"Wake up Elizabeth, the bus will be here soon."

I shook my daughter awake. And shook. And shook. Let's just say that Elizabeth was not a morning person.

She mumbled something, but all I heard was "Seame ith mots imfordab."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I found Elizabeth's arm under the covers, and began to drag her out of bed. She made a hard thump on the floor, and moaned, still asleep.

I began dragging her out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. At each step, I could hear Elizabeth bump down.

In the kitchen, Percy was cooking breakfast. I picked Elizabeth up and plopped her in the seat next to her brother, who instantly scooted away from her.

Jason was seven; three years younger than his sister. He had Percy's dark hair, and my stormy grey eyes. His skin was fair, and covered with scars from countless accidents.

I took a seat next to him, and Percy walked up behind him, carrying a plate stacked high with blue pancakes.

Everyone took some, even Elizabeth. She had been woken up by the smell of her dad's world-famous pancakes.

I took two and began wolfing them down. I hadn't eaten dinner that night (I had to help Nico fight off an invading Cyclopes) and was starving.

"You know," said Elizabeth, coming up for air. "My birthday is tomorrow."

I smiled. How could I have forgotten? Elizabeth kept dropping hints and turning conversations all week. And she had good reason to.

Tomorrow Elizabeth would turn eleven. She knew that eleven was the age that Percy had found out he was a demi-god, and the age I should have found out. She kept hoping that she would turn out to be one, even though we kept telling her that neither of us are gods.

"Yes, so you've told us," Percy said, trying not to sound annoyed. Personally, I thought it was kind of cute. "But remember, don't be disappointed if you find out you're not a demi-god."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I won't a promise."

Suddenly, a horn honked loudly outside.

"Hurry, that's the bus!" I quickly got up and threw Elizabeth and Jason their lunches and backpacks. The kids slipped them on, and waved to their parents as they ran out the door.

Percy and I watched them through the kitchen window. "Percy, I've done the math. She very well could be a demi-god."

Percy shook his head, which looked identical to Elizabeth. "Don't be ridiculous. We're not gods."

"But Percy, genes say that_"

"Annabeth, who cares what genes say?" He kissed her on the head. "Our daughter is normal, and our son will grow up to be normal. Okay?"

I nodded, but part of me still doubted. Neither of us were normal, why should we produce a normal kid?

I looked up at the sky, preying to my mother, Athena. Please mother, whatever happens tomorrow, I just want Elizabeth to be happy.

I would get my wish. For about sixteen seconds.