sea green. Far from perfect, yet perfectly us. She stifled a laugh when he winked as he started to address the crowd.

“I know I don’t spend as much time in Cordonia as I used to, but for an occasion like this, I was happy to return home. Today, I’m here to help celebrate the wedding of Athena Morgan, and my close friend Perceval Hunter, the man who’s lucky enough to wed her. Originally I was meant to be in the wedding, but shit happens and I was more than happy to step in for my lifelong friend. Someone had to marry them, might as well be me.

Enough about me, let’s get to the marrying part, shall we?

There are many different wedding traditions around the world … some that involve more leaping over fire pits than others. But at its heart, every wedding is about one thing: the love between a couple and the bond they have chosen to share.

Here in Cordonia, we like to think of marriage as a promise. The promise that you will renew your love and commitment to one another every day that you are together.

Just as planting a seed is not enough for it to grow into an apple tree, speaking your vows is not enough for a marriage to truly flourish. But if you nurture and cherish one another, your relationship will always grow stronger.”

Percy gently squeezed Athena’s hand as they both nodded, turning to face one another.

“Good. Now, I believe you wanted to recite your own vows.”

Percy’s thumb brushed across Athena’s knuckles as she started to speak. “Percy, meeting you was purely by chance, but the stars truly aligned the day that brought you into my life.” She glanced down at their joined hands.

“When I met you, I was questioning every decision I ever made since coming to Cordonia. What I had thought was a sure thing had unraveled. I had been ready to leave but something kept me here. I know now that it was you.”

She smiled as he mouthed ‘I love you’ while giving her hand an encouraging squeeze.

“That night on the train you claimed my heart. You were the piece of me that had always been missing; finding you has made me happier than I could ever put into words.

Each day with you is a new adventure I will never forget. I vow to cherish every moment we share over the years and to love you more each and every day.

I’m so thankful you came into my life and that I get to call you my husband.”

“That was beautiful.” Leo smiled, nodding to Perceval.

“Athena, when we met I felt a spark that I never thought I’d ever feel. You called yourself broken, but I have only ever seen you as strong and courageous.

I’ve always called you my Doll, and I led you to believe that it was because you were broken that night, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I saw a woman who carried a strength within her, a woman who deserved to be cherished. I have never been as drawn to someone as I am to you.

You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, and I’m the luckiest man in the world to have your heart. I promise to only make you cry tears of joy. I will strive every day to make you feel as cherished and loved as you deserve.

No matter what the future brings, I can’t wait to experience it with you by my side.”

“Thank you both. Now, would the ringbearer please come forward.”

Chance yipped as he stood from his resting place by Percy’s feet. He took the few steps forward to Leo before carefully dropping the tulle bag into his outstretched hand.

“Thanks buddy.” Leo said, patting Chance’s head.

Chance gave a happy bark before he trotted back to Percy’s feet, where he plopped down, resting his head on the sun warmed sand.

Athena softly laughed at Chance as she delicately plucked the warm vintage band from Leo’s palm. Chance quickly becoming attached to Percy was one of the many reasons she found it so easy to let down her guard and let him into her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder, if Maxwell had not begged her to take in the abandoned corgi would she have still followed the same path? Was she always meant to be standing here in front of the man that swept her off her feet and helped piece her shattered heart back together?

“Perceval Hunter, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you vow to love her, comfort her, and cherish her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in times of joy and in times of trial, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Athena Morgan, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you vow to love him, comfort him, and cherish him, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in times of joy and in times of trial, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

Athena carefully slipped the vintage golden band onto Percy’s finger, the deep etchings and five small diamonds glinting in the light of the flickering flame as the sun slowly sank below the horizon.

Percy held her hand in his left as he slowly slipped the diamond band onto her finger. The seven diamonds creating a gentle, sparkling curve in the waning light. The band wasn’t a perfect match to his mother’s ring, but would compliment it well enough. While she felt honored that he loved her enough to give her his mother’s ring the rings were mere symbols of their love. The old and new would blend perfectly no matter what, maybe she’d pass them both down one day.

Athena glanced at her hand adorned with the rose gold ring, her smile stretched as she imagined her heirloom teardrop ring sitting in front of it. She once again locked eyes with Percy, her husband, unshed tears shined back at her matching her own.

“By the power vested in me by the kingdom of Cordonia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May this blessed union be sealed with a kiss!”

She tenderly cupped his bearded cheek the world around them melted away. The man who really saw her now finally hers in every sense of the word, and she was his.

Her head tilted up, her lips meeting his in a soft, love-filled kiss that echoed every word they spoke to each other and every unspoken word held in their hearts. They pulled apart, her hand slipping into his as the sounds of cheering filtered into her reverie from their guests mixing with the roar of the waves meeting the shore.

They made their way down the aisle in the sand, Chance happily trotting behind them. It was impossible to miss the one solemn face amongst the happy crowd of friends and loved ones. She felt a small twinge at the pain etched in his face. She looked up at Percy, unwilling to allow her happiness to be dampened. One glimpse of Percy’s smiling face and all pain instantly melted away; she was exactly where she belonged.

--

Athena’s eyes crinkled as she beamed at the photographer taking pictures of her and Percy in multiple poses; Chance sat firmly at their feet.

The photographer looked down at his digital screen. “Could we get a few shots without the dog?”

Athena laughed. “You’d have better luck rubbing sandpaper on a tiger's ass than getting Chance to leave Percy’s side willingly.” She instantly thought of the first night they’d spent together. They’d fallen asleep talking as they waited for Chance to fall asleep. Percy’s patience and understanding when dealing with the corgi was merely one of a million reasons he captured her heart.

The photographer sighed. “Okay, then. Can we have the groomsmen and bridesmaids?”

Athena’s eyes grew wide and her smile dropped a bit as Maxwell came towards them with the grey top hat he promised he’d only wear during the reception settled on his head. “Maxwell! Top hat!”

Maxwell looked at her sheepishly as he pulled the top hat off. He slowly moved to place it on a chair. “Can’t I just take one picture with it?” He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. “Please little blossom?”

Athena let out a sigh. “One picture …”

“Yay—”

“At the end.”

Maxwell made a show of slumping his shoulders in defeat as he laid the hat on the seat. “Okay fine,” he agreed as he joined the group, a smile once again present on his face.

The photographer snapped away, pictures of the entire wedding party, the groomsmen with the bridesmaids, groomsmen, bridesmaids, a few of just Athena staring off at the water. With the last of the natural light waning, he called the maid of honor and best man forward.

