A/N of 11/1: So here is the entire story. I'll add another chapter if I get nice reviews. Of course, flames are welcome. As Leo says, "FLAME ON!"
Also, I don't have a beta, so if there are any errors, ignore or let me know. Thanks!
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"NICO! COME HERE! NICO DI ANGELO! GET YOUR STINKIN' BUTT DOWN HERE! YOU–"
Hazel, shouting loud enough to wake even the Hypnos cabin, pushed open the door to her temporary cabin. She was greeted with the sight of her half-brother, sword half-drawn and flanked by four undead warriors.
"What is it, Hazel? Who's attacking the camp? Is something wrong? Why–"
"Never mind that! Come on!"
She dragged Nico to the enormous pine on the top of Half-Blood Hill. Standing just outside of the border were Piper, Jason, Frank, Leo, and Calypso. They seemed to be huddled around something, but exactly what they were cooing over wasn't immediately apparent to him.
As they drew closer, Hazel called, "Percy! Annabeth! He's here!"
Nico watched as the group opened, revealing Percy, Annabeth, Sally, and Paul, all looking at him with faces of excitement and, in Percy's case, trepidation. Percy was holding a bundle of blankets in his arms. Hesitantly, the Ghost King walked forward, not sure of what they were expecting of him.
"Take her." Nico then realized that Percy had been carrying a baby.
Blushing, he asked, "Is that…? Yours and Annabeth's…?"
"NO! I didn't… We didn't…" Now Percy and Annabeth were bright red, while the others laughed at their embarrassment.
"No need to deny it, Perce. We knew it was only a matter of–"
"Shut it, Valdez. I'm warning you…"
"Just because you and Calypso–"
"Chase, are you implying that–"
"Quit acting dumb, Cal."
"It's not an act, Pipes."
"Stop it, guys. Frank–"
"Don't forget Piper and Jason!"
"They are quite the electrifying couple."
"Hope it doesn't bother Piper when–"
"There are children here, Leo!"
"Hazel's used to it by now, isn't she?"
"Sally meant the baby, you–"
"That's enough. She's Sally's, Nico. And mine, of course."
Nico shot Paul a grateful look before turning his attention to the newborn being held out to him. She was still tiny enough for him to easily carry her in his thin arms without any trouble, but seeing such a fragile thing being held out to him, its life in his hands, terrified him. Seeing his confusion, Sally said, "Just cradle her. Put her in the crook of your arm." He obliged, taking her out of her big brother's hands and held her as Sally had told him.
Now, Nico took the time to observe the child. It-no, she- curled her body toward him, hands and feet still; though, Nico mused, they would have been flailing had she been awake. The baby had skin a bit lighter than his own, dusted with freckles, and hair as brown as Sally's, but a bit darker.
Deep in his thoughts, he didn't see the hand reaching for him until it rested on his shoulder. Surprised, Nico jerked back, jostling the baby. It woke, and as it opened its mouth to scream, he saw her eyes.
They were brown. Brown.
His mind reeled. A girl with brown eyes, dark brown hair, and freckled olive skin. Only one person matched that description. Only–
"Bianca?!"
Do you want another chapter with his reaction?
