She stared at the test anxiously. She hated waiting.
She tapped the sink nervously to an unknown beat. Stared at her reflection. Anything to take her mind off it. Anything to make the time go faster. If a daughter of Athena hates anything, it's not knowing.
Finally, she just opened the door. Percy stood there, trying to read her expression, looking for an answer.
"I can't do it." She said. "You look."
He smiled, and looked. He sighed.
"There's nothing on there."
Annabeth groaned. Why did it have to take so long? She slumped against the wall.
"Wait..." Annabeth stood up straight again. Percy poked his head around the bathroom door, beaming. "Oh gods Annabeth. Come and look at this."
He was grinning. Annabeth swore he would have made the Cheshire cat jealous. He didn't wait for an answer, he just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom with him.
She looked at the test, and a small smile tugged at her lips, which turned into a laugh. Positive. Percy put his arm around her waist.
She bit her lip.
"Oh gods Percy." She whispered, before smiling up at him. "We're going to be parents."
He smiled, but it turned into a full on laugh. He picked Annabeth up and twirled her around. She squealed with delight and laughed. Percy put her down, and Annabeth kissed him lightly, her arms still tightly wrapped around his neck. He smiled into the kiss and pulled her closer.
"I love you." He mumbled, still smiling.
"I love you too, but can we get out of the bathroom now please?"
He laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her downstairs onto the sofa.
"So." She said, after a while. "What now?"
"Dinner?" Percy suggested. Annabeth snickered.
"I was thinking on the broader scale of things, Seaweed Brain. We've got a lot to do."
"We've got like, 9 months. And I'm hungry."
Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Alright. Dinner first. Then baby talk." She smiled as soon as she said it. Baby. She was having a baby. She of all people, was going to be a mother. Percy smirked.
"You're not excited are you, Chase?" He asked.
Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Jackson." She corrected.
Percy smiled this time. He couldn't believe he had won this girls heart. The girl he had a crush on since he was 13. Now, she was this stunning woman with a head of beautiful golden curls and startling grey eyes. And he had married her. And now they were having a baby together. He knew he was the luckiest guy in the world.
"I'm taking you out." He decided. "Does Italian suit you?"
"You know me well, Mr. Jackson." She said, with a wink. "Can I get used to this, or is this just a pregnancy thing?"
"You could probably get used to it. But I think we should make the most of the freedom whilst we still have it."
"I think you might be right." She said. "If this baby is anything like you, she's going to a total nightmare."
He laughed, then raised an eyebrow.
"I can't exactly call her an it, can I?"
"So you automatically assume he's a she?"
"Got a problem with that, Jackson?"
"Not at all." He said, with a smirk. "I've just got a feeling he's a he."
"Alright." She said. "Lets make a bet. I bet you our baby's name it's a girl."
"So, if he's a she you get to name her, and if he's a he I get to name him?"
"Deal." He said, and held his hand out. Annabeth shook it and smiled. She stood up, stretched, and started making her way upstairs.
"Where do you think you're going, Wise Girl?"
"To get changed. We are going out, right?"
"You look beautiful already."
She rolled her eyes, but blushed.
"Yeah, whatever Seaweed Brain. I look so damn hot in these tracksuit bottoms and your t-shirt." She said, with a smirk. "I'm going to get changed."
"Gods, Annabeth. You're burning me from here!" He shouted, so she could hear from upstairs.
She came to the top of the stairs, threw a pillow at him, and stuck her tongue out. She saw his expression, and laughed.
"You deserved that, Seaweed Brain."
He laughed, shook his head, and took the pillow back upstairs. He was about to go back when a photograph caught his eye. It had been there for ages, but he just couldn't resist looking at it. It was him, Annabeth, Grover, Juniper, Travis, and Katie sat down on the beach at camp, laughing at something. Percy sat facing the sea. Annabeth was lying down with her head on his lap. Grover and Juniper were sat in front of the, with Grover's arm around her waist. Travis and Katie were sat cross-legged holding hands. He smiled. He loved that photo.
Annabeth stood behind him and rested a head on his shoulder. He kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, but you're not." She said, with a smirk.
"Go and get changed, Percy."
He thought for a moment.
"Only if I get a kiss."