Alex smirked as he slipped his arm around Bailey. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Red.”

Bailey forcibly rolled her eyes. “I’m not the only redhead here, you know.”

“Only one I’m interested in, besides she looks a little … preoccupied.” He replied, his eyes falling on Olivia, who was thoroughly engrossed with her phone.

“I already told you I’m seeing someone.”

“Are they here? Would love to meet the lucky guy or gal that caught your eye.”

Bailey swallowed. How was she supposed to answer that? They were both there, but not with her. Drake couldn’t date her publicly and, since the trip to Applewood, Liam had taken her out less and less. She hadn’t been to a public event with him since the Homecoming Ball.

She understood -- or that’s what she kept telling him. Maybe it was herself she was telling. He had just made a public admission of his love for her cousin, who was now married to another man. Liam had to tread carefully for all three of them. A relationship held within palace walls was becoming tiresome, but she still cared deeply for both. She could endure.

She gave a soft, hopefully not too forced smile. “No, he couldn’t make it.” The lie twisted in her gut, but she couldn’t tell him the truth.

Alex hummed in response and she noticed his hold on her waist loosened. “His loss.”

She just nodded, fearful she might backtrack and admit the truth.

“Just one dance.”

She looked up at him in surprise.

“A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have to stand by on the sidelines just because her boyfriend was too busy.”

The words felt like a gut punch. He wasn’t too busy, they just weren’t official. Was that the word? He told her every day he loved her -- they both did -- yet they all came to the wedding as ‘singles’.

Maybe she could dance with Liam, but she knew they’d both feel guilty about Drake the entire time. Drake didn’t dance, or maybe he did since college, but even so their minds would remain elsewhere.

Her other options were Leo, who seemed to be having an argument with his wife on the phone, and Maxwell. Maxwell was sweet, but she knew she’d never be able to keep up with him on the dance floor.

Her sage green eyes met his olive green. She gulped, the look in his eyes could nearly rival the one Perceval had when he looked at Athena. “Okay, one dance.”

--

Percy led Athena to the portable dance floor that was laid out on the soft sand as the opening notes began to play.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

They gracefully glided around the floor in perfect step. Her caramel eyes sparkled with love as she looked up at him. “This is all like a dream. To think that you talking to me that night would save me.” She shook her head. “Thank you for really seeing me.”

“I should be thanking you. You saved me.” He twirled her out pulling her closer once she returned to his arms.

Oh yeah yeah

At last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

She looked up at him with questioning eyes. “How did I save you?”

“I was a bachelor partly by choice. Most of the women I dated had a different idea of what it meant to be noble. It was all status to them. You were like coming up for fresh air. By the time I met you, I’d resolved to never getting married. You get me in ways that no one else did. It’s like I was drowning and you saved me.”

I found a dream, that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “Why don’t we just say we saved each other?”

He smiled. “I like that.”

He playfully dipped her, both laughing and smiling as he pulled her back into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She tilted her head up, giving him a tender kiss.

Oh yeah yeah

You smiled, you smiled

Oh and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine ...

At Last

Athena blushed as they pulled apart as she suddenly remembered all eyes were on them.

--

The sound of silverware clinking against crystal filtered through the air, drowning out the soft sound of the waves kissing the shoreline a few yards down the sand. Athena’s cheeks tinged pink as she looked to her husband, her stomach flipped at the thought. A year ago she would have never thought she would be across the ocean and married to a man who made her feel like she was walking on air.

As much as she loved kissing him, doing so on command felt strange. She smiled as Percy tucked a stray curl behind her ear. He rested his palm on her cheek as he leaned down, planting a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes staring into hers.

“I love you too.” Her fingertips brushed across his bearded cheek. “Everyone is watching.”

“Let them.” He replied giving her another peck on the lips before reluctantly pulling apart.

“Okay you two lovebirds.” Alex chuckled, sending Percy a wink. “Save it for the wedding night.” He raised his champagne flute. “I’d like to propose a toast.”

Athena bit back a giggle; she was sure Tabitha was fuming somewhere in the crowd at Alex’s impromptu toast.

“I’ve known Perceval for a long time, since the day I met him back in boarding school he has always been the kind of guy you could count on. He was always down to Earth and hated the title he was born to, even if it got us both out of trouble with the dean.

The one quality he always said he wanted in the person whom he married was someone who could see past all the etiquette and titles and see who he really is. You don’t need to spend much time with Perceval and Athena to see that she does in fact see him for who he is, regardless of title.

Athena, I have spent more than half of my life being friends with Perceval, and I have never seen him as happy as he is with you. I wish you both a long and happy union full of love and joy. To the bride and groom.”

Athena lifted her champagne flute as the sentiments were echoed across the sand.

“I guess it’s me.” Bailey giggled as she stood, brushing down her knee length skirt. She turned to face the newlywed couple, smiling at her cousin with tears in her eyes.

“Athena, you are my cousin and best friend; more than that, you are my sister. You have always been happy, but, when Uncle Nick and Aunt Pat died, I noticed your eyes didn’t shine as brightly until you met Perceval.

Perceval, you are the kind of man I always pictured Athena marrying; you are kind and caring and you love my cousin completely. I know that with you by her side that her smile will never falter.

While Uncle Nick and Aunt Pat can’t be here today I know in my heart that they would be proud of the woman you’ve become and welcome Perceval to our family with open arms.

So welcome Perceval. I wish you and Athena all the love and happiness in the world. To a long and blessed union.”

Damnit Bailey. I told you not to make me cry. Athena thought blinking back tears welling at her cousin's words. She took a second small sip of the dry champagne before setting the flute back onto the table.

“You okay?”

She looked to Percy as his hand covered hers. “I’m fine, you worry too much.”

--

Athena looked up as Tabitha tapped her shoulder. “It’s time for the cake cutting.” Tabitha said, smiling sweetly.

Athena looked back at her barely touched meal. Between speaking with guests and the million excited butterflies swarming in her stomach, she’d barely been able to enjoy the menu Percy had planned. She turned back to Tabitha, taking Percy’s outstretched hand. “Okay.” I’ll just eat later when things calm down a bit.

Athena and Percy stood in front of their three tier buttercream frosted cake. The adorning fresh roses almost seemed to sparkle under the twinkling fairy lights. She glanced up at him as the cake knife glided through the cake.

