Sorry everyone for not updating for like, forever, & I hated the first chapter (I despise swearing) & thanks to all of my awesome reviewers for holding in there for me!

"Memory: a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things."

---Pierce Harris

"We are not calling my first child MINERVA OR ATHENA!" I shouted. Me and my wife were arguing, again. Annabeth was talking about naming the kid Athena or Minerva, I straight out said 'no'.

"How 'bout Pearl Olivia (Annabeth swore, on MY DAD that the kid is a girl)?" Annabeth shook her head thoughtfully.

"I like Pearl though, hmmm." Suddenly something cool happened, by cool is my mom's words to me it was just plain nasty. Annabeth threw up, on me (figures) and started clutching her swollen stomach.

"YOU EVIL, MANIACAL! BOY I AM GONNA KILL YOU! YOU TWO FACED IDIOT! SON OF AN EVIL, TWO FACED STUPID SEAWEED BRAIN" At that point I shut her mouth before she did something really stupid.

"Okay Annabeth maybe Veronica? Coral? Zephyr?"

"NO STUPID! THESE ARE ALL STUPID SEA NAMES!" I consider myself lucky to still be alive and not be called really terrible names that I knew she was capable of, like how she knew that Silena Beauregard still loved me. "I HAVE AN OLYMPIAN PARENT TOO YA KNOW! I'M GONNA NAME THE KID FAIRLY SO SHUT YOUR FACE ON THE GODS FORSAKEN OCEAN NAMES CONCOCTED BY A DERANGED SEAWEED BRAIN!"

"What ever Annabeth!" I got up and went to the living room. I had recently taken to sleeping on the couch with the old afghan and slept shivering with cold.

I flicked on the TV and waited for another explosion, but none came. Just the phone ringing and a squeal of delight from the kitchen where my dear wife stayed.

"Hi Trina-yes it's Annabeth Jackson......No it's not some buisness person....WHAT THE HECK? YOU called ME!...No, no, we still can't agree! WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE PEARL OLIVIA?-What? NO THE HORMONES AND MORNING SICKNESS ARE NOT KICKNG IN! AND I HAVE A VERY HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, WE HARDLY EVER FIGHT!....WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE'S A BRAVE MAN?!" she kept ranting on and on.

"FINE! HERE'S PERCY!" I got the phone practically breaking my nose and a slam of the kitchen door.

"Hi Trina." I said dully.

"Hi Perce, you're a brave guy to put up with Annabeth, is she always like this nowadays?" Trina's chipper voice rang. She was a favorite sister of Annabeth's and of mine, but she had a knack for catching us at the worst times.

"Yep, that or shoveling so much ice cream into her mouth that she can't even talk-it's pretty darn awful." I admitted quietly in the farthest corner so Annabeth couldn't hear.

"Wow." Trina laughed. "Do you need help on names?" I thanked my lucky stars and the gods I had her.

"Yeah, know any?" I asked hopefully.

"A few." She said vaguely. "For instance Bethany or Cassie, or even Odette-" I stopped listening.

"Odette?" I asked curiously.

"It means 'little wealthy one', I saw it on the Swan Princess, I thought it was pretty cute." I nodded even though I knew she couldn't see.

"And for a boy?" I asked.

"Hey now, I can't do your job for you! Just think of something that means a lot to you and there you have it." she advised wisely. "Whose someone you have always admire?"

"Tyson." I said at once, "Tyson my half brother." My thoughts instantly flew to him.

"Bye big brother," he had said with tears in his eye. "I w-want to help g-goat boy." Grover clapped him on the back.

"Yea, bye Percy! We'll tell you if any Satyrs believe our message and Pan's message, I just hope they actually listen to us."

"Bye, I'm sure they'll believe he's dead after all of this time," I said warmly. "I'll miss you guys!" We hugged and Rainbow bobbed at the little dock for Tyson and one of his friends (Sushi-on-a-stick) swam waiting for Grover.

"Maybe not a cyclops or a Satyr, try something else." she told me nervously.

"Skylar." I said at random. "Skylar for Zeus."

"You want to name your child for your father's worst enemy?" Trina asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, I think it'll really make him happy. Besides, he's Annabeth's granddad and my uncle."

"Whatever floats your kelp Seaweed Brain." Trina responded. "Good luck with the wife!"

"See you at the birth!" I said. "Bye." She hung up.

Annabeth poked her head outside the door and looked at me curiously.

"What'd you guys talk about?"

"Names." I said generally.

She looked surprised. "Come up with anything good?"

"Yeah," I said full of certainty. "Skylar if it's a boy and Odette if it's a girl."

"Skylar and Odette?" Annabeth asked, I couldn't read her expression.