Okay. I am so sick of the fanfictions where Percy and Annabeth get married at eighteen (no offense, some of them are AWESOME, but seriously? Eighteen? A little too young in my book. Come on, Athena would KILL them.) that I decided to write my own. Where they are at least twenty-five before anything like that. Key words being AT LEAST.

It will be a series of one-shots, I think? I have no real plan…and yeah, my updating schedule will be erratic. SORRY! I hope you like it. This is my first real attempt at a fanfic…I have some Reyna-finds-love thing going on, but it's just…eh. It needs work. Anyways! Review if you feel like it. Cheers!

Oh. And the one-shots have no order, in case you were wondering. Strawberries and teddy bears! (Sorry, totally random) Enjoy! (or cringe and run away screaming at its utter horrible-ness)

Annabeth sat on the porch and stared lazily at the yard. She had a few papers on her lap, but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was watching Percy play with their kids.

Zoe had inherited Percy's dark hair, but she had her grandmother's (Sally) chocolate eyes that crinkled when she smiled. She dashed nimbly around the yard, evading her younger brothers' attempts at catching her. When the energetic seven-year-old grinned, you could see that she was missing at least half the teeth in her mouth.

Bobby shrieked and yelled as he scampered after Zoe. He had Percy's tall, skinny build, and his dark hair and sea green eyes. Bobby tripped and stumbled (he was very clumsy) but he never stopped moving. He was the most ADHD of all their kids, but he had an infectious laugh and a charming grin. Not to mention those plump cheeks that all the old ladies loved to pinch. Bobby was six.

Charlie, the youngest, snuck up behind Zoe and yelled, "BOO!" Zoe pretended to be scared and fell over, gasping. "Oh…no…," she said. "Young…boy…kills…sister…with the…scariest scream…in…history!"

Charlie laughed and laughed. He had Annabeth's blond hair and his grey eyes were happy and sparkled. He didn't talk very much, but he adored his older siblings and loved to run. He was four years old and the baby of the family.

But not for long. Annabeth looked down at her swollen belly, her smile stretching even wider. She was thirty-four, with a busy career and three kids, soon four. Some people would consider that too much, but she thought it was perfect.

All right! Super short, but it didn't suck so badly, right? I'll post it, see what you think. Totally open for constructive criticism, if the readers would consent to review for the humble writer. I live to serve you! Cupcakes and happiness! Merry Saturday! *laughs evilly for no apparent reason*