Everything still felt so surreal; the entire day was like she was floating on a cloud. All the tears she spilled during the planning of their wedding no longer mattered. Their day was here, and it was everything she dreamed of.

She picked up a bite of cake turning to Percy, her husband. Her cheeks hurt from grinning so widely all day. She held the sweet confection to his lips.

“Smash it in his face!”

She shook her head at Alex’s request.

Nothing could dampen this day. It was utterly perfect; they were finally husband and wife. Even if the heavens opened up and rained down on them she knew she would still look up at him with a smile on her face and love in her heart, laughing at the surprise shower.

She carefully took the delicate bite from his fingers, her eyes closing as the flavors exploded on her tongue. It was as delicious as the day she’d picked it.

“You have a little cake right here.” He said pointing to the corner of her lip.

“Can you get it for me?”

She gently sighed as his arms slipped around her waist and kissed her.

Her heart soared as she envisioned their life together. Their home would be filled with so much joy and laughter.

“Could today get anymore perfect?”

“I have a few ideas …”

“Oh?”

He nodded, his eyes sparkling brightly.

“I’m listening …”

--

Bailey’s arms hung loosely around Alex’s neck as they swayed on the dance floor. She should have known that Alex would pick a slow song, he didn’t believe she was really dating someone and it wasn’t like she could confess the truth.

The truth. What was the truth? She was with Liam and Drake, or that’s what they said in private. Outside the palace she couldn’t hold hands or kiss either one of them. Liam had taken to avoiding the topic of him dating and his search for a queen, instead pushing reporters to the coming nuptials of Duke Perceval and Athena.

Bailey hadn't missed the way his jaw tensed every time he brought up the wedding, yet he did it time and time again. She couldn’t help but wonder what he would use as a buffer now that the wedding was over. Would he ever introduce her as his girlfriend and potential queen? She glanced up at Alex. Is that what she still wanted?

All this time, had she been subconsciously pulling away from them? Why else hadn’t she voiced her concerns to Liam and Drake?

Bailey quickly looked away, trying to force the unbidden thoughts away. She loved Drake and Liam, she was just being stupid. She shouldn’t be questioning their feelings for her; they loved her too, right?

She sucked in a breath as she met Liam’s eye. She couldn’t miss the hurt etched on his face even from so far away. Her stomach knotted because she didn’t want to hurt either one of them; she just didn’t like being hidden.

How the hell had Drake handled it for so many damn years? No wonder Athena fell for Perceval. He was available and showered her with affection no matter where they were. He always made her feel loved and cherished . She wanted that, not to be a secret in the night.

She shifted her arms, unconsciously moving closer to Alex. Her heart hammered in her chest as he tightened his hold on her hips. She knew she should pull away, tell him to put more space between them.

Instead, her body leaned in closer, the heat of his body soaking into hers. What was she doing? Tell him it was a mistake, step back.

She tilted her head up, her lips slightly parted to speak. Her head felt cloudy and she lost the ability to speak or even breathe as he leaned down. She needed to step back, push him away, something, anything to stop him but she couldn’t. It was as if her body was frozen, but not in fear. Did she actually want this? Did she want to kiss him? She couldn't want this, she shouldn’t be letting him get so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.

Turn your head!! Stop this. Time seemed to slow. Or was he just giving her a chance to stop him?

Why wasn’t she stopping him?

Her breath hitched as his lips inched closer to hers. What was she doing? She was taken -- she already gave her heart away. Push him away, this is your last chance!

His lips were soft and warm as they met hers, and her arms instinctively pulled him closer. It was as though her brain short circuited as all thoughts of telling him this was a mistake ceased. All thoughts left her mind, leaving only the way his palms went flat on her back as he pulled her closer.

Her body was flush to his as they stood still in the center of the temporary dance floor. When had they stopped dancing?

She gasped as his lips pressed harder to hers, their lips moving together in tandem. Her body tingled, every nerve ending alive. What was even happening?

She pressed herself closer to him, acting purely on instinct. His grasp tightened and his tongue swiped against her lip. God, what was she doing? Did she want this more than she thought?

She pulled back, leaving them both stunned. “I … I …” she stuttered stepping backward. Tears stung at her eyes. She wanted it, but she shouldn’t. “I’m sorry.”

His hands fell to his sides as he watched her retreat with wide eyes. “It —”

She shook her head, “I shouldn’t have,” she said as she turned and ran towards the crashing waves.

Alex stood stunned. He could still feel her lips against his. She kissed me back. He wasn’t even sure why he leaned in in the first place. He had every intention of respecting her, it was just a dance between friends. He hadn’t expected her to move closer to him; he hadn't planned on kissing her. It was as if they were drawn to each other much like a moth to a flame.

The moment he leaned in he had been sure she would push him away but she didn’t. Did she want it too? He was pulled from his thoughts as a firm hand gripped his shoulder. He looked up into whiskey colored eyes that flickered as though they were on fire.

“What the hell -- she told you she had a boyfriend and to back off!” Drake growled through gritted teeth. Anger coursed through him and it took everything in him to not deck the piece of shit in the face.

Alex shook the shock from his face. “Maybe instead of getting in my face you should be more concerned with the reason a guy would claim to be too busy to escort someone as great as her to her own cousin’s wedding.”

“She said that?” Drake felt like he’d been hit by a Mack truck. Is that how she feels? Confusion filled his mind. Things had been complicated from the beginning but he thought they were all as happy as they could be given that they remained hidden. Sure, it was hard to pretend she was only a friend, but it’s what they needed to do.

“Yeah,” Alex gave him a cocky grin, “maybe instead of being pissed at me you should go tell off the piece of shit that made her go stag.”

Drake saw red; this asshole had no fucking room to talk. He continuously made unwanted advances towards Bailey and now he wanted to make him and Liam out to be the bad guys?

The pulsing pounding of the blood rushing in his ears was all he could hear as he clenched his fist.

He pulled his fist back, intent on showing Alex what happened when he walked around like a smug arrogant bastard who could have whomever he wanted.

He stepped forward, the anger leaving him as his fist collided with Alex’s jaw.

“Drake! What the hell?!”

Drake shook his head as Liam’s surprised shout reached his ears. “This piece of shit kissed Bailey.”

“What do you care? It’s not like you’re her boyfriend.” Alex's eyes sparkled as he made the simple connection. “I mean, how messed up would that be? Dating her but no one knows.”

