OK so this is my first story, i love the two of them, i don't own either of them, feel free to review and tell me what you think

Chris wasn't sure what he had done, but he was getting yelled at. Now this wasn't a new feeling he had married Clarisse, he got yelled at quite a bit; but usually he knew the reason behind it. Something was different today.

Clarisse was storming away from him when he yelled "Clarisse Rodriguez"

She paused; not at the name, they had been married for 5 years she was use to that by now. It was the fact that Chris yelled. Chris didn't yell, well not at her, others yes; but never at Clarisse.

"Warrior" came his soft plea, "talk to me, please."

He stopped about 5 feet away from her and she turned slowly. Chris saw tears in her eyes, which scared him; she never cried.

His voice still soft "what's wrong?"

She didn't say anything, just reached her hand into her pocket and threw a white stick at him. He caught it and looked down as she just stared at the wall behind his head. Looking down at the little plus sign in his hands he broke out in a grin. Yet when he looked up again and saw Clarisse on the edge of tears he knew that something was still wrong.

"What's up?" he said "we talked about this. I thought we wanted kids. Didn't need them but if it happened we would be happy."

"It was hypothetical" Clarisse said, in a shaky voice "I never thought it would actually happen"

Chris walked up to her and pulled her down to sit next to him against the wall; she curled up to his side. "Are you happy?" he asked.

"I think so."

"Then what's up with the tears?"

Chris waited; he knew something was still up but she would open up when she needed to.

"I can't…I'm afraid…It's just" she started multiple phrases. Clarisse would never admit she couldn't do something or something scared her, but Chris was starting to get where the tears were coming from.

"This isn't what I do" Clarisse finally said "I don't nurture, or take care of people; my dad is the god of war and blood shed for gods sake"

"Hey," Chris started, "so you're not the first person people would call for baby advice, but what about all those people you fought to protect during the war? I've seen you with the Jackson's kids, you haven't broken them yet. And really Clarisse, I'm the son of the god of thieves and messengers. This is going to be fine; our child is going to be amazing, kay?"

They sat there in silence; Chris knew that Clarisse needed the moment to gather her thoughts. If his mind was racing hers would be spinning out of control. He just pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her hair. Over the years Clarisse had calmed a bit, not much but those who have known her the longest could see she had mellowed a bit. Some of it was from life and some of it (though she would never admit it) was Chris. Even through the years though Chris still appreciated these moments, the quiet ones, they were rare and never happened in public only when he was there. She was still abrasive to most including the half-bloods she taught, but as she put it they needed someone to be, life wasn't easy, she had learned that the hard way and wanted them to be prepared.

"Crap. I'm gonna have to tell Chiron aren't I? And I won't be able to do my job."

"It will be fine. You are carrying our child, they come first, Chiron will just have to go stuff himself" Chris declared

Clarisse chucked at this and went back to her thoughts.

"Gods! We're going to be parents" she exclaimed a few minutes later

"Yep"

"There is a person in me"

"Yep"

"It's ours."

"Yep"

"We made it"

"Yep…and had a lot of fun doing so"

Chris got slapped for that one.

"I love you"

And kissed for that one.

"I love you too, punk"

"And I love you little punk" Chris said into her stomach gaining a giggle from Clarisse. Yes, Clarisse did giggle, occasionally, ok fine so only for Chris, but in that little noise the two of them knew everything was going to be fine.