Yawning I roll over in bed to look at my beautiful wife. My arm bounces off an empty mattress. Ugh, I wanted to cuddle before we went golfing today. I shift my eyes to the red glowing numbers of our alarm clock. 5:00 AM. Dude, Annabeth, seriously we don't have to be up for another hour and a half.

I walk out of our bedroom rubbing my eyes, just a little grouchy. The hardwood floors of our house are cool on my feet. Why is she up so early? I just want to sleep and cuddle for once. We never get to do that anymore, with her architecture firm and me running Poseidon's Underwater Palace (It's not what it sounds like. I made a place like sea-world, but much cooler. Put them out of business actually.) But really... is that so much to ask, just one mourning to cuddle?

My eyes finally focus from their morning daze and I see her in my chair. Legs curled to the side. Her laptop sitting on one of the arms. The chair a little reclined though her feet aren't on the swingy-up-thing. A steaming coffee mug is pressed against her mouth and chin just under her nose.

What I can see of her mouth from behind the mug is her focused expression. Her eyebrows are knit together as she stares intently at the glowing screen. Her stormy grays are illuminated by the screen as the light dances inside of them. Annabeth's long blond hair framing her face is wavier then she wears it and a little disheveled from the nights sleep, her bed head is so cute.

She's thrown on one of my larger T-shirts, that tends to hang off of her small athletic frame. Her glasses sit a little crooked on her nose, the bottom of the lenses fogged slightly from the steaming mug. The shirt is only covering half of her butt, allowing her teal lace underwear to peak out. It seems to glow against her tan skin, and the bottom her round little ass is not covered completely by the lace. I fight the urge to whistle at her.

All it takes is one look at her and I'm not grumpy anymore. Annabeth in her natural habitat: just something about her makes everything melt away. I lean up against the door frame, arms folded across my bare chest, and watch her. She moves her hands from the mug to scroll or click or type one handed, a skill I find very impressive. I feel my stupid grin in my face, I can't help it. I love her.

I'm surprised she hasn't noticed me. She is very alert and usually has a sixth sense about people or things around her. This is a very rare moment, and I must take full advantage, mwahahahaha. You never know what could happen if I play my cards right, but something makes me stop.

This probably wouldn't be a good time to mess with her. She's been acting weird the last few days. Something is just off… "What you working on?"

Annabeth looks up in my direction and smiles sweetly. White teeth glowing, dimples relaxing her intense looking expression as her eyebrows unknit and her eyes sparkle in a face that is my favorite in the world. Sweet Annabeth, loving Annabeth, she only ever looks at me like that. It's my look. Her Percy I love your idiotic, crazy, childish, self look. "Oh nothing."

I walk up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Over the back of the chair I lean down and kiss her on the top of her head. One of her hands releases the coffee mug and touches mine gently as she turns her head to look up at me. The ironically warm touch of her forever cold hand still makes my stomach flip, even after all these years.

I lean down again and kiss her. I take her soft warm lips in mine. A call sounds on her phone and I feel her eye lashes flutter open and sneak a peek. We break for a second. "Percy" More kissing. Just ignore it Annabeth, dam. "I" kiss "need" she sneaks another look as our lips press together "to" I groan and she kisses me "take this." She's too distracted now, I stop and she hurriedly picks up the phone.

Ahh, hades, what the heck.. I don't care if she's distracted, I'm still going to try to kiss her. I kiss what I can reach of her neck, that always gets her attention.

"Yes, this is Chase." She answers a little annoyed at the interruption to our morning make out sesh, and playfully pushes at me to quit messing with her. It still frustrates me a little that she hasn't gotten her name changed yet. I know it's only been 7 months since we've gotten married but I was really hoping she would take my name.

I kinda tune out the chatter on the phone. It's just stuff for her latest building. That's all. Come on, Annabeth. Get off the phone already.

I rub her tense shoulders. It always surprises me how many knots she has, they can't be comfortable. Well I know they aren't, she is always stretching them and moving as if they hurt. Some times when I rub them she gasps in pain. I hate that; makes me feel terrible.

All the sudden her body changes. She sits up leaning forward in the chair and puts her feet on the ground. Her muscles, as relaxed as they could get, go rigid. My hands are left resting on the smooth leather of the chair. Her jaw clenches. Something is wrong.

"Ok. Thank you. We will be there as soon as we can." Her voice is calm and very calculated. It's her cool under fire voice, her oh shit voice; this is the way Annabeth panics. The phone slides from her hand and clatters to the floor, the batteries roll beneath the chair. She doesn't flinch; not even a little.