Drake stared slack jawed. Did this fucker figure it out? Would this cocky bastard expose them all?

“Besides, it’s not like she didn’t kiss me back.”

Drake and Liam shared a stunned look as both men felt their stomachs sink.

“She what?” Liam questioned trying to make sense of what was unfolding. He’d been surprised when he saw Bailey dancing with Alex, so to hear he kissed her and she returned it had him reeling.

“She kissed me back. Guess that boyfriend of hers can’t keep her satisfied, which is not surprising since he couldn’t be bothered to join her for her cousin’s wedding.”

“Do you want me to hit you again?”

“Sure, maybe it’ll actually hurt this time.”

Drake drew his arm back ready to land another blow, intent of wiping the smirk from Alex’s smug face.

“Drake, stop!”

Bailey’s voice froze him in place.

“What are you doing?” Her heart pounded in her chest. She’d gone to the shore to clear her mind only to be pulled from her mixed up thoughts by the sounds of shouting.

She pulled away because she was scared. Scared of how much she wanted it and how far she’d let it go. Scared of what her jumbled feelings meant for her Drake and Liam. Did they even have a chance anymore? Did they ever truly have a chance when they had to remain hidden?

Drake turned, the hurt in his eyes enough to punch all the air from her lungs. “You kissed him back?”

Shit! She needed to talk to them, to explain all she was feeling, the hurt of being hidden and the confusion that led to her kissing back Alex. That’s gonna be an awkward conversation. As much as she knew they needed to speak, she knew it couldn’t be there with everyone watching. Double shit! The realization that one bad decision had derailed Athena’s wedding weighing heavy on her shoulders.

Thena is gonna be so pissed! Her eyes scanned the guests looking for her cousin. “Where is Thena?”

“Athena and Perceval ducked out before shit hit the fan.”

--

Percy and Athena stumbled into their room locked in a heated kiss. She wildly clawed at his jacket, pulling the garment down his arms, the linen fabric landing in a heap before the door clicked close.

Since the moment she said ‘I do,’ she felt an intense pull to be claimed by him. Every cell in her body screamed for him to show her, tell her, make her his.

Her fingers threaded in his obsidian locks and she let out a breathy sigh, her head tilting back as he trailed kisses along the slender slope of her neck.

She stumbled backwards, her hands fell to his chest, her fingers frantically undoing his buttons. She was desperate with need. She needed to feel every inch of him pressed against her.

She moaned, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he peppered kisses across her collarbone and down her chest.

Desire prickled across her skin. “Percy,” she gasped, “I need you ...”

He looked up, the hunger in his eyes mirroring her own nearly taking her breath away. “The bed …”

She shook her head. “Too far.” The few steps to the bed felt like miles; if she waited any longer her desire would surely consume her alive. “Need you now.” Her hands dropped to his belt, fingers nimbly working it free.

He let out a feral growl, his hand gliding over the curve of her hip. His fingers caught the smooth fabric, hiking it over her hipbone as he spun her. Her back pressed into the wall as she shoved his pants down his thighs, his hardened length springing free.

She never felt such overwhelming desire before. She was positive she wouldn’t survive if she waited much longer.

To be skin to skin, his body against hers. Every movement took too long. Each second moving forward at a tortuously slow pace.

His hand ghosted her hip as he gripped the back of her thighs lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, breath catching in her throat as he rubbed against her clothed core.

Please.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as he bunched her dress around her waist. She whimpered as he pushed her white lace thong to the side.

So close, yet still so far. Each passing second only made her desire grow. How much longer could she wait?

Her head fell back with a gasped yes as he slowly inched into her.

She finally felt complete, giving herself over to him entirely.

She clutched to his back as he thrust into her. Her walls squeezing around his length.

Her fingers curved into his back. It felt so good. Did it always feel this good? Was it possible they somehow were more connected?

Her mind swirled, overwhelmed by feelings. Every stroke broughther closer to the edge.

Her back arched and legs shook as she came with a soundless scream, her pulsing walls bringing him to completion.

He brushed her hair back as she looked at him with a dazed expression. “I love you.”

She smiled dreamily. “Love you too.”

He slowly lowered her to her feet, his arms holding her steady. His lips brushed across her sweaty hairline as he kissed her forehead. “Better?”

She nodded, “yes … bath and then round two.”

“Or … round two in the bath.”

“I like the way you think.”

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“Alright baby girl, let’s go see your mama.”

Hunter’s dimpled grin peaked over the edge of the book she had been reading. She gently closed the book as she slid off the hard chair, placing the book on the seat as she stood. She grabbed the tan bunny off the worn seat, “okay, I’m ready.”

Olivia smiled as she offered the young queen her hand.

--

“Mama!” Hunter exclaimed as she rushed into the private hospital room.

“Hey there Princess, you need to be quiet or you’ll wake your baby brother.” Percy said as he scooped Hunter into his arms.

“Daddy, I’m not a princess I’m a queen.” Hunter said crossing her arms over her chest.

“My apologies Your Majesty.” Percy said tickling Hunter under her chin.

“Daddy! Stop!” She giggled with a mock pout. “I forgive you,” she kissed his bearded cheek. “Can I see Mama and my brother now?”

Percy laughed. “Of course sweetheart.” He said placing her back on the floor by the hospital bed.

“He’s so tiny.” Hunter looked at the newborn cradled in her mother’s arms in awe. “What’s his name?”

Athena smiled. “Meet your brother Nicholas.”

“Hi Nicholas, I brought you a bunny.” Hunter said holding up the plush rabbit.

“Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” Hunter replied, her chocolate eyes wide.

Athena nodded. “Come sit next to me.”

Hunter carefully climbed into the hospital bed next to her mother.

“Okay, you have to be careful and support his head.” Athena said as she gently placed the newborn in her daughter’s arms.

Percy quietly watched as the love of his life spoke softly to their children. Their journey had been long and hard, I’m that moment all the pain seemed to fade away.

They were a family, complete, they were home.

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“Where’s Liam?”

Athena’s words were like a knife to Percy’s heart, she’d come back but she still wasn’t his. He shot Olivia a pleading look, unable to speak.

“Liam uh … ” shit! How do I tell her this without upsetting her? “When you were found you were unconscious in the back of the car … they believe that you lost consciousness shortly after hitting your head and that Liam tried to wake you.”

“What do you mean they believe? How don’t they know?” What aren’t you telling me?

