The Baby
"Um, Wise Girl?" the black-haired lanky boy asked from his position lying in the water.
"Seaweed Brain, how many times do I have to tell you, DON'T INTERRUPT ME WHILE I'M READING!" the blonde screamed.
"But, Annabeth, it's important!" the boy whined.
"Fine, Percy," Annabeth closed her book on Greek Architecture, and moved from her spot on the warm sand to look up at Percy. "What do you need this time?"
"My mom-"
"Oh, Percy, I'm so sorry!" Annabeth dragged Percy out of the water, who was unsurprisingly dry, and hugged him furiously. "When did you find out?" Annabeth's stormy gray eyes had filled up with tears, and she looked up into his sea-green eyes.
Percy had a confused look on his face. "Annabeth, she didn't die. It's, um, quite the opposite actually."
Annabeth looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"My mom's going to have a baby girl!" Percy blurted.
"Oh, Percy, that's fantastic!" Annabeth squealed ecstatically. Percy was taken aback. "I'm going to have a sister-in-law!" Before Percy could process what she said, Annabeth turned bright red and stammered, "Um, uh, ignore that." She raced away, embarrassed.
Percy's wheels in his brain had finally figured out what she had said, two minutes later, and he suddenly turned maroon, which looked ridiculous against the creamy sand and the deep blue lake.