A/N: Just letting you all know now, this is the last chapter. I have a ton of stuff to do and instead of neglecting the updating, I'm just ending it:) I hope you guys like the chapter!
"Percy!" she shouted from the bathroom. He heard a horrible retching sound and went running into the bathroom. Annabeth was leaning over the toilet, puking.
"Whoa, are you okay?"
"What do you think?" she groaned.
"I think I have food poisoning."
"What'd you eat?"
"Um…I don't know." She turned over, sitting on her butt in front of the toilet. "Nothing out of the ordinary."
"Have you been sick, lately?" He touched her forehead. "You feel fine."
"No, I've been—" A thought struck her and her face paled. "Oh my gods."
Percy's brow wrinkled in confusion. "What? Something wrong?"
"I…I'm…late. I thought it was because the pill plays major havoc with my period, but…"
She stood and washed her mouth out, flushing the toilet when she was done. Her arms wrapped around her stomach. She looked like she was in shock. "Percy…" She put her hands on his shoulders, looked him straight in the eye. "I might be pregnant."
His jaw dropped. "You take the pill every day, right? At noon?"
She nodded. "Always."
"How is it possible then?"
"They're not always reliable, Percy."
He closed his eyes. "What do we do?"
"Well, I…I need a pregnancy test."
"The pills, they wouldn't kill the kid if you kept taking them, right?"
"No, they wouldn't."
"And…Annabeth, what if we've…done it since it started…growing? That's…" He shuddered.
Annabeth rolled her eyes and pushed past him. "I need to buy a pregnancy test."
"Wait," he muttered, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her to him and kissed her. "I love you, Annabeth. This doesn't change anything. I'm here, no matter what, and I'm not running away from this."
"I'm scared, Percy."
"I know. Me, too. But whatever you want, I'll do it."
She nodded. "Okay."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
This was the longest three minutes of her life! She was pacing as the little stick sat on the counter of the bathroom, Percy's watch counting down the seconds. She gnawed her lip. It was torture, going through this! What if it turned up positive? What if she had a kid with Percy when they were so young? Well, at least they were out of high school. 20 years old, they'd been having sex for two years before this. She couldn't think of a reason why the pills hadn't worked…
This was the longest three minutes of his life! He leaned against the counter, breath caught in his throat as Annabeth paced outside the door. Every muscle in his body was tensed. This was torture. If the test turned positive, it was all up to her, he knew that. Whatever she wanted. No matter what. He loved her, as he told her many times a day, and planned on marrying her—although he hadn't popped the question yet—so if she wanted to keep the kid or not, it was up to her.
Percy glanced at his watch. One minute left. He sighed.
Annabeth paused her pacing; her eyes were wide. "My dad's gonna kill you."
"My mom's gonna be ecstatic and worried at the same time."
"Well she has right to be. We share a tiny apartment a block away from NYU. We don't have baby safe windows or locks on the cabinets or the medicine… And how much money do you think this kid costs? 700 dollars per test, not to mention hospital bills for the delivery, clothes, food, baby proofing the apartment, baby monitors, a crib, toys…" She entered the bathroom and hugged Percy, her face buried in her chest. "I'm gonna be a terrible mother."
He kissed her head. "No, no, you're not. I'm gonna be a terrible father. I only had Gabe around! And what about when our little girl starts dating? Oh my gods…"
They stared up at each other. "I only had a father who didn't know anything about me and didn't want to for the beginning of my life. Athena was never around. What if I do something wrong?"
"It's a learning experience," he assured her soothingly. "We'll get through it. We'll go to those weird classes, talk to my mom… Our little girl—or little boy—will be well taken care of, Annabeth."
She wiped a tear from her cheek. "What if she doesn't love me because I try to get involved in her life?"
"Now there's the motherly spirit," he teased.
She buried her face in his chest.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Annabeth. I love you."
"You know the funny thing?"
"What's that?" he asked, stroking her back.
"I almost kinda want this to turn up positive now."
He smiled. "So you don't hate me?"
"Of course not, Seaweed Brain. I love you."
"I love you, too."
The timer went off. They both looked at each other, holding their breath.
"You look," she whispered.
He grabbed it gingerly, glancing down. His expression stayed neutral. He wasn't sure what this meant.
"Hey, Annabeth, let's get married."
"Seaweed Brain, what does it say?"
"No, Annabeth, wait. Say yes, first." He tossed the test into the trash and got down on a knee. "Marry me, Annabeth Chase."
"Oh, you're serious. It's positive, isn't it?"
"Of course, you idiot. Yes."
He kissed her. "It was negative." Her face turned down. "But if we get married we can really…try. When we're ready. Because even though you looked kind of excited, inside you were too worried. You need to really, really want this kid, not just be okay that it came into our lives."
She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Wise Girl."
"So, I get a ring, right?"
A/N: Okay, sappy and kind of sad, but they're engaged! Thank you all so much for supporting this fic, and don't forget to check out, "In Fear and Love," as well as some of my other fics! Review!
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