Full Summary- Percy and Annabeth seemed to be the perfect couple, but when Aphrodite says she's gonna mess with your love life, she means it. Now, several years after they first met, Annabeth is the single mother of 2 rambunctious 13-year-old twin girls, and hasn't seen their father in 17 years.

AN- Please R&R. It'll make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Percy Jackson & the Olympians. I wish.........

Chapter 1

Seventh grader Adelaide Chase looked up from her cell phone, on which she was texting her best friend, Alyson, when she heard Mackenzie calling her name. "What is it, Kenzie?"
"Guess who is gonna be performing here in town!" Mackenzie squealed.
"Who, Miley Cyrus?"
"Lord no. Why would I be excited about her?" Mackenzie shook her head, "Lady Antebellum!"
"Oh mi gosh!!" Addie squealed, "We HAVE to get mom to get us tickets!"

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Annabeth Chase hadn't changed much since her Camp Half-Blood days, just gotten a bit more mature and learned a few life lessons, like when a God says that they're gonna make your love life difficult, they mean it. She had only had on-and-off boyfriends since she got out of college, and had her daughters Adelaide and Mackenzie. It seemed as though the Gods were out to get her and that she would never be able to give her daughters the father they needed.

Annabeth preferred not to think about their father, and how he just up and left her to fend for herself. Every 2 months or so she received a check in the mail from him, but that was about it; no phone calls, no emails, no nothing. Of course, she could understand why he never called, talking on a cell was like sending a signal up to all monsters in the area telling them 'Demi-god here! Come and eat me!' but still, she thought they had something special.
Annabeth got ready to leave the office for the day- she had kids to go home and take care of.

Mackenzie was taking her shower later that night when she noticed something strange- she wasn't getting wet. "M-m-mom?" she stammered out.
"What it is, sweetheart?"
"I think you need to come here a minute..." she trailed off.
Annabeth rushed to the bathroom of their 3 bedroom apartment to see what her blond-haired daughter needed, "Yes?"
"I'm not getting wet."
Annabeth's eyes closed for a moment and then opened them again, of course they would've inherited their father's powers- or at least some of them, it was only natural. "Well that's rather strange," she replied.
"I know! It's never happened before!" Mackenzie complained, "What's wrong with me?"
The mother's automatic response was 'puberty', but she knew that Kenzie would never buy it. So Annabeth replied with an, "I don't know. But I know someone who might."
Kenzie eyed her, but didn't say anything. She turned off the water and threw a towel around herself, heading into her room.

It was decked out in posters of her favorite movies and bands, but one corner of the room was different from all the rest. It was neat, tidy, orderly, and there was a laptop open to a Word document, several notebooks with pages torn out and pens lying neatly on the desk. As Kenzie pulled clothes on, she looked over her document and made a few changes- being a teenage closet writer didn't give her much time for writing, but it was her de-stressor.

Kenzie walked back out to the living room/dining room and saw her mom talking on the phone. "Yes....Uh huh. It's definitely that.......She just........Today......Thanks, Sally. I appreciate it.……Yeah, she's here now.......I'll talk to him tomorrow.......I plan to..........yeah.........Thanks for understanding............Bye!" Annabeth hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Mackenzie asked.
"My friend who might know what just happened to you, honey."
Kenzie nodded. "I'm gonna go to bed. G'nite!"
"Night," she gave her daughter a kiss and sent her off to her room.

"What was that all about?" Adelaide asked, looking over at her mother, taking her eyes off her laptop.
"Nothing really, Kenzie is just growing up."
Adelaide rolled her eyes, "Uh huh. I'm sure. Hey, there's this Lady Antebellum concert coming up and we were wondering if we could get tickets."
Annabeth smiled, "We'll talk in the morning, you need to get to bed."

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Morning came and the twins were seemingly bouncing off the walls. "It's the last day of school!" they exclaimed together. They would've woken Annabeth had she not already been awake and in the kitchen. She walked over to the table with two plates of blue pancakes. Talking with Sally last night had given her the urge to do this, and while she tried to avoid all reminders of him, today she felt an exception was necessary. She smiled at the confused looks her daughters gave her. "Blue pancakes?" Adelaide said questioningly.

"Yep," was Annabeth's simple response.

Mackenzie rolled her eyes, "Okay then."
"Eat up, you don't want to be late for your last day of school." Annabeth said encouragingly. They tried them, and, finding no difference in taste, finished their plates.

The twins grabbed their bags and headed out the door, but not before they heard their mother say, "We'll talk about the concert this afternoon when you get back." The girls excitedly ran out the door and Annabeth was left cleaning up the kitchen.
When she got that done, she got dressed and headed out, not to her architectural workplace, but a few blocks over where Sally Blofis lived.