Olivia took a breath, she didn’t fear much, but she was unsure how Athena would take the news. Days before she’d been chewing Liam out, now she was portraying the scared wife waiting for the news that would bring everything crashing down around her. “They believe because he wasn’t inside the car when they found him.”

“Wait so he was ejected from the car?” Is he dead?

“No … he left the car after the accident, presumably to get you help … he wasn’t responsive … he didn’t make it.”

Athena let out a choked sob. Is this real?

“Doll?” Percy asked, his hand tentatively touching her shoulder. It was as if he lost her all over, she’d forgotten him and their love.

“Liam’s … dead? He’s really dead?”

Percy was unsure how to respond, his own heart completely cracked in two. “I’m so sorry Doll.”

“He — he’s gone …” She looked at him, pleading him with her chocolate eyes to confirm Olivia’s words. “I’m — I’m really free?”

Relief washed over Percy, she wasn’t upset she was relieved. “Yes Doll, you’re free.” He shook his head feeling foolish for believing she’d forgotten him. “You had me scared for second there Doll.”

“You thought I … oh god, no Percy!” She grabbed his hand in hers bringing it to the center of her chest. “You’ve had my heart since the night we met, it just took me too long to realize.”

“I’ll give you two a moment.” Olivia said standing to leave.

“Liv, could you maybe … get Hunter?”

“I’ll call Hana.”

“Thanks Liv.”

As she heard the door latch behind the redhead Athena burst into a new fit of tears.

“Doll?” Percy questioned wiping the tears with his hand that wasn’t covered by hers.

“I’m sorry.” She gave a teary smile as she wiped the tears from her other cheek. “I just can’t believe I’m free … I’m finally free.” She reached up gently touching his face. “I’m free and you’re okay.”

Her head was spinning, a million thoughts whirling around at once. She shook her head as she worked to gather her thoughts.

“I've never lied to you. I need you to know that.” She dropped her hand to her lap, fingers playing with the edge of her blanket. “I just didn’t tell you everything … I couldn’t tell you everything.”

“What are you talking about Doll?”

“I chose you, I told Liam that I chose you, but he wouldn’t let me. He refused to let me go.” She swallowed as all his threats replayed in her head, all the pain and fear rushing back to her. “He got angry, I never saw him that mad before, even when he thought you and I slept together.

He said he wouldn’t be made a fool, he couldn’t allow me to choose you after he’d publicly confessed his feelings and ended his engagement to Madeline.

I tried to remind him that he had months to set things right. I told him only a few people in court even knew about the arrangement he’d begged me to agree to, that everyone saw that I was obviously dating you.

I assured him that no one would think he was a fool if I didn’t marry him, that until he’d made the announcement the entire country thought there was no chance of us being together and they wouldn’t fault either of us if I’d moved on.

He didn’t care. He told me I had to marry him.

I argued that I wouldn’t. That I couldn’t marry someone I didn’t love. He only got angrier.

He demanded I marry him ... when I tried to refuse he threatened you. He told me if I wouldn’t marry him I wouldn’t marry anyone. If I couldn’t be happy with him I wasn’t allowed to be happy at all.

I pointed out that you didn’t care about your image, that he couldn’t deter us from being happy.

He threatened your life.

I begged him to rethink it. He made it clear it was my choice: marry him or bury you.

I was completely heartbroken. This wasn’t the man I had once loved. I finally agreed, I couldn’t allow him to kill you.

I only agreed on one condition, no arrangements. I told him I wouldn’t marry him if he couldn’t commit to me. I thought for sure he’d fight me to allow him to see Drake, that he would change his mind. He accepted my condition.

When I told you I chose him, I asked Bastien to get in the way. I knew if you were to ask me why that I would break and tell you everything, and then I would lose you for good.

When Liam said yes to the fling I was surprised. And then I realized he was going to have one of his own.

I didn’t purposely get pregnant with Hunter, I couldn’t do that to you, but I couldn’t have his child. I hoped if enough time passed without me getting pregnant that I could convince him to let me go since I couldn’t give him an heir.

I never tricked you. I just hope you can forgive me.” She dropped her gaze to her lap, unable to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“Doll,” he gently cupped her cheek, “look at me.” He smiled as she raised her eyes to his. “I understand.”

Athena nodded her head. She never thought Percy would blame her but she needed him to understand her choices, know she did what she had to do. She needed him to know that she would have never hurt him if she hadn’t been forced.

“So you forgive me?”

“Doll, there isn’t anything to forgive.”

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Athena bit her lip in appreciation as she slowly traced her eyes down the lines of his firm body. She had to admit he knew how to wear a suit, the way it hung off of his broad shoulders. Even with the jacket in the way she could tell his pants hugged his ass perfectly. She stifled a moan as she thought about the hard, tanned body his clothes contained.

“Who you looking at Doll?” Percy questioned, lips ghosting against the shell of her ear.

Athena jumped in surprise, cheeks turning bright red at being caught. “No—no one.” She replied, voice cracking.

“Mmmhmmm. I don’t believe you Doll.” Percy’s lips grazed her ear, a shiver running down her spine. He followed her sightline, lips curving into a smile. “Bastien. Very nice,” he murmured as his hands grazed the curve of her hip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Athena protested. She attempted to turn to face him, but his hands grasped her hips holding her in place, his firm chest pressing against her back.

“Can’t say I blame you. He is very sexy.”

Athena swallowed nervously, heart pounding in her chest. That’s right, didn’t he say something happened before? Maybe that’s why I can’t keep my eyes off of him. “I guess.” She struggled to keep her voice steady.

She felt like a kid caught trying to sneak a cookie before dinner. She wasn’t sure why she felt so guilty—all she was doing was admiring a godlike body. Is it all I’m doing? Or am I actually wishing his body was pressed against mine?

“Would you like him to join us?”

“What?!” She gasped, chocolate brown eyes wide in surprise. She turned, finally able to wrench free from his firm grip.

Percy’s hazel eyes sparkled, alight with mischief. “We both know you were undressing him just now.” His hand grazed the underside of her breast, her breath hitching in her throat.

Athena’s mind raced, was there any point in denying it? She could feel the burning heat of her flushed cheeks and hear the pounding of her heart in her ears. “I wasn’t.” She tried, but even she didn’t believe her own words; she doubted he would believe them either. His smirk confirmed her suspicions. She struggled to think of a way out of this awkward situation. She gripped the lapels of his jacket pulling him down to her. “Why would I want him when I have you?” Her voice soft and sultry. She hoped it was enough to erase the fact she’d been caught admiring someone else.

