*Annabeth's POV*
I was sitting at the bar in a local restaurant. I thought about all the things we'd been through together. I thought about the wars and tartarus and my mother and his father hating eachother. Then my mind wandered to the glass of WATER I was drinking while sitting at a BAR. And finally, I thought about the little plastic stick in a ziploc bag in my pocket. The little pink plus sign confirming my fears. And then, I thought back to this morning.
I had been feeling sick all night, so when I started throwing up around 2 am, I wasn't too surprised. Soon Percy came in to hold my hair and he stayed there, rubbing circles into my back until I was done. We went back to bed and I slept restlessly for the rest of the night. When we woke up, I had a strange want for ice cream. I said aloud to no one in particular, "I want ice cream this morning." At first he looked at me disapprovingly, but eventually grabbed the container of mocha chip from the freezer. He watched silently as i spooned it into my mouth, Then said, "I have a seminar to go to today." I nodded and continued eating my delicious creamy snack. We were both in college, the same one even. Miraculously, Percy's record of destroying high schools had been erased and he had gotten in to my school. I was in the architecture program, he was studying to be a marine biologist. All I had to do that day was 'finish a paper' but who am I kidding, I was done with it the day after we got the assignment. Percy left after giving me a kiss, and I stayed on the couch for most of the day watching rom-com chick-flicks. Suddenly I had a raging headache and I began to think about all the weird things that had happened to me. Puking, ice cream craving, headache… And then it hit me. I ran out to a drugstore, bought a box of tests, and took all four of them. And all of them had the little pink plus sign. I had gone back to our apartment, cried for hours, then gone to the bar.
And here I am. At first I opened my mouth to ask for a vodka, but I remembered alcohol is forbidden while pregnant so i ended up drinking five glasses of water. I knew I would have to tell Percy. It was his kid. I just got so scared that he'd be unhappy. We're only 22 for the gods' sake! After an hour of wallowing in fear and drinking nonalcoholic beverages at a bar, I realized it was 6:30, Percy's seminar was over, and he would be on his way home right now. I quickly left a tip (even though the water was free) and ran out to my car. I drove home as fast as I could; so fast that Percy's car wasn't in the driveway for our building yet. I hopped out of my car and into an elevator and hurry to pull out my keys. Finally, when I'm safe inside our apartment, I break down again. My tears soak my shirt sleeves and I crumple to the floor in a corner and just sit there. Not knowing what's going to happen is one of my biggest fears. And I definitely do not know what's going to happen now. After a few minutes I hear the door open, which sends me into hysterics again. Obviously, Percy heard me, because I heard the thunk ofhis bag hitting the floor and his tennis shoes running through to the back room where I was. He walks in and sees me in the corner and rushes over to me. At first, he doesn't say anything, knowing I'll need minute to put myself back together. Finally, he asks the dreaded question: "What's wrong?" I try hard not to start crying again as I stammer out "P-Percy… I'm… I'm… I'm pregnant." I cover my face as soon as I'm done saying it. I feel his arms go a little bit slack around me and I sneak a look up at his face. Total shock. Nothing else. No hints as to how he feels about it, just shock. After a few minutes I say "I'm sorry Percy. This will ruin everything. I-I'm s-sorry…" and move to get up, but he pulls me back down, and his embrace tightens. He whispers, I'm… going to be a dad?" I pause, and then reply softly, "Yes.". After a minute, his expression is still shock, and I start to cry again. I break out of his embrace harshly and run into our bedroom. I lock the door and collapse on the bed, sobbing. I hear his footsteps come down the hall. I see the doorknob jiggle as he attempts to open it, then hear the knock as he says softly "Wise Girl…" I roll over to face the wall as I hear him say the nickname. He shifts loudly outside the still closed door. "I don't know what to say…" he managed to get out before I cut him off with another loud crying noise. he stood there for a long time before he gave up and walked to the guest room.