Disclaimer: I do own Percy Jackson and the Olympians (or Call the Midwife)

Percy knew his wife was pregnant. It was obvious, not just because she looked like she had a large balloon up her shirt 24/7, but also because she had told him, almost nine months ago. What he did not expect, however, was for the child to not be his.

He had spent the last few months going into complete soon-to-be-father freak out mode, making sure there was a room painted, the apartment was a child safe environment, and just preparing himself mentally for the following years.

When Annabeth went into labor, she was not the only one hyperventilating, but she was definitely not smiling like Percy was. Glee filled him, and he found it hard to keep his teeth behind his wide stretched lips.

As Annabeth gripped his hand, she knew he was probably going to loose the circulation but at the current moment, she was more bothered by the child that was forcing its way out of her, and when that was done, she would be more worried about how he would feel if the child wasn't his.

She hadn't meant to get pregnant, especially if the child wasn't from the man she loved, but she was drunk, the man was attractive, and Percy was in California for his work as a Marine Biologist over the long weekend.

She knew it was wrong, but when she found out she was pregnant, she had not told Percy the child wasn't his, but she knew it would hurt it to find out she had been unfaithful after all she had done for him. As malicious as it was, she would tell him when the child was born, in the hopes that he would find reason in it to stay with her.

Seven painful, groan filled hours later, the child was born. Its eyes were Annabeth's own silvery grey, its small wisp of hair was black, and its skin was a dark chocolate brown. She was cute, and as beautiful as a child could be, but Annabeth didn't notice. She was holding it close, her chest pressed tight against its small body, but she faced Percy her eyes trained carefully on his. Not even he was oblivious enough to notice that the child wasn't his.

His eyes held confusion, but only for a moment. Soon enough he was chewing his lower lip, quite obviously trying to stop the drops of water gathering in his eyes form dribbling down his cheeks.

He wet his lips, taking a deep shuddering breath.

"Percy, I..." she began.

"Can I hold her?"

...

...

"What?"

"Hold her. Can I?"

"Um, yeah, sure I guess." Annabeth was nervous. It practically radiated off of her, seeping out of her skin and saturating the air. She lifted the child, handing her to her husband.

"She's beautiful." Percy's voice shook, his control over his tears slipping, just as they slipped down his face onto his lips. "What name are we giving her?"

We. That struck a cord with Annabeth. Was he hinting that he didn't mind? Was he going to leave anyway?

"Percy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I was drunk..." She couldn't finish. there was no excuse for what she did. Her next words came out as a whisper. "I'm sorry."

soooo...yeah. I dunno. I know its short, sorry. The idea came from an ep of Call the Midwife, in which some gives birth to a child of a different race and shit goes down (CtM is in 19 whatevers England, and some people are pretty racist in it). Yeah.