It's been fifteen years since Gaea rose and the world was nearly destroyed. Percy liked to think that he had grown since then. He and Annabeth had married ten years ago. Had a daughter five years ago. And Annabeth was currently three months pregnant with their second child. While the last fifteen years had definitely been more peaceful than the first seventeen of his life, they were still just as stressful. Their five year old daughter was like hell on wheels, having both her mother's smarts and her father's recklessness. But they wouldn't want her any other way.
But both Percy and Annabeth had "retired", so to speak, from questing. After the final battle, they had moved to New Rome, went to college together, and eventually started their life together. There was still the occasional monster that they would run into, but for the most part that was a game for the younger demigods. Percy was done with that part of his life.
Unfortunately, like most things, the war against Gaea had followed him into his adult life. Percy and Annabeth literally went through hell together. They saw things that they were never meant to see. Things like that just don't go away. War just never went away.
The nightmares were the worst. Percy hated them with a passion. But he had always felt that as long as he had Annabeth, he could survive anything. That night was no different. The second Percy threw himself awake, gasping for air, Annabeth woke up too.
"It's alright, Percy, just breath." Annabeth said, rubbing her husband's back while he caught his breath.
But Percy didn't take deep breaths, he turned towards Annabeth, a panicked look on his face.
"What does he mean I'm not his type?"