Percy pulled her hips flush with his, his growing bulge pressing into her. “Why choose when you can have both?” His voice a low growl that sent heat pooling directly to her core.

Her head spun—this couldn’t be real. Could he really be suggesting they share? Did she want to talk her way out of this or did she really want to give in, say yes and see where the night took them? She swallowed as she considered her options. She could continue to deny her own desires, or she could admit to them and maybe be left with the memory of a lifetime. “Okay.” She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ask him.” What if he says no? Her heart pounded harder at the thought. She considered backpedaling and changing her mind. The thought of being rejected filled her with dread. What am I doing? She’d never before done anything like this, and yet now that the possibility was there, it was all that she wanted. Her chocolate brown eyes locked on hazel as his fingers pressed harder into her hips.

“You sure Doll?”

She smiled, he always knew how to put her at ease. “I’m sure.” She quickly realized there was nothing to fear when she was with him.

He nodded. “Go wait in our room.” He leaned down his hot breath fanning against her ear. “Be waiting naked on the bed when we get there.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she turned, finally released from his grasp. She gasped as he lightly swatted her bottom as she started to walk away. All the promise of his words and the thought of possible punishment making her skin tingle. Tonight certainly would be one she wouldn’t soon forget.

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Athena shifted back on the bed as she waited. The minutes seemed to tick on forever. She glanced at her watch; it felt like she’d been waiting for hours when it had been under ten minutes. Get a grip. She smoothed down the front of her dress, she knew a punishment was coming for not obeying the command, but that was the idea.

She perked up as she heard the doorknob rattle. Her heart hammered in her chest. Here we go. There was no turning back, not that she wanted to. She didn’t realize how much she really wanted this until she had been alone in their room impatiently waiting for them to join her.

Their voices reached her before she saw them. Percy was handsome as ever, cool and calm like this was completely normal. Bastien somehow seemed to grow hotter in the span of time since she’d been caught admiring him. It’s just tonight, it’s all I need, my heart belongs to Percy.

Percy stopped, his brow arching as Athena came into his line of sight, surprise etching his face that she was still fully dressed. “Why are you still dressed?”

Athena sat up, shrugging her shoulders in response. She thought about being honest; the words ‘it felt weird to wait here naked’ lingering in her mind, but the anticipation of being punished kept her quiet.

“I think she’s looking to be punished,” Bastien said stepping next to Perceval. “Not surprising, you always did go for the ones who don’t obey.”

Percy stepped closer, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “Is that it Doll? Looking for us to punish you?”

Her mouth went dry at the thought of both men before her doling out her punishment. “Yes.” She croaked.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir.” Percy smiled, though she noticed an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. Is he upset that I didn’t use his usual title? The thought was banished from her mind as his fingers skimmed along her neck and shoulder pushing the thin strap of her dress over her shoulder.

Athena found herself surprised as Bastien mirrored Percy’s actions, his calloused fingers lightly tracing her smooth skin as he guided the strap down her arm. The fabric slid down her sides, gently pooling around her waist. She lifted her hips, leaning back on her elbows as they pulled the dress down over her hips.

Their gaze burned into her as they took in her lace clad body. She fought the urge to shrink away under their eyes, their heated gazes almost too much to bear.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she raked her eyes over their still covered bodies. She tried to imagine what Bastien had hidden under his crisp suit. Would it be hard, yet still soft like Percy’s, littered with dark chest hair and faded tattoos, or would it be more toned, unmarred by inked memories? Oh how she wished their clothes could magically dissolve revealing what they hid beneath in an instant.

As she opened her mouth to speak her request they turned to one another sharing a silent conversation before they started to shed their clothes tossing them into the growing pile on the floor. Her pulse raced as more and more skin became visible.

Her eyes flitted between both men, her eyes admiring the adonises before her. Both men sported sunkissed skin, and chest hair peppering their chests and abdomens, though Bastien had a deeper tan and less grey. Percy always stirred feelings in her loins, it was as though he was etched out of stone, perfectly made for her. Bastien made her heart race in unexpected ways. She had assumed he would be more defined with the job he kept, but she wasn't expecting him to be that cut. The deep ripples of his chest and abs drew her eyes down to his cut v, which led her to bulge straining against his dark boxer briefs.

Her tongue darted out wetting her bottom lip, her skin tingling with anticipation. This is real … this is happening. She had been uneasy when it was brought up earlier, she’d only attempted something like this once before, but she had chickened out before their clothes hit the ground. Maybe it’s better I waited to do this with someone I love and trust completely.

Her eyes raked down the plains of Bastien’s body. What else is he hiding? A low moan slipped from her lips as she imagined what was waiting to be released from its cotton confines. Her eyes lifted to his face as his chuckle reverberated through the room.

“I think someone likes what she sees.”

She ducked her head slightly, her thumb playing with her golden bands. Embarrassment flooded through her at being caught admiring someone other than her husband.

Percy stepped forward, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb softly brushing over her bottom lip. “It's okay Doll.” She raised her eyes to meet his as her features slowly relaxed. “I wouldn't ask him over if I didn't want you to look.” He leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper. “Besides, he likes being admired.”

Her eyes returned to their visual exploration of Bastien’s body. She bit her bottom lip, his abs were impressive, each appearing to be chiseled from stone.

“He has very impressive abs doesn’t he?”

She hummed her agreement, her body flushing as a shiver ran down her spine as she envisioned her hands tracing over the hard plains of his toned body. She could feel the goosebumps erupting in the wake of her trailing fingertips, hear him suck in a breath as her fingers curled around the waistband of the final piece of clothing keeping her from her quarry. She’d pull the fabric down releasing his length, her fingers wrapping around his girth.

She pushed the image away, it wouldn’t match the truth. She blinked as Percy lifted her chin, her cheeks tinged pale pink as she realized her daydream made her miss something he said.

“What do you want Doll?” He asked barely covering the slight amusement he felt at her new flustered demeanor, finding her unexpected shyness sweet.

She paused, her throat growing tight. What do I want? The question felt loaded, no answer coming to her lips. Before tonight, the answer was easy, Percy. He was all she wanted. In this moment with two men standing in front of her in only their underwear ready to have their way with her the question seemed impossible.

How did she expect this to go? Did she want to give into her new desire to be worshipped by two men and have them strictly pay attention to her? Two sets of hands and mouths exploring her body making her back arch off the bed and white flash in front of her eyes.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the words worship me formed sitting at the tip of her tongue. She swallowed as she tried to force the words to pass her lips.

