A/N: Hey, guys! I'm glad to say that I think I've finished my Punishment—Everything about You—She's a Rebel trilogy! Yay!

I'm very happy to start another story right away! I am doing this chaptered story in honor of not only the soldiers who defend me here in the US, but for all soldiers and families who know/have a family member in the military—whether it be the armed forces, the marines, the navy, or whatever—ALL over the world. Please, know that I'm praying for you! And perfect timing, too, as my country's independence day is coming soon!

Now, you can read this little note if you want, but it's just a dedication to my grandpa. Pappy, I never really met you. I was only one when you died. You didn't die in the army, thank God, but you were in wars. I'm eternally grateful that you'd risk your life for not only our country, but for defending other countries as well. I hope you know I'm wishing I'd gotten more time with you. My dad says you were great, and you were happy you got to meet me. But I never really met you. I've heard only wonderful things about how brave you were. Please, watch over your family. I'm dedicating this story to you, Pappy. This story is totally, completely in honor of you.

This story is based off of Letters from Home by John Michael Montgomery and If You're Reading This by Tim McGraw. Also a bit of Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood in here. If you've seen the music video, the first chapter is a bit like their conversation. They're amazing songs, yet, alas, I don't own them. I also don't own PJO!

BE WARNED: FLUFFY AND SAD!

Deployment

Annabeth Jackson sat in the passenger seat of her husband's car. Her head was turned away from him, looking out the window. "Percy…" she whispered. "Percy, I just can't do this."

Her husband smiled. "You're breaking the rules, Annabeth."

She turned her head back to him, showing her watery eyes and red cheeks. "Percy, how can I not think about tomorrow?"

Sighing, the young man pulled his car into their driveway. "Let's go inside, alright? You haven't had any fun tonight. I just want it to be you and me, Anna."

She nodded, sniffling quietly. Percy unbuckled his seat belt, then went around the car to her door. Smiling, he picked her up by putting an arm under her knees and the other behind her back. Shutting the car door with his foot, he ran up to the front door. She smiled back at her husband, watching him kick the door open, as they'd left it unlocked. He carried her all the way up the stairs, up into their small bedroom, and he'd shut the door once more.

Laying her on the bed, he leaned over her. "Having any fun yet?"

She gave a quick nod before telling the truth and shaking her head. "No, Percy. I'm not. You're going to Afghanistan tomorrow…"

"And I'll be back next year! It'll be hard for me, too, Annabeth…listen, we're eighteen. We've just gotten hitched, and I plan on showing you, right now how happy I am that we are. And you, Annabeth Jackson, are going to enjoy every second of it."

Only then did Annabeth smile for the rest of the night.

Five o'clock came much too early as Percy woke to the alarm clock. Staring down at his beautiful wife, he couldn't help but smile. She was just perfect—her beautiful golden curls, to which he'd tease about belonging to a princess, were around her head, shining like a halo in the early morning sun. Her tan skin was illuminated by the sun beams dancing through the window blinds. He grinned as he saw just how red her lips were; it seemed he'd made his point clear enough.

But besides the beautiful face, Annabeth had the purest heart Percy had ever seen. She cared more about anyone than she did herself. When her dear friend, Silena Beauregard, had died from leukemia, Annabeth organized a whole fundraiser to help children across the world with leukemia. When her best friend Thalia announced her mother had died from alcohol poisoning, she'd set up an organization to help young children understand the effects of drinking, trying to prevent Thalia's younger brother, Jason, and his class from ever taking in that much alcohol.

Annabeth had even saved a few lives. She'd helped a pack of homeless kittens find homes; she'd even helped take care of them, rather than just put them in a store and wait for people to buy them.

Annabeth even saved Percy's life when they were fifteen. That's when Percy realized he loved her. They had been walking home from their first date when a random man came up from behind them with a gun. He pointed it straight at Percy, but Annabeth, seeing this, had pushed him out of the way just in time. She'd gotten a bullet in the shoulder, but if she hadn't pushed Percy and jumped in his way, he would've taken it right to the head. After that, they were inseparable. Nobody could blame them.

When Percy turned seventeen, he'd decided to follow in his father's footsteps and become a soldier. He'd enrolled right away, going to help in Afghanistan to try to help end the long war. He'd proposed to Annabeth right there, telling her all about how he needed her to be his before he left. And she could only agree completely. The couple had gotten married two days after school let out. And that day was now today. Then, later that day, they got the notice that Percy was going to be deployed right before July 4th.

Percy sat up, the sheets falling off of his body. Not wanting to wake Annabeth, he slowly got out of bed, then dressed in his uniform. As of today, he was an active duty soldier.

But Annabeth had already been awake. She had never fallen asleep. She spent the whole night memorizing everything about Percy; his dark black hair and his beautiful sea green eyes had only been the beginning. His muscles, the way he moved, the way he spoke to her. Many other things, too, she memorized, but those were not to be spoken about in public. She didn't want to forget a single thing. Sighing, she turned around, facing the door. She'd waited until Percy came back in before sitting up, pulling the sheets off the bed with her as she walked towards him. "Percy…I need to tell you something." She said.

"Alright, Annabeth. Why don't you get dressed first, alright? I'd love it if you came to the airport with me." He responded.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll just go…do that."

She emerged outside minutes later, helping the man put his luggage in the trunk. Shutting it, she turned to Percy. "What did you want to say, Annabeth?" He asked. She nodded her head to the car. The two got in, shutting the doors. Percy started driving off.

She looked at the ground. No words were exchanged between the two until they got in the airport. "Annabeth, tell me! Please, my flight's boarding." He gently put a hand on her shoulder.

Biting her lip, she squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, sliding down her face. "I'm pregnant," She finally said.

Percy paused. "What?" He asked.

She gave him a watery smile. "I'm pregnant. We've been married long enough for me to be…"

Percy grinned back at her, and picking her up, he spun her around. "I'm gonna be a daddy!"

She laughed as she cried happily. "Yeah, Percy, you are."

He kissed her, full on the lips, before setting her down. "See! Hey, Wise Girl, when I get home, we're going to be a great big family. You, me, and baby Jackson. And we'll do everything together! Alright!"

Annabeth nodded. "Do you promise, Percy?"

Looking at her, he grabbed her hand. Placing his other on her stomach, he nodded. "I promise, Annabeth." Pulling her close to him, he wrapped both arms around her slender waist. She did the same, but around his neck. Getting up on her tippy toes, she placed a less than chaste kiss on his lips. Percy only responded by picking her up yet again, ready to deepen the kiss when—

"Flight 20B now boarding. This is the final call."

"Well…" Percy said, putting her down once more. "I'm always with you, Annabeth. Everywhere you look. I'm never ever leaving you. Alright?"

She nodded. "Wait!" Annabeth quickly said. She handed him a folded up piece of paper. "It's a letter from home. Read it, okay?"

Percy nodded. With one last kiss on the forehead, he walked away. Just as he reached the entry way, he turned, put his hand to his head and saluted his bride.

Mimicking his actions, Annabeth watched her husband walk away from her.

A/N: Dawww…the fluffy fluff! Let me know what y'all think!

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