Thalia di Angelo

I wake up to the screaming of my daughter Bianca. She's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, and yet I still find myself wanting to strangle her. My husband stirs in bed next to me, pushing off the covers and going to pick her up. I let out a sigh, and roll over to check the clock. Five o'clock in the freaking morning. I groan quietly into my pillow, cuddling back up while Nico changes Bianca's diaper.

He crawls back into bed with me after he's calmed her down, and wraps his arms around me. I curl into him, and fall back asleep to the sound of his breathing.

"Thals?" A female voice calls out, sounding somewhat fuzzy. My bright blue eyes pop open, and I hop out of bed when I see the familiar black haired girl above me.

"Will!" I shout, and wrap my arms around my sixteen year old sister-in-law.

She pulls away from me, dark eyes warm. Her choppy hair has grown out past her shoulders now, touching the middle of her back. "How's Bee?" she asks me, inquiring about her niece, who absolutely loves her.

"She's great," I respond, attempting to flatten my crazy hair, "Nico must have taken her out."

Will nods, plopping down on my bed. "I love what you've done with the place." She tells me sarcastically.

I hate this apartment. It has white, dirty looking walls, and chipping green paint on the doors. Our tiny living room consists of an old couch, and a coffee table with books stacked on it. The kitchen is only big enough for two people, and out one bedroom is so small we can only fit a bed and crib.

"Haha." I stick my tongue out at Will, and she chuckles. She comes to visit us about once or twice every week, and baby-sits when we need her.

I hear the door open, and run out of the room, scooping my baby out of Nico's arms, and kissing him on the cheek. Willow comes out too, and tickles Bee under the chin, she giggles her cute little baby giggle, and grabs a handful of my hair. I kiss her little nose, and our matching eyes sparkle.

Nico

Will leaves after we have lunch, back to camp, with hellos for everyone. Thalia is sitting on the couch, holding Bee and making baby faces at her. I plop down next to them, and put my arm around her. She smiles widely at our baby, her freckles forming a smile too. Bianca looks like her namesake, with thick dark hair that has grown out a little since her last cut, and olive skin. She has her mom's eyes, and her dad's charm (according to me at least).

If you're wondering what's been going on in the last two years of our lives, let me fill you in. If not…stop reading. Soon after we left camp, and moved to the city, Bee was born. Zeus spent a lot of time trying to convince Thalia to raise her in Olympus, since she has a strong scent, with both the blood of Hades and Zeus in her. So she'll be much more likely to be attacked than any descendents of half bloods. We declined, of course, choosing to protect our own baby, and stick together. Zeus was not happy at all. Then my own father, Hades, tried to convince us to raise her in the Underworld. Thalia very strongly disagreed, saying something like, "No way in Hades is my baby being raised under the fucking earth."

I have a job at a bar down the street from our apartment, and Thals stays at home with Bee. Even though I know she loves Bee, I know staying in this apartment all day drives her crazy. She plays her guitar for Bianca nearly everyday, writing songs for her. Bee loves it, and waves her arms around like she's trying to dance. She's smart, just like her mom.

Annabeth and Percy got married last year, before me and Thals did. Thalia was maid of honor, and I was best man. Bee was flower girl, carried down the aisle by one of Annabeth's half-sisters. They're expecting their first baby now, a little boy. Annabeth is over here all the time, talking to Thals about baby stuff, since Percy is at work most of the time. He works at camp now, as director. He and Annabeth practically live there now. I take Bee from Thalia's arms, to lay her down for her nap, before sitting back down next to my wife. She leans into me, sighing happily, and kissing me.

Kissing Thalia is still like kissing her for the first time, heart racing, and feeling like a little boy again. I still love her just as much, maybe even more now. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap, like I've done so many times before.

I love my life.

Thalia

Life for the last two years has been the best and worst of my life. Mostly best. The worst parts were living in our crappy apartment, and not having anything to do all day but stay at home with the baby.

Don't get me wrong, I love Bee, and Nico, but I just want to be able to go out and do something again. I've had about two nights out in the past two years. Annabeth and Percy's wedding, and Nico and mine one year wedding anniversary. And that's it. I still play my guitar, and sing to Bianca, but I wish I could sing in that café down the street, that always has good music playing, and good bands playing when I go in for coffee.

Oh, and I haven't gotten to teach archery, or sword fighting at camp anymore. I haven't picked up a bow or sword in over a year, and I'm itching for a fight. An attack or anything. I haven't told Nico that, since he's the opposite, glad to not have an attacks or fights, and not having to teach classes. I'm restless, and I really hope Nico can't tell.

I just need something to happen.

So kind of a filler. Hope you like it though. I'll try to update frequently, but school gets in the way sometimes.

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