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Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus. I do, however, own a cockatiel. And about five hundred books.
Percy sat in the car, driving to the hospital with his wife, Rachel, who was going to become a mother very soon.
"I'll be fine, Percy." Rachel said, smiling at her husband's concern while patting her round stomach. "Stop worrying so much."
"But the doctor said-" Percy started to say, before Rachel placed her hand over his mouth.
"Since when did we let some doctor determine our fate? I for one, can not wait until this is all over, so I can stop craving pickles." Percy had to smile at his wife's humor.
"And the best part," he said, patting Rachel's hand. "Is that we'll finally be able to hold our little Lucy."
…
Lucia Amber Jackson was born on May 20, at eleven a.m., after nine hours of labor. She was a perfect little baby, with rosy cheeks, and a button-shaped nose, and Percy loved her to pieces.
But her birth was at a high cost, which was her mother. The doctor said that eclampsia had killed her, that he was sorry, but her blood pressure was just too high.
Percy cursed the doctor and modern medicine, for not saving his wife, unaware that his new little girl was starting to cry.
….
He had no idea how to be a father. The words struck him like a knife.
Oh sure, Rachel had taught him the basics, and promised to show him more when the baby was born, but he had expected to do everything with her. He had no idea he would be raising the child alone, without Rachel at his side. He was beginning to regret not paying better attention.
For instance, how the heck were you supposed to change a diaper? One thing was for sure though: he needed to figure out soon.
….
The funeral was an uneventful one. Not many people besides a few members of Rachel's family and some co-workers attended. Percy attended too, with his new little girl. She was quiet during the funeral, as if she had more than an inkling of what was going on, and missed her mother.
Besides all the crying, nothing much really happened. Percy didn't cry though, he just sort of stared, as if he couldn't believe Rachel was really dead, and he was in charge of a motherless baby.
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As it turned out, being a father wasn't to hard after all, if you didn't count the fifty million times Percy had to get up in the middle of the night, and the fifty million diapers he had to change every single day. It was annoying, sure, but he loved the way Lucy looked at him, with her tiny green eyes, and her shiny black hair that was beginning to grow.
He was shopping one day at the grocery store, with Lucy in her little baby stroller, when he bumped into a woman looking at cheese.
"Move over, Seaweed Brain!" she called, glaring at him.
Seaweed Brain? Where had she gotten a name like that?
"Oh yeah?" he answered back. "Well, stop getting in people's ways, Wise Girl."
Now that was a much better name, if he did say so himself.
"Well," she said. "You need to look where you're going."
They continued bickering until an annoyed looking salesman came over.
"Excuse me," he said. "You two can fight later at your own house. You're disrupting the cheese aisle. And by the way, you might want to pay attention to your daughter, as she's starting to cry."
"We're not-" Percy stuttered, turning red.
"I'm not-" said Annabeth, embarrassed that the salesman thought that she was married to that Seaweed Brain over there.
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