She pecked him on the cheek.
"What was that?"
"I want a proper kiss." He grumbled.
"Go and get changed then, Seaweed Brain."
He did get the kiss he was promised. It was a warm night, so they decided to walk. The sky was clear, and you could see all the stars. Percy pointed up to the sky.
"There's Zoe." He said.
Annabeth smiled sadly.
"Were you actually thinking of joining the hunters?" He asked.
"Yeah. I was." She admitted. "But you know what? I couldn't be more happy that I didn't. I mean, I wouldn't have you. Plus immortality isn't really my style."
Percy laughed, and held her tighter.
"Not mine either." He said, and kissed her forehead lightly. Annabeth smiled, and looked up at the sky again, and couldn't help but think about how lucky she was.
They walked into the restaurant. It was their favourite. They had be going there since they got together. Percy almost ordered wine for Annabeth, but as soon as he said it, she raised an eyebrow.
"Actually." He said. "Scratch that. Lemonade."
"Please." Annabeth added.
They sat and talked about stupid things. Laughed. Joked around.
"So." Annabeth said. "Saturday tomorrow."
"I don't call you wise girl for nothing, do I?"
She slapped him playfully.
"We've got a busy day."
"We've got to tell people sometime, Percy."
He gave her a half-smile.
"I know, Wise Girl."
"What's up, Percy?" She asked. She had a nervous expression on her face. "You're not having doubts, are you?"
Percy smiled, and took her hand.
"Gods, no!" He said. "It's just... I've hardly had a chance to take it in myself yet. I mean, this is crazy. We're going to be parents, Annabeth. Massive responsibility."
"Alright. We'll wait until next week." She said.
"I can't believe this I actually happening."
Annabeth but her lip.
"Neither can I."
"What if I'm a rubbish Dad, Annabeth?"
"What if I like, take my eye off him for one second, and he hurts himself. Or if-"
"Percy. You'll be a great Dad. I know you will."
He smiled sadly.
"But when I was a kid, I never really had a Dad. I have absolutely no example to go off. What if I do something wrong? What if-"
"Percy, we're in this together." Annabeth said. "You'll pick it up naturally. I told you. You'll be great, Percy. We've saved the world together. Twice. I think we can handle a baby, don't you?"
"Now you put it like that..."
"We've got a hospital appointment next Thursday. Can you get some time off?"
Percy nodded and grinned.
They paid, and walked home, every so often looking up at the stars. Percy's arm wrapped around Annabeth's waist, telling her stupid jokes. Annabeth laughing softly at every one of them.
They were just about to walk inside when Percy froze.
"Annabeth, get inside."
He thrusted the keys at her.
"Percy, I'm staying with -"
He gave her a half-smile.
"No, you're not. I'll be fine. Get inside."
He looked into her eyes, Riptide now drawn.
"Annabeth, please." He begged. "There's two of you now. What if something happened and..."
He let it hang. She sighed.
"Alright. Just... be careful, Seaweed Brain."
She gave him a light kiss.
"Go on. Quick." He said.
He looked at the hellhound, its massive eyes staring hungrily at him. 'This is not Mrs. O'Leary, He told himself. It took him a second to get his composure.
It was a second too long. The monster lunged, It's claws digging into his arm, leaving a deep gash.
"Definitely not Mrs. O'Leary." Percy mumbled to himself, and lunged at it. The monster turned to dust.
Mortals stood in a circle around him, jaws dropped. He didn't know what they saw, but he was tired, so he just shoved past them, and went inside.
"Annabeth, I'm -"
She tackled him with a hug.
"You were ages!" She yelled. "You had me worried sick!"
He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. Thought it was Mrs. O'Leary."
Annabeth shook her head, then saw his arm. Her eyes widened.
"You're hurt." She said, worriedly.
Percy winced, but tried to cover it up with a smile.
"It's alright." He managed. "Just a scratch."
"Just a scratch?! Percy, have you seen it? Look how deep it is."
"Annabeth, I'm fine. I'll just get some ambrosia." He sighed. "Go to bed. I'll be up in a minute."
"Don't have too much. I don't want you to spontaneously combust or anything."
Percy stifled a laugh.
"I won't." He said.