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It was a simple thing, not much to ask for. It wasn't like a million bucks, or to become famous. He could have cared less about that junk. All he wanted was to live a happy life with his lover, Annabeth Chase, or should I say Mrs. Annabeth Di Angelo. Fate was not on his side. No matter how many railroad tracks, stars, eye lashes he wished on, he didn't get his wish. Instead, he's a powerful business man, married to Rachael, and has no true friends. Every night before saying a prayer to his father, he'd settle into bed. What would it be like living with Annabeth? Every night he would picture himself as her husband. He'd have a 7 year old boy, named Luke. Luke would have green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Also he'd have a 3 year old daughter named Nellie, which had the most startling gray eyes and rich black hair. But every night, the bed would shake with a pregnant Rachael settling into bed. His fantasies would turn into realities. It was Mrs. Annabeth Di Angelo not Mrs. Annabeth Jackson. He would then sigh, turn off the lights, say good night to Rachael, and head off to dreamland. Although Percy knew it could never happen, he could still wish... right?
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