“I—” Why can’t I get the words out?

“Are you sure you want this?” Bastien’s smooth baritone filled the room. “If you aren’t comfortable I can leave.”

“No—I mean I do want this, it’s just … ”

“This is the first time you’ve done something like this?”

“Yes.” She drew her eyes down, never before had she felt as inexperienced as she did in this moment.

“We won’t do anything without your consent.”

“We could give you a massage to help relax you Doll.”

Her eyes met Percy’s, a smile forming on her lips. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to how well he read her. “Okay.” She nodded.

“Lay on your stomach.”

She unclasped her bra as she rolled onto her stomach, tossing it over the side of the bed. She laid down, raising her ass in the air as she rested her head on her arms.

She felt the bed dip on either side of her. She suppressed a shiver as a calloused hand ran up her spine. Her head spun as she felt Percy’s hand run up the length of her leg. She softly moaned as his finger caressed her inner thigh, barely grazing over her slick heat.

She felt added weight on her back as the unmistakable feel of Percy's bearded chin rubbed her ear. “I bet you want to feel him inside you Doll. Feel a man other than me.”

She bit her lip as a wanton moan escaped her lips. Do I want to feel him inside me? Yes. More than feeling she wanted to see him, run her hands along his body, wrap her mouth around his cock, tasting him on her tongue.

Percy traced his hand down her back between her legs, his fingers teasing her through wet lace. “You’re so wet Doll.” She gasped as he slid her panties to the side, his fingers slipping between her folds. “I’d like to watch him take you from behind.” He growled. “Would you like that Doll?”

The thought of him taking her from behind, unable to see him only feel him made her walls pulse. “Yes.”

“Tell him what you want.” He whispered slipping his fingers from her as he sat up.

She pushed herself up, her eyes drinking in Bastien’s nearly naked form. You can say it. Her eyes locked with his. “I want you to fuck me,” her cheeks flushed as she swallowed. Suddenly the thought of saying it out loud in front of both men making her stomach twist in knots. “ … from behind.”

Bastien eyed her. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes met Percy’s. “It’s okay Doll.”

She turned her gaze back to Bastien, a new sense of self assurance washing over her. “Yes.”

“Mmm.” His hand lifted towards her face, thumb barely grazing her lip. “First how about you tell me what you like most about Perceval’s body?”

Athena smiled as she turned towards Percy. Her eyes raked over his body, resting on his chest and arms for a moment. She loved the way she felt so safe and secure wrapped in his arms, the way they flexed when he held her up. Her eyes moved up to his mouth, the way he used his mouth and tongue drove her crazy. Her gaze swept down his body. “His cock.” Wait, what did I just say? Her eyes went wide as her mouth clamped shut.

The men chuckled and their eyes met as Bastien shifted closer to Percy. “She's smart. I agree with her assessment.” His fingers ran down Percy’s chest before he paused. “May I touch your husband?” Bastien asked making her eyes go wide. Athena gulped as she nodded, the thought of someone hands other than her own on her husband turning her on more than she could imagine. “He does have a nice cock,” he said as he gently wrapped his hand around it. “I bet it feels good in your mouth, it's the perfect size.”

“Show him Doll. Show him how much you like my cock.”

She fell to her knees, eyes wide as she looked up between the two men. Her eyes locked with Bastien’s as she leaned forward, her tongue licking Percy’s hard shaft before taking him in.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as she moaned around his hardness. She swirled her tongue around his shaft, gasping as she felt a calloused hand running down her back. She took Percy deeper into the warm wet heat of her mouth as fingers curled under the band of her lace panties.

She sucked in a breath as she felt Bastien’s tip rubbing against her core. She bucked her hips back, desperate to feel him inside her.

His fingers curled into her hips holding her still. “Patience.”

She groaned, the sound muffled by Percy’s cock. The first time since the men joined her she felt truly like herself. She struggled to control her urge to press his buttons.

Her eyes opened, locking on Percy’s as she felt Percy’s hands fist in her hair. The smirk on his lips told her he knew how hard she was fighting to stay still.

Bastien’s thumb brushed her clit and she rocked her hips back desperate for more. His fingers pressed harder, bruising her pale skin. “Behave.”

Percy chuckled as Athena whimpered. “It’s not in her nature.”

Athena hummed in agreement, the vibrations pulsing through Percy’s length making him groan and buck his hips.

Time ticked forward and her need grew. Too many minutes passed before she finally felt his length sink into her warm heat. She tried to cry out, the sound muffled by Percy’s length.

She closed her eyes as Bastien thrusted into her roughly. His cock felt so good going in and out of her. She gasped as her husband's hand rested on her inner thigh, his tongue licking her swollen clit. She opened her eyes unsure of when he’d moved. She shook her head, she was overcome with sensation, the fullness of cock mixed with a tongue begging to be cummed on pushing the thought from her mind.

Her walls pulsed, the combined touches drawing her closer. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her breathing coming out in short pants. She was right at the edge, she could feel the end drawing near. Her eyes squeezed shut as she anticipated the flash of stars behind them.

Athena jolted awake, heart thundering in her chest, her breathing heavy. It all felt so unbelievably real, she glanced beside her, finding Percy sleeping peacefully. Fucking hormones! Every night she’d woken from intense dreams that she thought for sure were real until she woke in her bed.

Every dream was the same, her and Percy, except this one. Why the change? It had been so vivid, she could still feel Bastien’s warm calloused hands roaming over her smooth flesh.

Normally the dreams started to fade the second her eyes opened, leaving her panting, sweating and completely aroused. This time it was firmly engraved in her mind and she wasn’t sure she would ever forget it. Athena rolled to her side, her hand sliding down his chest under the covers as she trailed kisses along his bearded jawline.

Percy moaned as her hand palmed his hardening length through his pajama bottoms. “Another dream Doll?” He questioned, his eyes slowly blinking open.

Athena hummed her reply, her teeth gently grazing the column of his neck. “Need you.” Her words muffled against his neck.

“Come here Doll.”

Athena threw her leg over his hips, pushing herself up to straddle his lap. His hardened length pressed into her clothed core.

“What was this one about?” His hands slid up her smooth thighs, settling on her hips.

Athena shook her head. “I don’t remember.” Liar!

His hands slid up her thighs dragging her nightgown up. “You never do, do you?”

