"Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!" A little boy screamed.
"What?!" A blonde haired woman whipped her head around to face her little boy. Annabeth Jackson was paying taxes, and THAT was something that would make her cranky. Besides, she had news to share with Percy. And she wasn't sure if it was good little boy dropped his curly brown head.
"I just wanted a hug, Mommy." He mumbled. Annabeth sighed and held out her arms to the 3-year-old. The little boy beamed, and ran straight into her arms. Jonathan Luke. Her little boy. Jonathan - or Johnny - suddenly broke off the hug.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look! Lightning McQueen and Mater are gonna beat Doc Hudson to pieces!" Johnny then proceeded to smash the cars together, making vrooming sounds. Annabeth smiled tiredly. Just then, Percy came home from work. He snuck up behind Johnny and picked him up and tickled him
"Daddy! Stop!" He squealed with laughter. Percy laughed and put him back down. He hugged and kissed Annabeth, and he could tell something was wrong. Percy furrowed his eyebrows.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." Annabeth faked, gesturing towards Johnny. Percy took the hint. He crouched down beside the young child.
"Hey Jon-Jon, do you want to watch Cars?" Johnny's face brightened.
"Yeah!" and he ran over to the T.V to turn it on. Percy laughed.
"Percy, will come with me to the bathroom?"
"Sure." He said casually, but inside he was panicking. Was something wrong. He opened the bathroom door. There, on the sink, were five pregnancy tests. They were all positive.