Sometimes I think I'm not a demigod. Demigods are supposed to die young and have a life full of misery.
Don't get me wrong! I had a great dose of misery… But that doesn't change the fact that I've always been the happiest man on earth.
When we were 22, Annabeth and I moved in together. We got married when we were 24, and had our first child a year after that. Sarah Sally Jackson. She's a daddy's girl… Even after all these years, she still is my little baby. Then we had our little boy, Robin Frederick Jackson. They're now 40 and 37 …
Yeah, I know, I'm old. I'm 65… Annabeth is sitting next to me on a bench reading a book. She's 65 too, obviously. But she doesn't look like it. Aging worked well for her… Even better than puberty. And that says something, right?
Her once honey blonde hair now turned completely grey. She usually wears it in a long braid over her shoulder. Her skin is still as tanned as when we were 16… even more. But now it's the kind of tan old people have when they lived in the sun their whole life. I guess I must look the same.
The only things that didn't change are her eyes. They're still the same startling grey that amazes en frightens me at the same time. I swear she scares the hell out of me when I forget something. Such as turning off the cooker and almost burning down the house. Yes, I did do that.
I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her petite form closer to me. She smiles up at me and small wrinkles appear on the corner of her eyes making her look very, very cute. Then she closes her book and stares in front of her, scanning the sea in front of us.
We moved to Greece when our children didn't need us anymore. We bought a little house in front of a pebble beach on a little island. The bench I talked about before is situated on the beach, right in front of our house. Behind the bench there are two trees waving their branches in the wind.
Do you understand why I am so happy now?
"Hey Annabeth?"
"Yeah…"
"I'm the luckiest and happiest man on earth right now."
Without looking at me she smiles and answers, "Well, I hope I have something to do with that."
"You're the reason."
She smiles and kisses my cheek, "I love you too, Seaweed Brain..." She places her head on my shoulder and wraps my hand in hers.
I kiss the top of her head and whisper, "Aren't we lucky, Wise Girl?"
"We are…" she whispers back, "we really are."