“No.” She gasped leaning forward, hands pressing on his bare chest as she rolled her hips.

He rolled her to her back, hands dragging her damp panties down her thighs. “Let’s give you something to remember.”

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Athena May Morgan

How tall are they?

5’9”

How do they tend to dress?

She lives for comfort! She doesn’t mind getting dressed up but her go to looks are jeans (that may or may not be ripped), a cute top, and a pair of sneakers, light jacket or sweater if needed OR leggings and an oversized top, sweater or hoodie. If she’s trying to look cute in her leggings a nicer sweater and a pair of cute sweater boots.

Do they like how they look?

She doesn’t hate the way she looks but she also didn’t believe Percy when he told her how beautiful she was until he took candid photographs of her.

Are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

Only child, although her cousin Bailey is like her sister. Bailey’s parents died when Bailey was 12 and Athena was 5. Athena’s dad was Bailey’s mom’s brother so he took in Bailey. They grew up very close after that and Athena was super grateful for the support of Bailey when her parents died when she was a freshman in college.

Are they a morning person or night owl?

Girl likes to sleep in, especially if it means more cuddles with Percy.

Are they a cat person or a dog person?

Both!!! She grew up in a Brooklyn apartment and her parents didn’t think that was a good life for a dog, but she always wanted one. She did have two cats, Abbadon a pure black Persian and Zeus a tan Siamese. Both were failed showcats they rescued.

Got any favourite foods?

Chee-zee bread!!!! She loves it!!!

Peanut butter cups are always kept in the freezer.

Brownies!!!! The more chocolate the better!!!

How about favourite drinks?

Caramel milkshakes with extra caramel.

What are their favourite movies/tv shows?

Sappy Hallmark movies, she loves them. They can do the same plot every Christmas 10 different ways and she will still sit and watch every single one.

She also loves cop and hospital drama’s.

Do they have any hidden talents?

No.

Do they believe in love at first sight?

Shit she didn’t use to but when she looked back she realized she had butterflies in her stomach from the moment she met Percy. She had thought at the time that her stomach was in knots because of her situation with Liam, but it was Percy.

Who is their love interest?

Duke Perceval Lennon Hunter of Winchester (my insanely awesome OC)

What are they afraid of?

She used to be afraid that she’d never fall in love or be a mom, now she’s afraid of losing them.

Spiders, creepy little fuckers!

Falling, she doesn’t mind heights, but she is very afraid of falling.

What are their guilty pleasures?

Candy, she has it stashed around the estate and she knows when it’s been touched by someone else.

What was their dream job as a kid? Is it still their dream?

She was kinda all over the place, teacher, scientist, astronaut, marine biologist. She never really had one thing she wanted to be. Oddly enough she never wanted to be a princess and yet she vied for the hand of a prince/king.

Have they ever broken a bone?

Nope

Have they ever been in trouble with the law?

Nope

+ three other random facts about them!

girl loves to bake!

she learned to knit when she was pregnant with their first, she knitted the outfits for their newborn photos.

She would never tell Bailey, but she still finds it really weird that Liam started dating her cousin. Percy just tells her it shows that it wasn’t love for him either since he could move on so quickly.

Perceval Lennon Hunter

How tall are they?

6’1”

How do they tend to dress?

He is known as the most down to earth duke, he prefers jeans and sweater or tee, sneakers or work boots. He dresses up when he has to and looks damn good but he likes to be comfortable.

Do they like how they look?

He can’t complain, the years have been good to him. He wouldn’t mind less grey, but Athena likes it so he leaves it be. He does tease her she fell in love with an old man and she just smiles and gives him a kiss.

Are they an only child or do they have any siblings?

Only child

Are they a morning person or night owl?

When he spent a lot of time with Leo or Alex he didn’t mind staying out all night. Now he’s thankful the only late nighters are at home when a baby wakes in the middle of the night. And yes he will let Athena sleep if he can. He used to be a fairly early riser, now he loves lazy mornings in.

Are they a cat person or a dog person?

Both, he actually loves all animals.

Got any favourite foods?

Greasy burgers, pasta, omelets

How about favourite drinks?

Scotch, strawberry milkshakes

What are their favourite movies/tv shows?

He loves period dramas and musicals. His mom loved watching the old musicals with him, his favorite is Carousel. He likes action or thrillers, but his favorite part of watching them is when Athena scooches closer cause she gets scared.

Do they have any hidden talents?

He can repair any Harley produced after 1935. Total overhaul of the engine? No sweat.

Do they believe in love at first sight?

He barely even believed in love. His father fucked up big time and cost Percy his mom, he knew he didn’t want to be like his father. He always looked for someone that he just clicked with and had stopped thinking it would happen long before he said hello to Athena on the royal train.

Who is their love interest?

Athena Morgan

What are they afraid of?

Failing those he loves. Watching the people that mean the most to him hurt, especially because of him.

What are their guilty pleasures?

He’s gonna sound sappy as fuck but he doesn’t give a shit, every cuddle or kiss from Athena or the kids. He loves staying in bed with her but if the baby wakes and she manages to sleep through it he will go sit in the nursery just talking to the child as he holds them cuddled to his chest. If the child falls back asleep he slips them back into their crib and goes back to cuddling Athena. If the baby is wide awake he will take them into the bed around the time Athena usually wakes. He doesn’t know that she’s heard him a few times on the monitor and falls back asleep with a goofy grin on her face.

What was their dream job as a kid? Is it still their dream?

He was the only child of a Duke, he knew there was only one job that would ever be his. But he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and taught himself to fix his Harley and to cook.

Have they ever broken a bone?

Does it count if it wasn’t his? He once dared Alex to do a backflip off a tree branch when they were at boarding school. Alex almost stuck the landing. He lost his balance and broke his wrist trying to catch himself. Alex said it was epic and thought it was the funniest thing ever.

Have they ever been in trouble with the law?

Nothing that having diplomatic immunity couldn’t get him out of.

+ three other random facts about them!

He had a wild past and definitely partied, was not opposed to threesomes but he knew if he found the right person it would be only them.

Athena was the only person he ever said I love you to, and he hadn’t even meant to say it when he did. He was trying to calm her like he always did and it just slipped out. He was seriously scared that day but he would never tell her that. When she said she might be pregnant his biggest fear was that it was his and she wouldn’t choose him.

With the amount of trouble he and Alex caused at boarding school he was lucky he didn’t get expelled.