Telling Our Stories
Summary: 27 year old Annabeth, with some help from Thalia and Nico, is telling stories of her and her deceased husband, Percy's, quests to their children.
ANNABETH POV
I was coming home from work to see my kids, Thalia, and Nico in my living room.
"Mommy, mommy!" said my little boy Luke Percues he looked like a miniature Percy. It pained me every time I thought of their similarities. Luke had more of my personality than Percy's; he thought through his decisions, and always had a plan even though he was only 3.
"Hi baby boy, did you have fun with Aunt Thalia and Uncle Nico?" I questioned.
"Yes, mommy" he said.
"Momma!" yelled my 6 year old Selena as she came in from the kitchen. I put Luke down as I held her; she looked a lot like me, same nose, chin, and same grey eyes. But she had Percy's jet black hair and his personality, always curious and acting spontaneously. I set her down and she told me all about her day. I started draining out until I heard her ask.
"Mommy, can you tell us how you and daddy fell in love?" she asked, her grey eyes pondering.
"Where did you get this idea from," I asked, with suspicion in my voice. I turned my calculating eyes towards Thalia, and Nico who were pretending to be chatting with each other.
"Well get over hear I know you've been curious for a while you two" I said to the adults who looked as excited to hear the stories they haven't heard yet.