Author's Note: Hey, guys! This is a random one-shot of Percabeth buying a house. The description of the house is just the kind of house I pictured they would have, so if you guys agree or have any different opinions, please leave a review! As always, here goes the usual: I do not own Percy Jackson, I am just a huge fan. Last but not least, thank you so much to anyone who has followed, favorited, or reviewed any of my previous stories!

"I think this is it." I checked that the address on the mailbox was the same as the paper in my hand, then parked at the curb. Annabeth and I got out of the car, standing there for a moment to inspect the house. Our beachfront realtor friend, Calypso, had given us the address and the keys to the cottage so that we could go and check it out for ourselves. Annabeth and I were getting married, and we needed to find a place of our own. Annabeth had suggested something near the beach, me being the son of Poseidon and all that, and I agreed. Here, gazing up at the house in front of us, I knew she was right.

I took Annabeth's hand and looked over at her. She gazed at the house in wonder. A mild breeze tousled her hair, making her look like an angel. I could smell the salt of the sea, hear the waves crashing on the rocks, and feel the wind. This felt like home.

"Wanna go see it?" I asked, gently squeezing her hand.

She smiled at me in return. "I do." Together, we walked up the grassy slope and climbed the wooden stairs leading up to the porch. A small swing drifted back and forth in the wind, its hinges squeaking softly.

Annabeth removed the keys from her purse and unlocked the door, pushing it wide. In front of the door was a staircase made of silver birch wood, the same wood that made the paneling at the base of the walls and the floors. The whole house immediately struck me as bright and airy, the perfect beach retreat.

To the right of the stairs was a living room with a large open entrance and a fireplace at the back of the room. At the front and right of the room were large, nearly floor-to-ceiling windows with shimmering sheer white curtains, fluttering in the wind of an open window near the corner.

At the back of the living room was an open entrance into a dining room type of space, which had French doors that led to a small deck area. Immediately on the dining room's left was the kitchen, which had white marble countertops, worn cabinets, and a beautiful metal chandelier.

I could see that Annabeth was in awe of the house's beauty. I was too. Even though we hadn't even toured half the house yet, I was sure this was the one. From the kitchen, we went through the door on the left and returned to the entry hall, then continued to the left of the stairs. To the left of the entry hall was an interior set of French doors and a huge library/office space. There were shelves built into the walls, and there were more large windows like we had seen in the living room. Annabeth clearly loved this room. She spun in a slow circle, looking at everything, then excitedly turned to me and said, "This is amazing! The architecture is incredible. The high ceilings and white décor make it elegant and airy."

I smiled, agreeing. "Ready to go upstairs?"

"You bet!" she said. I took her hand again and we climbed the stairs, emerging onto a small landing. Next to us was a railing at the edge of the landing, which looked out on the entry. Another chandelier like the one we had seen in the kitchen hung near the door. To our left were two doors, both of which stood open to reveal bedrooms. In front of us was a bathroom, and to our right was another bedroom.

"I think that's the main bedroom," I said. The master bedroom had a large balcony and a private bathroom.

"So, what do you think?" I asked Annabeth. I knew what my answer was, and I figured Annabeth would agree.

She nodded. "This is the one."