Annabeth closed her eyes, feeling pain course through her body, her insides feeling as though they were going to tear themselves apart. After becoming pregnant, Annabeth had expected the eventual pain that would have come with the labor, but she didn't expect it to be so... painful, so to speak. She'd simply assumed that it would be painful, but nothing she couldn't handle. She didn't expect it to feel like her body was literally being ripped apart as every second passed.

She gripped Percy's hand next to her, reluctantly letting out a scream as another cramp racked her body, pushing her body forward to try and get the baby out of her immediately. To try and get Luke's baby out of her immediately.

The very idea of Luke made her feel dirty, and the warmth of Percy at her side was the only thing that had her even keeping the baby. Gritting her teeth, Annabeth pushed her body forward, hearing an excited squeal from Percy.

"I think I can see her legs!" Percy's voice was excited, and Annabeth smiled before feeling another wave of pain rack over her body.

Taking in a breath, Annabeth felt everything seemingly drown out, and all that she could think of was that I'm going to be a mom, and I'm not ready for this, and Percy isn't the dad,

Suddenly, the pain and the screams and the feeling of a life inside of her was gone, and Annabeth couldn't feel anything over Percy's excited squeals and the cheer from the nurses and the press of Percy's lips against hers.

"Would you like to hold her?"

Annabeth faltered, feeling a wave of emotions overwhelm her, only able to give a small nod before she felt a small bundle of arms and legs and gorgeous eyes and smiles be put into her arms. Annabeth smiled when she saw a mop of dirty blonde hair that looked exactly like hers, and although the blue eyes sent a pang of sadness through her chest, the color held a sort of beauty to it that Luke's never had.

"Hey, Wise Girl, what's her name?" Percy whispered next to her, looking at the baby with such wonder and love that Annabeth knew that Percy would make an amazing father, even if he wasn't biologically related to the baby.

Annabeth smiled down at the child, her steel-gray eyes softening, a warm look in her eyes that had been missing for quite some time. "Her name is Bianca. Bianca Sally Jackson."


Hey guys! This is a part of a thirty-prompt drabble contest for the forum, and since I figured that I would have loads of entries, I might as well organize them somewhere. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this, and follow, favorite, and review if you want more!

-Lauren Swan