Afterwards…
By: Coqui's Song
Hey guys! I felt like posting another story, so here you go, a PJO fanfic!
Disclaimer: Do I look like Rick Riordan? Because I really don't see any resemblance. Mostly because I'm a GIRL!
"You bastard! You Seaweed Brained Son of a-" Annabeth didn't get to finish her sentence. I stepped in quickly and kissed her. I tangled my hands in her curly blond hair, which was tied back in a ponytail. She was angry at me. For no particular reason, really. She'd been getting so moody lately. Why, you ask? It's simple: Annabeth was pregnant. With my kids.
And yeah, I did say kids.
Annabeth was having twins. My twins.
I'd gotten used to her moodiness, trying to be a steady guy for her. She needed that right now more than anything. I know I'm easily… what's the word? Pushed? Provoked? Whatever. Not now. Not with Annabeth like this. Whenever she had her episodes, I didn't let myself take it personally. It was the hormones talking- not her.
I stepped back and looked lovingly at my beautiful wife. She was red-faced with fury (for who knows what). Huh, you'd think that my kissing her would soften her up when she's pregnant. Not so. Honestly, I had no idea why she was so angry. I don't know why, but I smiled.
"What are you grinning about, Seaweed Brain? Take it off before I take it off for you. You did this to me! Now I'm all big and fat and…" Annabeth looked ready for a fight. She was trembling with barely suppressed rage. Wait. Barely suppressed? No. She was unleashing it at full force like a hurricane. Her gray eyes were so dark they looked like dark gray storm clouds as she glared at me. Both her hands were fists, and she had a scowl on her face so fierce, it was hard, and I mean really hard not to back off.
I took her hands and looked her in the eyes. "Annabeth," I said gently, "You're not fat; you're beautiful- glowing, even." I even would've told her she was more beautiful than Aphrodite herself (which I think is true), but I didn't want to get blasted into ashes by her for a single comment to my wife. Especially when I was going to be a father soon. That would've been bad. I wondered if I'd still get blasted to bits if I wrote down the compliment. I probably would, knowing the gods and goddesses.
Her lip trembled and her eyes became watery. That was it: flattery. Nothing like flattery to make an emotional pregnant wife even more emotional. She threw her arms out and hugged me so tight. I wrapped her in my embrace and closed my eyes, soaking in the moment. I sighed in relief.
You know what she did then? Go on, guess. You're gonna guess it right anyway.
She cried. Yep, she just started bawling on my shoulder. I started rocking her back and forth, comforting her.
"I'm sorry." She said, her voice muffled by my neck. "I'm so, so sorry, Percy."
"Shhh," I said, "Shh. It's okay. It's perfectly fine. I love you, Annabeth." And I gave her a small, soft kiss on her cheek. You really don't know how much I love my wife. I'd do anything and everything for her. I'd kill my best friend, Nico. That won't go too well with Hades, but…. Okay, maybe not killing friends, but you know what I mean.
"Oh, Percy," she sobbed, "I love you, too."
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my life. You know… my life after I save the world *cough* Olympus *cough* and all that stuff. Because I honestly don't feel like a hero of the world when my wife is yelling at me for no reason. My life, me. Percy Jackson, to-be father.
So…you like it? Hate it? I know it's short, but when plot bunnies attack… I kinda like it. Sort of. But I must know what you think of it so far! I must be critiqued! PLEASE!
~Coqui's Song
