A/N: Hi again! This is a quick fluffly drabble about Percy and his son while Annabeth is away for a conference. My sister is nagging me to death to write, and I've just gotten a baby cousin, so I'm going to be publishing lots of these, because I'm in a baby mood, so please bear with me. And in case anyone is wondering, my percabeth kids are three: Logan, Nathan and Charlotte (Charlie).

I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: PJO and HOO belong to Rick Riordan!

Missing

Percy woke up with the annoying sensation of being poked in the cheek. He craned his neck to dodge a poke and opened his eyes, blinking fast to try to adjust to the darkness. He recognized his three-year-old son looking at him with big green eyes. He propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

"Logue, what is it?" he asked mid yawn.

"Daddy." He asked very seriously. "Where is mommy?" Percy sighed. Annabeth had gone to a conference for the weekend. She'd left that morning. They had explained it to Logan, but the concept seemed to be a little foreign to him.

"Mom is traveling, remember? She went to this meeting to learn how to make pretty houses." He said tiredly. His whole body hurt, he'd spent that week doing research for work. He'd had to use the heavy diving equipment to fool the mortals and he wasn't exactly sixteen anymore.

"Where is it?" Logan whispered, lying on his side and laying his head on Percy's belly.

"It's in Cali, where grandpa lives."

"Grandpa… And Uncle Matt. And Uncle Bob?" he asked, snuggling up to his dad.

"Yeah, buddy. And Uncle Frank. Aunt Hazel. Aunt Piper. Uncle Jason." Percy pulled the blanket to cover Logan and tucked it around him.

"Uncle Nico?" Logan asked. Percy chuckled.

"No. Uncle Nico is always traveling."

"Like Aunt Thalia." He said, voice dragging, rubbing his eyes. Sleep was coming back to him.

"Yeah. Like Aunt Thalia."

"Can we visit her, daddy?" Logan asked sleepily. Percy smiled bemusedly.

"Sorry, buddy, we'll have to wait for her to visit us. She travels all over with lots of girls. They don't like boys much." He held back a snicker. That was a light way to say it. Logan wrinkled his nose.

"I don't like girls much too."

"Either." Percy corrected automatically. Annabeth was rubbing off on him. His son frowned and made a whining sound. Percy intervened before he started crying. "We can visit Uncle Leo. He's in town. You love Uncle Leo, he made you that cool flying ship, remember? What did you call it?" he pushed the child's hair back, away from his face.

"Boat." He smiled shyly. Percy laughed.

"You named your ship 'boat'?" Logan didn't answer. He turned over and started climbing his father. "Ow." Percy gasped when he pressed his knee on his belly. "Careful, Logue, dad breaks." He said jokingly. Logan lay down, stretching himself on top of him, snuggling into his chest.

"Daddy…" he called sleepily.

"Yeah, son?"

"I miss mommy."

Percy sighed, covering them both with the blanket, rubbing his back comfortingly. Truth was, as much as he tried to hide it, he was always miserable when Annabeth wasn't around. Pathetic as it was, every time they had to be away from each other, he kind of felt like the whole world sucked a little more than usual. He looked down at Logan drifting off on his chest, missing her just as much. He smiled slightly. She had the two of them wrapped around her finger, didn't she?

"Me too, buddy. Me too."