Percy's POV:

My hands were all sweaty, my shoe was untied and…who was I kidding? I'm not ready for this. I mean, what kind of person would want to marry a sweaty son of Poseidon. Not to mention I probably smelled pretty bad too. Annabeth deserved better. I should be acting like a better boyfriend. Well, fiancé really. But, no. Here I am, standing at the doors of the church, sweating my pants off.

"Perce," Grover, my best man, called out. He ran up to me. "You okay, buddy? You look a bit, um, stressed."

"Do I?" I pulled the doors open just a crack and peeked inside. Leo noticed and gave me a huge, childish grin.

"Well," Grover tugged at the collar of his suit. "We have to tell them when they can start the ceremony."

"Yeah," I said, my mind wondering elsewhere. I was busy thinking about Annabeth and all the times we fought together. I thought about her beautifully startling grey eyes and how they sparkled when she was concentrated in battle. "Okay."

I watched as Grover ran off down the hall. A few late couples were walking in and behind them, a man in white robes.

"Percy?" I turned around to look behind me. My mom ran up to me, tears in her eyes. "I came to check on you. Are you alright?"

"I guess," I said as she pulled me into a hug.

"Good," she stepped back and smiled. "Congrats." She kissed my forehead and walked back into the church. I straightened my tie and reached for the doors.