Spring has sprung—

by DaughterOfIris23

—and with it, this story. Drabbles written for the Camp Half-Blood Easter competition because that's literally all I write for these days. Spring themed, kind of. (Also if anyone can suggest a better title, would you leave a review? I'm so s*** at creating titles) IMPORTANT NOTE: Was supposed to be thirty-ish drabbles. The contest ended. Will not be updated.

1. Chapter 1

Very, very, very crappy.

Breathe.

Not this aisle. The next one.

Breathe.

Here it was.

Breathe.

One, two, three. Up to the counter.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Get in the car. Don't think about what you'll find out. Don't think about the fact that you could be—don't! Just focus on driving home, pulling into the garage, getting out, and going to the bathroom.

Annabeth was in a state of shock. She knew that whatever shock she felt would be multiplied tenfold in an hour. Ugh. She knew they should have waited until Percy could buy condoms.

"Whoa, wait." said Percy. He got up from the bed, shirtless, and opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand. "Not here, not—we're out?"

"Let's do this anyway," said Annabeth.

"Are you sure, Anna? What if you get pregnant?"

"I don't think that will happen. Besides, I can handle it."

"Okay, then, I guess," said Percy.

She had been so stupid! What if she was pregnant? What if the reason for vomiting this morning wasn't the result of that stupid seafood place? What if—what if—

"Calm down, Annabeth," she said aloud. "You faced Arachne. You crawled through Tartarus. Now you can't take a pee on a small plastic stick? It. Won't. Hurt. You."

Okay. Time to suck it up.

—

"Annabeth?" yelled Percy. Usually, upon arriving home, he got a kiss and a hug. This time, he was met with silence. "Hello?" he called.

"I'm in here," came a soft voice from the living room.

Percy entered the living room to see Annabeth sitting in the couch. "Anna, you okay?"

She was silent, just nodding to the—

"What's that, Annabeth—a pregnancy test? What are those little lines? There are two, right? Annabeth, you're pregnant?"

She nodded sadly.

"Why so sad? Annabeth, this is great! I'm gonna be a dad!"

A small smile appeared on Annabeth's face. "Yeah, but...what if we're not ready? Percy, I'm nineteen. You're twenty. What if—what if—Percy, I'm scared. I don't want to put this—our—child in danger from anything—"

"Annabeth. Annabeth," said Percy softly. "Just. Calm. Down. You're going to be a great mother. I know you will. We decided we could have sex without condoms, we knew the risk, I know we can do it."

Annabeth leaned on Percy's shoulder. "Yeah...well. We'll just have to take what comes."

"I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl? Will she have green eyes? Or blond hair? Will she look like me? Or you? Or...Annabeth? Annabeth? Oh. Uh, sleep well, Wise Girl."