Second chapter! Please review!

I'm gonna try something new. Every chapter, or so, I'm going to include in what song I'm listening to while typing this chapter. So it'll let you see what gives me inspiration!

Song: It's Who You Are by AJ Michalka.

Xoxo, Christina

Two

Annabeth was sitting across from me at the kitchen table, chomping down on the chip and dip I just ran four miles to buy. And she didn't even give me a piece. Licking her lips, she greedily reached for a green, flat chip, ready to plunged it into the creamy, guacamole sauce. I moved the bowl just out of her reach. "Don't you think you've had enough?"

She pouted and made a grab for it. "No! Give it to me!"

I scooted from the chair, holding the bowl high above me head. I teased. "Come and get it."

A bright determination cross Annabeth's gray eyes and she padded toward me, careful of her stomach. She's a few weeks pregnant but the mood swings, the cravings, the water works was getting on my last damn nerves. If this is just the beginning, I didn't want to know how it ends. She lunged for me just as I step back, putting more distance between us.

She made a very unattractive growl and grabbed Riptide off the kitchen counter, uncapping the pen. Annabeth now held my weapon in her hands. And what do I have? A very unhelpful bowl of colored chips. "Hey, hey, put that down. You'll hurt yourself." I warned.

She swung Riptide in a wide arch. "Don't be so sure." She inched closer, one hand outstretched for the bowl.

I spotted her knife on the coffee table, lunged for it while dropping the bowl on the tiles. It cracked and broke, spilling the chips.

Annabeth turned purple. "You!" She screeched and charged me with Riptide aimed. I spun around and was behind her. I wound my right arm close to her neck and poised the knife across her throat.

"Drop the sword." I urged lowly.

Stubborn as she is, she tightened her hold on it. With my left hand, I snaked out and grabbed her wrist, flexing it up and down until she dropped it. "Now, go-"

"PERSEUS JACKSON!" Someone thundered behind me.

"WHAT?" I yelled, twisting around. I froze. "Oh shit."

Athena stood in front of me, eyes narrowed and fist clenched. "How dare you hold my daughter captive with a knife at her throat?"

"Athena, I swear, I didn't-" I said, fumbling for the right words.

"Oh, give the boy a break Athena." Another voice sounded from the door.

Poseidon. I breathed out in relief. Not that I imagine my dad'll get out of this. He probably won't though. He strolled leisurely toward us, face carefree.

"Mother." Annabeth said tightly. No doubt taking her anger for me out on her mom.

"Annabeth when you called both of us here, I assume it must be important for you to invite him?" Athena sneered. Apparently the 'him' was for my father.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and said, "Oh Mother. That competition was eons ago, can't you forget it?" Annabeth had been thinking of the patron thing back in Greece. Athena and Poseidon had both competed to see who would be name the patron of the ancient city. Poseidon gifted the people with a fountain while Athena gave the people an Olive tree. The people chose Athena and named their city after her, Athens.

Athena's eyes flashed. "Do not speak of it. Now, what was so important?"

I looked at Annabeth, willing her to break the news. She shook her head and I can only imagine her message, Nah uh, Seaweed Brain, you got me knocked up. You tell our parents.

Screw this.I cleared my throat and uttered, "Annabeth's pregnant."

I shrank back as both Poseidon and Athena stalked to me, eyes shrewd, face shocked. The air suddenly smelled of burning gasoline and a very angry hurricane.

I'm dead. I thought grimly.

...

"Annabeth, you're twenty! You can't possibly be ready for a child. And I doubt Percy will partake in the raising of the child." Athena scowled. The way she said twenty made it sound like two.

I clenched my fist. It's another thing to call me reckless and stupid (which she had, by the way). It was entirely another to supposedly assume that I'll be a horrible father.

Luckily, Poseidon spoke up for me. "Athena," My father said sternly as if talking to a naughty teenager. "my son is perfectly capable of raising a child. I know it and so do you. Would you rather Annabeth be carrying one of the gods' children, or Heaven forbid, Luke's?"

My face darkened. We hadn't spoken of Luke since the battle on Olympus four years ago. It seemed strange to mention it now. Annabeth had a thing for Luke since she was seven and I don't think a crush that long goes away that quickly.

Athena barked, "Of course not!I'm just merely asking Annabeth if she is ready. I don't doubt that she is. I want to be certain if she is, in fact, ready for a child."

"I am." Annabeth spoke up. "We are."

"Annabeth, I hope you realize that I will not be picking up after you if this goes awry." Athena said grimly. "Whatever you choice you choose is yours entirely. Just be certain you pick the right one." Athena glance at me and grimaced. "And you, Perseus Jackson, if I ever see you ready to strike my daughter or my granddaughter, I willmake sure you are sent to deepest depths of Tartarus. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded weakly. "Pretty clear."

Athena stood, smoothing out the creases in her white robes. "Very well. We will discuss this further but I have a terribly important meeting I need to attend." She turned to Annabeth for the last time, "You are certain?"

Annabeth nodded, tears in her eyes, happy at her mother's approval and acceptance. "I am."

"Very well." Athena repeated. "Farewell." And she disappeared in a shower of dust.

"Son, I expect nothing less than complete faith and responsibility from you." My father announced. "If you lack in any of those things, I will helpAthena with the transportation for you to Tartarus." He stated matter-of-factly. "Take care of Annabeth and my granddaughter. I will visit soon."

"I will, Dad."

He turned to Annabeth, "I give you my blessings, Daughter of Athena. Maybe your pregnancy go without interruption."

Annabeth bowed formally. "Thank you, Lord Poseidon."

He nodded a final farewell and when I blinked, the air smelled of sea water.

I collapsed on the couch. "That went well."

"Didn't it?" My girlfriend sat next to me.

"For the billionth time, your mom scares the shit out of me." I groaned, wiping my face with the palm of my hand.

She laughed. "Percy can you do something for me?"

I opened one eye. "What is it?"

"Get my more chips?" She grins.

I sighed. "Eight more months of this craving and mood swings." I poked her stomach lightly. "You better come out fast."

Annabeth chuckled. "Baby, you wish. I'm taking my sweet time with this whole pregnancy thing. I am going to be enjoying every second of it."